In celebration of the Ninjago movie that was released, I have written a short something considering I have been watching the show since the day it premiered. So, I know about Morro. Please forgive me if you guys hate this. LOL. I'd say it's easy to follow if you just want to enjoy a good read too. It took me more than a week to finish this. I started a fan fic for Ninjago a long while ago and now I'm hyped again. Thoughts on that?
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When light to Ninjago returned, I swiftly snuck off. I left the ninja and the others to find my family a block down. I had seen the wreckage of the apartment building earlier as a quick peek below I had from the skyscraper we needed to climb to get to the Overlord.
I only hoped I was wrong. I hoped I had been looking down on the wrong street.
As I rounded the corner I waited for the bus at as a child, I stopped running. My ears roared with blood. I saw people yelling my name and coming toward me to block the sight I saw with my eyes.
I was naive to never think about people dying during this fight.
My mother and father laid side by side. Their clothing and bodies were covered in dust and rubble. My mother's long brown hair was almost completely coated with grey dust and held bits of rubble and my father's thick black hair was completely grey. I could see cuts and bruises on their faces but the firefighters and rescue team here surged upward to block my line of vision.
I threw my hood back so my face was showing and people could see my determined expression as I made my way past the crowd that rose up in my way. My only purpose right now was to get past all these people.
The roaring in my ears was slowly fading. I could hear people, neighbors, calling me by my first name. I could hear the firefighters call me by ninja and any other strangers referred to me with normal names like sweetie and honey.
It felt like I was traveling through mud. I felt weighed down and slow. My legs felt like they moved on their own through a thick bog.
My father was raised and born a ninja with elemental powers like my own. He tried not to let me be a ninja but it became evident that Wu would not let him rest because he knew his brother would cause all sorts of trouble later. He also wanted to know if I would be the green ninja.
That was not my destiny written in scrolls.
My mother was a regular woman. She acted and danced for a living. I met Cole when I was younger. I danced in a competition and his father got him into a quartet. Needless to say, neither of us won because our hearts weren't truly in it and I watched as Cole failed doing the triple tiger sashay. As it turns out, my mother was good friends with Cole's father. Therefore, we sometimes saw each other through our parents once in a blue moon until we heard Cole ran away. My mother was the happy, social one when it came between her and my father.
