Hey everyone! I'm back with Chapter 2 of this story because I was bored. So hopefully, you'll enjoy.

~MagicalEpiphanies

Part V

"Well, I do have some old friends that can help." A voice rang out behind the group of distraught beings. Lloyd's face lit up with the joy of familiarity. Smiling, he replied,"Thanks, Dad! I knew you would never leave me!"

"Uh, Lloyd, how is Garmadon still communicating with us? Well…I mean after…you know," Nya enquired, unsure whether she had made an insensitive comment. However, Lloyd seemed to be unshaken by her question and answered, "Well, though he may not physically be here with us, his spirit can enter and leave this world as it pleases. All spirits can do this. He can speak to us too, but no one else except for the people intended to hear his voice can hear him. Those are the rules. I read all about them in the library." Garmadon then spoke again," What are we waiting for? Let's go. This old friend of mine just happens to be in the old Monastery of The Sun."

Part VI

"Ah, the Monastery of The Sun. Garmadon and I used to go there together to play and frolic amongst the Sun Dandelions. Those were the good old days, long after the The Sleep of Memories had left this world. Now that it's back, I suspect something has upsetted the natural balance between good and evil, tipping the scales, and sending evil through this universe."

Part VII

At last, after several hours of placing steps one in front of another onto the hard, gravelly ground, they had arrived. The mountain monastery's entrance was framed with a majestic gate, marking the beginning of pure ground. The gate was painted a crimson red, with two large rectangular poles that formed its basic structure. Close to the top of the two poles were two wooden two dimensional arches placed in close succession, with about ten centimetres between them both. The arches stretched majestically towards the sky, forming a slightly less arched "U" shape. The tips of the arches were painted with golden paint that glimmered in the sunlight, like beacons of light in a stormy sea, devoid of hope.

As the party of ninja with the addition of Sensei Wu passed the gate, a bald man in simple brown robes came forward from the monastery and smilingly greeted all the visitors.

As the monk led the ninja to the monastery, the ninja could not help but noticing that the outside of the mountain monastery was beautiful. A small paved dirt path led to the majestic building itself, towering over the tiny beings scuttling around it. Next to the dirt path was a large plain of emerald coloured grass. In as much quantity of the grass was the Sun Dandelions. They were spread widely across the green plains, catching the bright rays of the Sun, and reflecting them everywhere, spreading the golden light across the entire campus of the monastery. Horses frolicked and played in the plains, and the ninja could just feel their worries and cares float away with the warm, gentle breeze that stirred the gargantuan field of grass and Sun Dandelions. The air was warm, but not too much so that it was unpleasant. It was a pleasant kind of warmth. The warmth that came with the feeling that all was well.

Part VIII

The monastery was full of monks, bustling, each preoccupied with their own tasks. Despite this hurry, the expressions on the monk's faces showed not trace of unhappiness, stress, or fear. All of them were at peace here. In this utopia where peace and light reigned, and where darkness held no sovereignty. As the ninja walked past, monks turned to face them, bowing repeatedly, each of them saying, as the ninja passed, "Welcome to The Monastery of The Sun, noble warriors. The leader of the monastery is awaiting you."