Having failed to reach his goal while he was alive, Morro is determined to not do the same now. Being sent back to Ninjago by the Preeminent gave him a second chance, not only to prove his worth to her (he had not done so yet), but also to himself. He could not be disappointed this time; not by himself, not by anyone.

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The Ninja cheered with relief as the last of Chen's cultists were sucked into the Cursed Realm, the deceased Anacondrai generals floating about, making sure not a single cultist escaped their clutches. Lloyd watched the scene with a bittersweet smile on his face, closing the spell book in his hands. His father would be missed, and a statue of him was already starting to be carved in the Corridor of Elders, but he knew he had to move on. His father wouldn't want him to dwell on his death and forget about his duty as the Green Ninja.

Sensei Wu arrived on the clifftop, where the other Ninja were gathered. Cups of tea were passed around, and a campfire was lit. Hesitating a bit, Lloyd dropped Clouse's spell book into the flames and Kai made sure the fire burnt the cursed tome to ashes.

"Goodbye, Father," he murmured, lowering his head in a gesture of respect, with the other Ninja doing the same. "Today, we say goodbye to a legend." Lloyd's voice was strong despite his watery eyes. "But he wasn't just that; he was also my father, my adversary, but most importantly, he was my friend."

"Because of him, we live to see tomorrow," Zane said, continuing the speech.

"And for every tomorrow, we'll live to honour him." Kai finished.

Lloyd smiled at his friends, and they returned it. "Thanks guys," he whispered as he watched the swirling, blue portal close, and the screams of the Cultists faded away.

Everything was going to be fine.

***

On the top of a cliff, some distance away, another portal swirled into existence; this one glowing a harsh, sickly green colour as opposed to the bright blue one that Lloyd opened. From the portal, a figure stepped out, their hair long and tangled, their clothes torn and burnt in some places. Their green eyes swept across the landscape, widening with interest when they landed on the small group surrounding a campfire.

It's been many years since Morro had seen another living thing, much less a human, and he had almost forgotten what being alive was like. He sat down at the edge of the cliff and watched the group, hoping to see if he recognized any of them; not that it was likely that that would happen. Most of his former friends were either in other parts of Ninjago, or had completely disappeared, and he probably wouldn't recognize them if they were to meet.

He watched as one of the people around the campfire stood up and he let out a strangled gasp. This man may be older than he remembered, but it was no doubt his former Sensei, which meant that those people around the campfire were the new Saviours of Ninjago.

"So," he mused to himself. "Wu decided to replace me with..." he scanned the rest of the group. "...some fruit coloured teenagers." He scoffed and was about to turn away from the scene when his eyes landed on one particular person; a teenage boy looking younger than the rest, clad in a bright, emerald gi with golden swirls and lines embroidered all over the fabric.

For the first time in nearly half a century, Morro started to hyperventilate. He didn't even know he could still do this, being dead and all, but apparently it was still possible. "A-and he found the Green Ninja as well," he hissed, despite no one being able to see or hear him. "Of course he did. He probably didn't withhold any information with this poor child like he did me."

He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly while letting a gust of wind blow around him; the action and feeling calming him down to some degree. He could not let the anger get to him like it had all those years ago, and he had to focus on the mission at hand.

Allowing his form to dissolve into a gust of wind, he sped off, making sure to fly past the campfire and startle the Ninja. Tearing across the land, he finally allowed himself to come to a stop in front of a three-storey tall building. By now, night had fallen, and the only sources of light were these glowing spheres, mounted on tall poles.

This was where the Preeminent had instructed him to go.

:whEn yOu arRIvE, rETRieVe thE arMoUr: was what she had said. Four ghostly figures had appeared out of the fog, each one armed with sharp blades that glowed with the same sickly green light that all ghosts seemed to emit. :suMmoN thEm. tHeY wiLl hElp:

Morro stared up at the building, and then at the sign which read Museum of Ninjago History in big letters that stood out, glowing in the darkness. Based on his research, he would find what he needed here. Hopefully I'll find it, he thought, phasing through the door and started making his way through the museum.

There was barely any light inside, with the tall statues casting long, black shadows across the already dark rooms He floated around, stopping occasionally to read the small signs placed in front of each artifact using what little moonlight that filtered through the closed curtains. Some of the items displayed really were interesting, though he couldn't focus on that.

"Replica of the Golden Armour, worn by the Overlord," he read on one of the signs that was displayed next to an impressive set of armour. "Interesting..." FOCUS, damnit. A gust of wind blew through the museum as his temper and frustration mounted.

