The wind was very powerful, but not powerful enough.
It had done its job, although the others may still see the wind as evil, it still proved itself worthy.
The wind once blew free, hopping from place to place, never to settle down.
But it was now resting in the Departed Realm, its home for eternity.
But yet, it wasn't. It was just a house. A house you can hate. You can't hate a home. Just a house.
The wind's home... its home was back in Ninjago.
Its home consisted of beautiful green eyes, goldenrod hair, toned skin that matched his hair, and a leadership complex that never gave up.
Its home consisted of a green gi, and the person who defeated his father in battle.
Who defeated the Overlord, though managing to stay strong when one of his own was destroyed.
Who went to Chen's island to get back that one, and fought for himself and his friends.
Who stopped the Anacondrai from ruling.
Who stopped the wind itself from taking over.
Neverless, the wind seemed to slow around that gi, gravity pulling it's heart farther down, as if falling. The wind didn't notice, it didn't want to notice.
Didn't want to notice the feeling to destroy the world for him.
The feeling to cradle him in its arms and whisper gentle breezes of sweet nothings.
The feeling to kiss those soft pink lips, and to hold on forever.
Those feelings were forgotten to the coldness. There was no romantic feelings, the wind did not love.
But it did. The air succumbing to gravity for the Green Ninja, but being wind, it never got what it wanted. It finally was at rest. But it only made it worse.
A home wasn't always found on a street or city, it could be found in someone.
Well that was some Romeo and Juliet tragedy there. Onto the next story!
Until then,
Tootles!