Ivory's Homecoming ► Ninjago

11 ≛ Battles at the Tomb

Ronin felt dizzy as Ghoultar slowly removed the camera from his face.

"It's a wrap," the ghost announced as he quickly looked through the tape.

He was suddenly severely exhausted, collapsing on the spot. As the ghosts around him laughed, Morro flew out of the thief's body with a smirk.

"That was a shitty... shitty ass impersonation," he managed to remark in between shaky breaths. Truly, one can be so drained from losing possession of their own body. "They'll never buy it was me."

Morro only grinned, clearly unbothered. "We shall see."

And high up in a cage was a young, teenage boy in a black suit with green accents; this was the lost Green Ninja, Lloyd Garmadon, whom his teammates were desperately searching for. Though he appeared healthy on the exterior, blonde hair and emerald eyes returning to the light, he was weak. Morro's heavy possession on him took a toll that he was forced to pay in his temporary moments of freedom.

"You're no Green Ninja," he muttered out. "The Green Ninja would never need to lie."

"Oh, you won't be the Green Ninja for long," the lead ghost taunted. "Save your strength, because I'll be needing it."

He then turned to his subordinates. "Prepare for a voyage. We head to the tomb at dawn."

"What about Ronin?" the Soul Archer asked.

"Leave him... he's worthless now."

On the floor, the thief was left shivering from the cold feeling. He still couldn't get up. Even Lloyd felt pity from up above, knowing the feeling very well.

It was at that moment that Ronin realized Nya and Natasha were right. Morro was untrustable, and he just fucked himself over.

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The ninjas didn't realize they had fallen for Ronin's—truly Morro's—trap until they found themselves running from scorching flames due to the molten lava that erupted.

The four were currently on a sort of roller coaster, sitting uncomfortably in a cart that zoomed down the tracks. They held onto each other as they went up, down, and all around at a rapid speed.

Screams left their throats when a crooked rail caused them all to fly out of the cart momentarily. Jay nearly didn't get back on, and had to be hauled in by Zane.

Ghoultar made the fatal mistake of taking a quiet stroll at that second. The ninja came in hot, and the man in blue took the opportunity to chuck his aeroblade at him. Once hit, he disappeared in a puff of smoke; his scythe suffered the same fate.

"I got him, guys!"

But there seemed to be no end to the crazed ride. That's what they all thought until there was another crooked rail in sight and the cart flew up. Only problem was that there was nothing else it could land on except for the pure, molten lava under them.

And wow, was the distance cutting quickly. They got closer and closer to burning alive until something came to save the day.

Ronin's airship scanned the damsels in distress. Seeing as it found its intentional targets, the ladder was dropped. Jay grabbed onto it first and the three followed suit.

Cole loudly cackled, both in slight fear and relief. "I could kiss Ronin! ... After I clobber his ass for getting us into this mess."

Jay rolled his eyes at the emptiness as all four lowered their hoods. "Oh, ho ho. Autopilot... 'course he's too scared to show his face."

But then he did show his face; on the screen that had just lit up, revealing his recording.

"Ninja. If you're getting this message, I'm sure you have some choice words for me."