"Hello?" a shaky voice called. "Who's there?" A small circle of yellow light came into view, followed by a security guard. He glanced around the room, pointing a fire-less torch at the various statues and artifacts placed within the museum. Dramatic shadows danced along the walls, creating creatures and monsters that seemed to reach for the shaken man.

"I'll have you know I'm trained in the art of Spinjitzu!" the security guard shouted, feigning bravery even though his eyes betrayed his fear. "And I'll summon my elemental dragon!"

"Imposter..." Morro whispered, his seemingly formless voice echoing around the museum, scaring the already terrified night watchman more. "You're no Elemental Master."

He crept up behind the unsuspecting man and sent a small breeze in his direction. He laughed softly, the raspy sound filling the silent museum.

Spotting a statue of the Green Ninja, Morro possessed it, making the mechanical dummy move as if it had a life of its own.

"I-I am the Ul-ultimate Spin-spinjitzu Mast-ter." the pre-recorded lines of the statue stuttered out, the limbs moving sporadically, one of them even falling to the ground, releasing a small shower of sparks. "I-I am th-the Ulti-timate Spinjit-tzu Master."

"This isn't funny!" the night watchman cried, fear radiating off of him in waves. "I'll call the Ninja and--"

Morro laughed again, sounding more crazed and insane than before as he tried to smother the cackles. The night watchman turned around, spotting his glowing eyes shining in the darkness, and screamed with terror.

The laughter continued, even as the ghost let his form dissolve into smoke and enter the man's body. The night watchman's screams ceased almost immediately as Morro took control of his mind.

Who are you? the frantic watchman asked. What do you want with me?

It's not you I want, Morro replied, glancing around and taking slow, hesitant steps across the carpeted floor. Where's the armour?

The-the armour of the Golden Master is over there, the watchman said quickly, his voice trembling. Please, don't hurt me.

Ignoring the man's pleading, the Master of Wind let out another laugh. No, where's the Allied Armour of Azure? You're a museum worker, you must know.

It-it's in the back room, the watchman sounded confused, and seemed like he was about to question Morro's intention with the armour.

And where's the back room?

Morro temporarily allowed the night watchman to regain control of his body, knowing that the man would not dare to run away. He took note of the fact that the back room really was in the back; about five or six doors were passed before he reached his destination.

It's in that box over there, the watchman's voice said as Morro regained control of the body.

It better be, he warned, striding confidently to the wooden crate and blasting it open with a gust of wind. A chestplate made of a shimmering, blue metal fell out, along with several piles of sand. He picked it up, tracing his fingers along the engravings of the armour before putting it on. Despite what the Preeminent said, he wasn't going to summon her other generals yet; it had been a long time since he had a fully corporeal body, and he wanted to savour the feeling of being alive before he continued his mission.

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What is this? Morro asked, his tone laced with genuine curiosity as he pointed to a device mounted on the walls of the museum. Some sort of emergency alarm system?

That's a phone, you can use it to call people, the watchman replied, sounding defeated. There's a list of emergency phone numbers you can call on the side.

Interest piqued, he moved to the phone and read over the numbers listed. One of them caught his eye; 010-629-2015 -- The Green Ninja. Then there was another one listed right below; 119 -- Ninjago Police Department.

And in what situations would you use...a phone? Morro asked, taking it off of the stand and watched as it dangled from the cord. He poked at the device and made it swing around.

In emergencies.

The Master of Wind fought the urge to roll his eyes and picked up the phone, staring at it for a moment before he dialed the supposed phone number of the Green Ninja. It took him several tries, but eventually, he managed to make the call go through.

"Hello?" a pleasant, female voice asked. "Welcome to Steep Wisdom, how may I help you?" This isn't the Green Ninja.

"Hello, may I please speak to the Green Ninja?" Morro asked, knowing that his seemingly polite tone shocked the night watchman. "It's an emergency, there's been a break in at the..." He paused for a moment, trying to recall the name of the museum. "...Museum of Ninjago History."

"Of course," the woman replied. "I'll let him know right away."

"Thank you," Morro said before he quickly hung up. "Phones are weird," he muttered to himself as he dialed the number for the Ninjago Police Department.

This call was shorter, with him only saying, "There's a break-in at the museum!" and "The Green Ninja is coming!" before he hung up. If he was being honest, he could care less about what these people might think; they might believe that it genuinely was an emergency, and that the Green Ninja would save the day.

When the police arrived, he huddled on a nearby bench (still possessing the night watchman) and feigned shock and terror.

