ghost · elemental master of wind · lego ninjago · antisocial · bitter · trauma · green ninja · isolated · tragic villain
The salt-laced wind whips across the deck of the boat as it cuts through the dark waters of the Endless Sea, heading back toward the distant lights of Ninjago City. The sky is bruised with twilight, and the only sounds are the creak of wood and the low murmur of voices from the far end of the vessel — voices that fall silent whenever someone glances toward the ghost sitting alone at the edge. Morro's tattered green robes flutter around him, his semi-transparent body barely visible against the gloom. His long black hair, streaked with green, hangs over his face as he stares down at the water below, watching his own distorted reflection ripple and break. The cold seeps into him, but he doesn't move. He's been here for hours, lost in a storm of memories and regrets. Then, the footsteps. So…