Ninjago Angst Week

Alone

Alright, I decided to put all of my Angst Week entries on one single book just for organization. Plus, it'll be easier for you guys too.

I already posted this on my Tumblr more than a week ago, and stupid me forgot to put this on here ^_^" Whoops? Anyway, it's here now!

Also I forgot the disclaimer on the first one, so... I DO NOT OWN NINJAGO.

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Stupid Wu, stupid Golden Weapons, stupid destiny. I'll show them that I'm worthy to be the green ninja.

With a growl, Morro kicked a stray pebble. He watched as it flew through the air before smacking into the side of the mountain. He glanced up, raising a hand to shield his eyes. It was still a long way toward the Caves of Despair, but he wasn't going to give up. He couldn't give up. The Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master must be in there, and if—no, when he found it, Sensei Wu would finally realize—destiny would finally realize—that he was fit to become the green ninja.

Morro clenched his fists. It just wasn't fair. He tried so hard, training way past midnight, pushing himself to the very limit so he could live up to become the green ninja, and yet it still wasn't enough. It didn't help that Wu had lied to him.

All his life, he'd been alone. Abandoned. Unworthy. Just another orphan living in the streets. Nobody had even given him a second glance. The most he had gotten was a dirty glare because who wanted a homeless child near them? Morro didn't blame them. Hell, his parents didn't even want him, and he was only a baby when they left him to rot on the streets.

And then Wu came into his life. He gave him a purpose, something to work for, something to live for. It made him feel alive and loved, something that he hadn't ever felt in his entire life. As soon as Morro heard of the green ninja prophecy, he knew that he had to be the one.

. . . right?

Morro shook his head. No. He couldn't be doubting himself now. Not when he finally found a way to maybe, just maybe, prove himself worthy of being the green ninja. Maybe he just hadn't done enough. Maybe he had to do something big. Something . . . nobody had ever done before.

Like finding the First Spinjitzu Master's Tomb.

His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He would wait until he was really hungry. Then he would find some food to eat . . . somehow. But for now, Morro couldn't waste time on such trivial things. He needed to move fast, especially since the sun was due to set soon. Besides, it wasn't his first time going hungry either.

Still, he couldn't help but remember all the times when he was living with Sensei Wu. The happy times, when they were still laughing and teasing each other, when they still had what Morro thought was an unbreakable bond, when they weren't hungry and alone and homeless, when they were still smiling and a family. Wu was— he was the father Morro never had.

And he had lied to him. And now Morro was traveling alone, homeless again, desperate to prove destiny wrong.

He blinked rapidly, horrified to find tears in his eyes. Heaving out a deep, shuddering breath, Morro pushed his legs to keep moving. He was closer now, and a flutter of excitement rose from his chest at the prospect of possibly finding the Tomb there.

Scrambling to the top of the crater, Morro sucked in a breath at the sight of the Caves. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, really, but holy First Spinjitzu Master, it was huge, with countless caves circling the bottom of the crater. One of them, he guessed, would lead to the Tomb. Finding it would take days, perhaps even weeks or months, but that wasn't going to stop him. He had to find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master, wherever it was.