"P-please just t-tell me when the G-green Ninja arriv-ves," he stuttered out, curling up into a ball on the bench. He fell silent as a blanket was given to him, not saying anything else and waited, surprised that the police officers didn't say anything about the shimmering blue chestplate he was wearing. A cup of tea was pushed into his hands and he quickly downed it; the liquid warming him up almost instantly. He almost smiled - he had missed the feeling of being alive and being able to feel things - but he couldn't let his cover be blown this quickly.

"Oh, the Green Ninja!" he heard one of the policemen exclaim with relief. "Thank goodness you're here!"

"I heard that there was a break-in," the Green Ninja said, his voice sounding exactly like the pre-recorded voice on the mannequin. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, the night watchman over there had quite the scare," the second policeman said. "Maybe you could ask him what happened?"

Morro looked up, meeting bright green eyes that almost mirrored his own. So this is the Green Ninja, he thought with disdain. The boy had pale blond hair and an almost child-like aura around him, despite his teenage looks.

"Are you okay?" the Green Ninja asked, a concerned expression etched on his face. When Morro didn't respond, he continued. "I'm here to help you, can you show me what was stolen?"

A smile was offered to him, and Morro fought the urge to scream. Instead, he gripped the boy's wrist, dragging him off to the back room, ignoring the ninja's cry of surprise.

"I...was knocked out," Morro said as quietly as he could, continuing to maintain the facade of a scared and traumatized man. "A-and when I came to, I realized that...the only thing stole was some worthless armour they call the Allied Armour of Azure." He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders more, hoping to cover the armour.

"It wasn't even on display," he added, watching the Green Ninja move the empty crate around and poke at the piles of sand scattered across the floor.

"Why would they leave all these priceless artifacts and just take that?" the ninja asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Morro scoffed, trying to not make his voice sound condescending. "Maybe because when worn, it has the power to summon any ally you want, even spirits from the Cursed Realm." He reached behind the unsuspecting ninja and grabbed a sledgehammer - the weight of the weapon feeling familiar in his hands - another thing he missed.

"The Cursed Realm?" the Green Ninja murmured to himself. "My father is there! I--" He turned around, just as Morro was about to bring the hammer down onto his head. The Master of Wind threw the blanket off his shoulders, revealing the shimmering, blue armour. "The Allied Armour! You stole it? Why?"

Knowing that his cover was blown, Morro let out a laugh. "So, Wu chose you to be the beloved Green Ninja, silly old man."

"How do you know Sensei?" the boy asked, scrambling backwards as Morro swung the sledgehammer wildly. "A-and whatever problems you have, maybe we can discuss without weapons?"

"Problems?" Morro screamed. "Me?" He threw the hammer at the Green Ninja's head, who dodged and it left a sizable dent in the walls before it ricocheted and hit a stack of crates. "I'm nOT THE ONE WITH A PROBLEM! I AM--" The crates fell onto his head, knocking him down.

Feeling the watchman's body slump, Morro's form dissolved into smoke and flew into a painting. He started laughing and laughing, even as the Green Ninja grabbed the painting and broke it into pieces.

"Wh-what's going on?" the half-conscious night watchman slurred. "Someone was in my head..."

"Your attempts are useless! yoU THINK YOU CAN HURT A GHOST?" Morro laughed hoarsely, floating into a golden statue resembling a humanoid snake. He wrapped the tail around the boy's body, squeezing tightly until he swore he heard a crack. "I can possess anything!" Unpossessing the statue and leaving the Green Ninja trapped and restrained, he dove into a pile of sand, feeling the granules take on his form. Hovering in the air, he gazed down, eyes burning with anger and rage.

"When he was in my head..." Morro had nearly forgotten about the night watchman. "I saw...the world. It'll be cursed!"

"You should shut up," the ghost sent a strong gust of wind at the watchman, who flew back and hit his head on the wall. Somehow, he remained conscious, but Morro couldn't be concerned about some museum worker now.

"Y-you're from the Cursed Realm!" the Green Ninja exclaimed, struggling to free himself from the Serpentine statue. "But how did you escape?"

"When your father opened the door, he should've been more careful what came out!" Morro hissed, diving at the Green Ninja, letting his form dissolve into smoke once more.

Sand sprayed everywhere, swirling around the still-trapped ninja.

"The Allied Armour!" the ninja shouted, shielding his eyes with one hand. "Hurry! Give it to me!" His fingers just brushed the cool surface of the metal when he was suddenly thrown out, flying across the small room and hitting his head on a stray crate. He watched as the ghost floated back up above him, now wearing the Allied Armour.

Morro let a smile across his features, raising a hand and letting a strong gust of wind swirl around him.

"You can't have the armour!" the Green Ninja shouted, holding his head as he struggled to stand.

