The Cursed World

Return

Me and my teammates stood at the railing of our HQ, letting the sun shine on our skin. Well, me and Jay at least. With Zane being titanium and Cole being a ghost, they couldn't feel it. I bet Cole missed being able to feel it. He glowed green in the strong sunlight. I sighed.

"With Morro gone, I miss having someone to fight" Cole groaned, slamming his ghostly fist onto the railing. "Sorry, can't help ya" Jay said, not truly caring. Zane jabbed him in the side. "Ow, hey!" Jay complained. Zane rolled his glowing blue eyes.

I glanced out over Ninjago, feeling fortunate that we had saved the world from possession. From the corner of my eye, a figure moved. Or seemed too.

I thought for a second that I saw Bansha, one of the ghost warriors. Nah, it couldn't be. All the ghosts went down with Morro and the Preeminent. I rubbed my eyes. Like my father, my eyes were a light green, almost jade colored. My sister had our mother's ocean blue eyes. Fitting, considering that I take after my father and my sister takes after our mother.

I smirked as I watched Jay and Zane get into a fight. They were rolling around on the deck. Pfft. They were being so childish. Too childish for ninja to act. Maybe. I don't know. Like I would...

Cole just sighed. "You two are being childish..." he muttered. Jay and Zane got up quickly. "Sorry..." Jay said, rubbing the back of his neck. While we were arguing about whether or not they were being childish, not a single one of us noticed two very familiar spirits glide down to Ninjago.