The Winds Of Change

Chapter 4: Whispers on the Wind

Weeks had passed since Morro's return, and though the tensions between him and the ninja had not disappeared, the team had found a new rhythm. Morro had earned his place, not through words but actions, and though Kai still treated him with suspicion, the others had started to see the changes in him. He wasn't the same angry, power-hungry ghost they had once faced. He was something else now—someone trying to make things right.

But peace, as they all knew too well, never lasted long in Ninjago.

One evening, as the sun set behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the monastery, Morro stood alone at the edge of the courtyard. He often found himself out here at the end of the day, letting the wind carry his thoughts away. His powers had always been tied to his emotions—his control over the wind had been strongest when his anger and frustration were at their peak. But now, he was learning to harness the wind without rage, to let it guide him rather than force it into submission.

The peaceful evening breeze suddenly shifted, becoming sharper, colder. Morro frowned. Something about the wind felt... wrong. It carried a strange energy, something unsettling. His instincts flared—something was coming. He closed his eyes, focusing on the movement of the air, trying to listen to what it was telling him. It wasn't just a change in the weather. It felt darker, like a storm brewing far in the distance, but moving closer every second.

Footsteps echoed behind him. Morro turned to see Lloyd approaching, his face illuminated by the fading light. "You okay?" Lloyd asked, noticing the tense expression on Morro's face.

Morro hesitated, unsure of how to explain what he was feeling. "There's something... off," he said, his eyes scanning the horizon. "The wind's different. I can't explain it, but it feels wrong."

Lloyd frowned, stepping up beside him. "Do you think it's a threat?"

Morro nodded slowly. "I don't know what it is yet, but it feels like something's coming. Something big."

Lloyd was silent for a moment, processing Morro's words. He had learned to trust Morro's instincts over the past few weeks—his connection to the wind often gave him insights that the others didn't have. If Morro said something was coming, Lloyd knew better than to dismiss it.

"Let's tell Master Wu," Lloyd said finally. "If something's on the horizon, we need to be ready."

That night, the team gathered in the monastery's main hall, their usual lighthearted banter replaced with a quiet seriousness. Master Wu stood at the head of the room, listening as Morro explained the strange feeling he had sensed in the wind. The others watched him closely, each of them aware that Morro's warnings had been accurate before.

Kai leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, a skeptical look on his face. "So we're just going to trust that the wind told him something bad is coming?"

Zane, ever the logical one, raised an eyebrow. "Morro's powers are connected to the wind. If he senses something out of the ordinary, we should take it seriously."

"Exactly," Lloyd agreed. "Morro hasn't been wrong before. We've always trusted each other's instincts, and right now, his are telling us to be cautious."

Kai sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But what are we supposed to do? Sit around and wait for whatever this 'something' is to show up?"

Wu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "We prepare. If Morro is right, then something is on its way. And when it arrives, we must be ready to face it."

The room fell into a tense silence as Wu's words sank in. They had faced countless threats before—villains from the past, ancient curses, even the Preeminent itself—but this felt different. There was no clear enemy yet, no immediate danger to fight. Just an ominous feeling that something terrible was approaching.