"I never asked for your opinion," Morro hissed. "And the armour's nice, but it's not the only thing I want to possess."

"What else do you want?"

"YOU!"

The ghost dived down towards the Green Ninja, making him scream out with panic. He easily took control of the boy, forcing his conscious to the very back of his mind.

Morro opened his eyes, glancing around at the now-destroyed room. The night watchman had disappeared, most likely out of fear, but he could care less. Like when he possessed the watchman, he walked around, testing the limitations of the host body, though he knew that the Green Ninja would obviously be more physically able than that of the watchman. Holding out his hand, he called upon his powers, delighted to see a dark green energy ball form as wind swirled around his palm.

"Yes, this'll do nicely," he murmured, ignoring the screams of the Green Ninja; the sound echoing faintly at the back of his mind like a nagging voice. A raspy, strangled laugh escaped his throat as he lifted his arms, making violent gales tear through the museum. He could hear the police officers screaming, and presumably running off like the cowards they are, and he knew that people would be coming soon. He may not be familiar with the ways of this Ninjago, but he knew that the citizens would be drawn to strange phenomena regardless of any possible consequence, as it often is the case in this land.

He walked out of the museum, ignoring the gasps of admiration as he passed random civilians. "Wow, it's the Green Ninja!", "Can I get your autograph?" and "Oh my FSM, it's Lloyd Garmadon!" were only a few of the comments he received as he made his way to the more rural parts of Ninjago.

So that's his name, Morro thought as he took his time and explored Ninjago. Lloyd Garmadon. He's probably related to Wu.

Let me go! Lloyd pleaded, somehow regaining control partially. Please!

As if I'll do that, Morro responded. Where's this...Steep Wisdom?

A mental image of a tea shop on a mountain appeared before it disappeared just as quickly.

I won't tell you.

Too late, I already know where it is.

The Green Ninja fell silent at his words, and Morro could feel his anger, even as he tried to block the thoughts of the bothersome child.

***

It was nighttime when the Master of Wind finally arrived at the top of the mountain, and by then, his patience was starting to run out. The fact that Lloyd had continuously tried to break free of the possession didn't help with his mood improving either.

I swear on the Cursed Realm if you try one more time to break free, I will throw your body off a cliff, unpossess you, and let you die, Morro thought angrily, clenching his fists tightly.

Lloyd's voice faded to a barely noticeable whisper at the back of his mind and Morro breathed a sigh of relief. He made his way to the tea shop, noticing that there was someone's transportation vehicle in front of the building. There, he saw the four Ninja, each one wearing a uniform with a blue teapot design on the front and hats shaped like teapots on their heads. They looked ridiculous; more like the employees of the shop rather than the Saviours of Ninjago. He'll make short work of them.

"Hello, Ninja," Morro sneered, his hand clenched in a fist by his side. The winds roared loudly around them, resembling a dragon's call.

"Lloyd?" the spiky haired brunet asked.

"Step aside!" the Master of Wind snapped, making the wind blow stronger. "I want a word with your master."

"Whoa, Lloyd's gone through puberty!" the auburn haired ninja exclaimed, speaking more to his friends than to Morro.

"What's gotten into him?" the black haired ninja asked with worry.

"I sense that a foreign entity has taken over his mind," the silver one said, making Morro roll his eyes. Any person with eyes and a few brain cells could tell that Lloyd just...wasn't himself at the moment. "So the question isn't what, but who has taken over him?"

The possessed Green Ninja cracked his neck, raising a hand that glowed with a sickly green light.

"How are we supposed to fight a friend?" the black haired ninja exclaimed as the others got into defensive positions.

"Let me SHOW YOU!" Morro screamed, sending the energy ball and wind gust at Lloyd's friends. His hood was blown off his head, revealing blond hair that darkened to black. Without missing a beat, he raised his hands once more, creating a tornado that contained the Ninja just long enough for him to individually blast them back into the outer walls of the tea shop.

Morro will give the Ninja credit, however, as they never gave up - he will admit that this was one lesson that he had carried with him ever since he left the monastery, all those years ago. The silver one brought out shurikens, and aimed them at his head while the black haired one spun around, creating a small tornado of golden energy and dirt.

"Aw, shurikens? That's cute." he mocked, forcing a gust of wind around a windmill, ripping the spinning blades off. "Try this on for size!" The propeller flew at the ninja, still spinning, and fell on their heads, knocking them to the ground.

"Come on!" he taunted as he danced around, easily evading the Ninja's attacks. "Is that the best you got? Is this all your Sensei taught you?"

