Okay, so. This is a little "test-run" you could say. These ideas wouldn't leave my head and I couldn't really include them in My Best Friend's a Ghost, so I gave them their own separate book. If people like them or if I get more ideas, I'll add more, but other than that updates are random.

Anyways, let's go ahead and get started!

Lemme know what you guys think!

~~~~~~~~~~

He was going to die.

It was a thought that Morro had tried to squash into the deepest parts of his mind, a thought that he refused to acknowledge for the past few minutes. To acknowledge that thought was to give it power, to conjure it into existence. He couldn't afford to have it become reality, refused to let it become fact. He was the Master of Wind, he was the one who would be the Green Ninja, screw whatever Wu said. He just had to find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master, had to find the mirrors that would tell him his future, then go back and tell Wu that he had been wrong, that he was the fabled hero of legend, that he was the one the prophecy spoke of, that the past few years of his life hadn't been lived in vain....

But it was hard to do so when his body ached all over, when his breaths came in short, hard pants that only made his abused lungs hurt worse, when the air around him(and behind him.....) was scorching hot and threatening to burn his skin just from mere proximity.

Because of-effing-course the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master was built inside the Caves of Despair. And of-effing-course said caves were actually a series of lava tunnels made by a dormant volcano.

And of-effing-course Morro had to choose the one tunnel that happened to still have lava in it.

And now he was running for his life, trying to escape the tidal wave of molten rock that threatened to consume him if he even so much as paused for too long to catch his breath.

Any other time, Morro could have outrunned the lava easily. But he was already hurt from the other boody-traps that he had accidentally triggered within the caves. And along with the air being oppressively hot, it was also filled with toxic volcanic gases, which only made Morro's situation worse.

But he could do it. He was the Master of Wind, the one who would become the Green Ninja. He could survive this, he had to survive this....

As Morro sharply turned a corner, hoping that this would lead him away from the lava and towards his goal, his foot sank a little into the hot ground. Morro had just enough time to think huh? before a jet of hot volcanic gas erupted from underneath his feet. He cried out as the toxic fumes burned his eyes and his nostrils. As quickly as the jet had come, it was gone, but the damage had already been done.

Morro collapsed to the ground, coughing and hacking. His vision blurred in and out of focus. His lungs spasmed, too weak and too full of toxic fumes to draw in what little oxygen remained in the air.

Have to....get up.....gotta......prove....that I'm.....the one.....

With a tremendous force of effort, Morro managed to get to his hands and knees, coughing as he did so. His arms and legs quivered as he tried to force himself onto his feet.

A loud whoosh sounded through the tunnel....right behind him. Morro turned himself over, his vision blurring more as he did so. He blinked a few times to clear his vision....and saw that the wave of lava that he had been running from had finally caught up to him. Morro's eyes widened in horror as the molten rock began to crest, towering over him menacingly.

Morro's breath caught. I'm about to die.

The wave fell.

~~~~~~~

"AHH!"

Morro sat up quickly, his skin tingling and his heart pounding. He spent a few, panicked moments looking around his surroundings, trying to see where the lava was....

....except it wasn't anywhere in sight.

Taking in deep, slow breaths to calm his racing heart, Morro took a closer look at his surroundings.

It didn't take him long to figure out where he was.

It was his room.

"....the eff?" Morro muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "How'd I end up here?"

Did I dream that whole thing?

....he must have. There was no way that it could have been anything other than a dream. He must have dreamt it, dreamt about him....

Morro shuddered and abruptly stood up. No use dwelling on it, he thought, walking out the room. It was just a stupid dream.

He didn't feel hungry(which was a little strange--normally when he woke up in the morning, he was starving--but given the dream he had, he supposed it was a normal response to it), so instead of heading to the kitchen, he meandered through the halls of the monastery to the training yard outside.

Just because he had a bad dream(not a nightmare--he was the effing Master of Wind, he didn't get nightmares) didn't mean that he could slack off on his training. He was going to be the Green Ninja one day, he needed to be ready.

As he entered the yard, however, Morro paused. The big doors, which were normally closed, were open, and standing close to the edge of the mountain was Wu. His back was towards Morro as he stared out into the distance--no doubt waiting for his pupil to approach him.

For a quick second, anger consumed almost every fiber of Morro's body. Then, he sighed, and slowly walked up to his teacher.

Wu didn't move as Morro approached him, didn't even turn his head to acknowledge him as Morro stood to his mentor's left. Morro didn't care--in fact, he prefered it.

"Look, Wu," Morro started out slowly. "I....wanted to....say sorry about....yesterday. Though, you have to admit--what you did was effed up as hell. I mean, you can't just tell someone they're not the thing that you've been telling them for years that they are!"

Morro cut himself off before he could go on a tirade, trying to let his anger cool down some.

Wu still didn't turn to look at him.

"....look, can we just put this behind us and continue on like normal?" Morro asked. "I mean, there's still time, right? I still have time to prove that I'm the Green Ninja...."

At that moment, Wu let out a heavy sigh and turned around. He started walking back inside the monastery, not even glancing in Morro's direction.

Morro's anger spiked. "What, are you so mad that you can't even acknowledge me?!" he demanded. "I'm effing apologizing over here--something that you know that I hardly ever do!-- and you're not even going to look at me?!"

Wu said nothing, just continued walking.

"Hey!" Morro shouted, storming after his sensei. "I'm talking to you! What are you, deaf?!" When Wu refused to acknowledge his existence, Morro let out a frustrated scream. "STOP IGNORING ME!" he yelled.

He reached out, intending to grab Wu's shoulder and turn him around, forcing his mentor to look at him and acknowledge him--

Morro's hand came down onto Wu's shoulder.....and went right through it.

Morro gasped and stumbled, almost losing his balance. "What the--"

He tried again, only to have the same thing happen. He tried his other hand, but that one went straight through Wu's shoulder too. In frustration, he ran around and stood directly in front of Wu, thinking that his teacher would see him and stop and Morro could finally have an explanation for what was going on--

But Wu kept walking up towards Morro....and walked through him.

An icy cold hand seemed to grip at Morro's insides and he gasped and stumbled back, clutching at his stomach. "Wh-What the eff's going on?!"

Morro blinked his eyes several times and shook his head. "This is a dream," he said to himself. "I'm still dreaming , this is some crazy whacked up dream that I'm going to wake up from soon. Ugh, come on! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

He vigorously rubbed his face--usually a tried-and-true method of waking himself up when he was tired--to no avail. Growling, he lowered his hands....only to freeze.

His hands were green.

His hands were pale, see-through and glowing a bright, radioactive green.

Morro stared at his hands in horror. Then, on some instinct, he looked down at his feet.

They were the same--see-through, bright green, and floating two inches off the ground, what?!

"Gah!" Morro jumped--which felt weird since his feet weren't touching the ground--and watched as he slowly--slowly!--floated back down, his feet remaining a few inches off the ground.

"....what the eff is going on?" he whispered.

Suddenly, Morro remembered his dream....or what he had thought was a dream....

A pit formed in his stomach. No, it can't be. It was a stupid dream, there's no way....no way....

Morro took in a deep inhale....and held it.

He waited for his lungs to start aching, waited for them to start screaming for oxygen...

....but it never happened.

"....oh god," Morro gasped. "No, no, nononono, this isn't happening. This isn't happening, this--this isn't FAIR!"

He pinched himself several times and started punching at anything close by. He ranted and raged, cursing and crying out, begging for this to be some type of dream, some kind of vicious nightmare that he would wake up from soon and things would go back to normal....

But he didn't wake up.

And things were never the same again....