Indigo: Prolouge

 She didn't jump. She flew through the air. She was better than a Gold Medal Olympian. She was better than any gymnast that had ever existed.
 No one in earth knew who the hell she was. Only one person even knew what her voice sounded like. Hell, the only reason they knew she was a girl was by her near skin-tight wrappings around her chest.
 They did know what she wanted to be called, though. The one time she had ever spoke. She said her name was The Indigo Ninja. Most of them called her Indie. They also knew she was going to attempt to protect them. The day she failed was the day they all died.
 They trusted her with their lives. She was more secretive than Spiderman. At least he said something and showed up to get the Key to the City. Indie never accepted their thanks.
 Claimed that once she didn't need it. Their lives were enough, they guessed.
 She used a staff to move around and fight. Among other things in all those pouches of hers. Some think she might even have some guns in there. Others think she doesn't. Too much noise.


 What they didn't know is that she was actually a very rich woman who lives just outside of town. Someone they know very well. Anne Eliza Blake. If they knew that farm girl was their protector, they'd all be in danger and she'd be dead within a week. That's why they can't know.