The spiky haired ninja charged at him at these words, swinging his fists wildly. Morro easily dodged the attacks and lifted him up with his powers.

Kai!! he heard Lloyd exclaim from somewhere in the back of his mind. Don't you dare hurt my friends.

Don't worry, I won't, Morro thought, pushing the Green Ninja's voice away for the tenth time in the past few hours. "If they keep this up, they'll be dead."

The other Ninja managed to regroup, and all charged at him, most likely hoping to take him by surprise. They didn't know that he could feel the shift in the wind, the way that the breeze flowed around them, and that they would never stand a chance against him. He clearly had the upper hand, and unlike the Ninja - who were afraid of hurting Lloyd - he wasn't afraid of inflicting any sort of damage on them.

He pushed them back with another wind gust, this one throwing them into one another, and stormed towards the tea shop. The doors flew open, revealing a girl with short, black hair and wide brown eyes. She glared at him, her fists clenching tightly as she gripped at the counter.

"Get out!" she hissed.

"Make me," he snapped, throwing out his hand, a dark green energy ball flying towards the girl. The tea shop started to shake as the energy collided with the walls, jars and boxes fell onto the ground, some breaking, others spilling open.

"Morro," a horribly familiar voice said, the tone laced with shock, anger, but most noticeably of all, regret.

"Sensei!" the Master of Wind exclaimed, his voice dripping with false happiness and enthusiasm. "There you are."

"Stay back, Nya," Wu instructed, brandishing his bamboo staff. "It's me he wants."

"You foolish old man," Morro laughed. "I don't want you. Just your father's staff." He gestured to the bamboo staff and held out a hand. "Give it to me, and no one will get hurt."

Rather than acknowledging the fact that his former student just threatened him and his current students, Wu raised an eyebrow, noticing the armour that Morro was wearing.

"I see you've found the Allied Armour, Morro," he stated, his voice calm as ever. "Yet you haven't summoned any of your friends."

"He has friends?" Nya muttered under her breath.

Choosing to ignore the girl's comment, Morro sneered at his former Sensei. "Your pathetic students haven't given me a reason to," he said simply. "You honestly call those incompetent children the Saviours of Ninjago?" In the blink of an eye, he was nose to nose with Wu, his dark green eyes flaring with anger. "Why would I waste my energy summoning my friends when I barely had to use my powers to take them out?"

Without warning, he swept his foot out, tripping Wu and leaping up to grab the staff. Nya jumped up as well, her slender fingers closing around the bamboo just as Morro did the same. Undeterred, the Master of Wind wrenched the staff back, causing Nya to trip over Wu.

"You've gotten old, Sensei," he said in a biting voice. "You used to be a great Sensei, the greatest, actually." He gazed around at the ruined shop with disdain. "Now you're just a petty shopkeeper."

"With age comes wisdom," Wu said, rising to his feet. He, too, gripped onto the staff and the two wrestled over it until it fell onto the ground, rolling across the debris and dust. Three images appeared; a tornado, a sword, and a skull. "A secret message." the son of the First Spinjitzu Master whispered.

"Of course," Morro said with equally as much awe. "It's been here all along." Leaping up, he grabbed the staff and blasted the doors open, coming face to face with the Ninja, who were now armed with weapons.

"Give us back our friend!" Kai demanded, a katana held out in front of him. He swung the blade at Morro's face, who dodged and delivered a sharp kick to his side.

"No," the Master of Wind shot back, sweeping the staff in front of him, a violent gale of wind following his movements. The Ninja were once again thrown back, and he took that chance to run.

Snapping his fingers, his dragon appeared; a dark blue and bright teal dragon with wisps of smoke trailing from the wings, and glowing red eyes. The dragon roared; the sound mimicking that of wind blowing harshly through the mountains. Jumping onto the elemental reptile's back, Morro shot one final look of contempt at the Ninja and their Sensei before he urged his dragon to fly away.

"Bye, bye, Ninja!" his raspy voice shouted, the sound echoing around the defeated Saviours for what felt like forever before it finally died down.

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A/N:

So rewriting everything is actually harder than I thought. It is really hard to not follow the episodes exactly, and I had to make sure the characters didn't sound like they were reading off of a script. As you will probably tell by the ending, I've changed things from the episode (that's the whole point of this story), and I feel like with the first chapter done and out of the way, the more action-packed episodes would be easier and more fun to write.

I've referenced some lines that Morro has said in future episodes, simply because they're iconic and also they fit the vibe I was going for in this first chapter.

Next chapter will be Ghost Story, and I'm excited to write it as there are so many iconic scenes in that episode.  Well, the whole season is iconic, but still.