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Star: Those kids were definitely jerks :/ But, I'm glad you thought it was cute! :D Thank you so much for reviewing! :D

TheYellowNinja: I love their dynamic so much (obviously XD) :3 I definitely think of them as father/son :3 (Which makes what's coming all the more painful :'() Wu is so wise; of course he already knows about Morro's nightmares XD I'm glad you like m review replies! i love reading and replying to them! :D :D :D I know you're going to do great on your test, so don't stress about it! This story will be waiting for you when it's over :D Thank you so much for reviewing! :D

literallymedusa: Haha, I'm glad this story is so sad and adorable! I think that pretty much sums up Morro (plus a dash of evil and arrogance XD) Also, in regards to my reply to your review last chapter, I could have sworn you said "head hurt" but now I realize you said "heart hurt" XD So, if you were confused as to why I said, "don't get a headache" that's why XD Gee, that's embarrassing. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! :D

Morro anxiously rolled the pencil between his two small hands, studying Wu's face intently as the Spinjitzu master looked over his paper.

True to his word, Wu- or as Wu insisted Morro called him, Sensei- had begun to teach him martial arts. They'd started with proper breathing techniques, then stretches, and finally had moved onto tumbling and even basic kicks and punches.

And, Morro loved every second of it.

The moves came easily to him. He couldn't explain how, but it was like his body simply knew what to do, like he had been born, made, created to do this. The wind blowing through his hair when he was executing a move was intoxicating. The elation the split second after landing a flip and knowing you had done it perfectly was addictive.

The pride radiating off of Wu whenever he looked to his sensei for approval was priceless.

And then… there came the after training.

For some reason, Wu seemed convinced that Morro needed to know how to read and write and do simple arithmetic- all the stuff kids Morro's age had learned in school whole eternities ago.

And, it was with these things that Morro struggled.

A lot.

Wu finished reviewing Morro's spelling exercise- and the imminent and infinite corrections were on their way.

"Ugh, I got them wrong again, didn't I?" Morro groaned, pulling the piece of paper back toward him. Pressing down as hard as he could with the pencil, he scratched thick black lines through the wrong words. "I'll do it again. Give the words to me again, and I'll spell them right this time."

Morro looked up when Wu placed his hand over the boy's to still his scribbling. "Morro, there is no need to get frustrated. You were very close that time."

"Close doesn't count for nothing," Morro muttered, glaring down at the traitorous paper whose only apparent purpose in life was to expose all of his many flaws. "Say them again, and I'll sound them out better this time."

Wu sighed. "I think that's enough for today."

Morro gaped in horror, clutching the pencil almost protectively to his chest. "No, I promise I'll get it! If we just keep going-"

Wu chuckled, patting his hand. "You have to let your mind rest, Morro. It's admirable that you don't want to give up, but if you never take a step back, you'll lose sight of the bigger picture."

Morro frowned. Taking a break seemed counterintuitive to completing a task.

"I know!" Wu smiled down at him. "Let's do something fun!"

Morro brightened. "Like training?"

Wu laughed again, but for the life of him Morro could not find what the Spinjitzu master found quite so hilarious about him. "Something besides training." The Spinjitzu master stood, pulling Morro up with him. "You really have a one track mind, don't you?"

Morro didn't know what that meant, but he decided it was probably a good thing.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Morro narrowed his eyes at the… toy? Weapon? It was some brittle wood sticks with paper stretched over them, and Morro could not find a purpose for it no matter how hard he tried.

"It's a kite," Wu explained. "You-"

Suddenly, they both heard a shrill whistle in the distance.

"The tea!" Wu exclaimed, (because apparently they couldn't do something fun without tea in Wu's opinion.) He was already hurrying back into the monastery, but over his shoulder, he said, "Wait right there! I'll explain in a moment!"

Morro dropped his gaze back to the thing in his hands. A kite? What in the world was that?

Morro huffed. Apparently Wu enjoyed seeing him fail at impossible tasks. He threw the kite on the ground.

Then squeaked and ran after it when it started blowing away.

Just managing to snag the kite before it flew off the mountain entirely, Morro brought it back toward the relative safety of the monastery's gates, staring at it in renewed wonder.

Keeping a firm grip on either side, Morro held the kite high above his head, watching as the wind made the thin paper arch in and out depending on the direction of the breeze.

He smirked. Wind, huh? He wondered if he could still do it…

Glancing warily at the gates, Morro took one hand off the kite and held the other out in front of him, palm up. He concentrated intensely, hoping he hadn't lost it…

A little puff of air shot out of his hand, tickling his face. He sighed in relief. Once he had discovered that the other kids couldn't make the air move in the same way he could, he had quickly hidden the ability and seldom used it, lest he get labeled as a pariah.

Still, he was glad he hadn't lost it.

Directing the wind at the kite now, he watched as the little toy fluttered merrily in response. Taking a chance, he let go of the kite altogether. He almost blew it away but managed to guide it back with a stream of air from his other hand and… actually managed to keep it there.

As the kite danced and bobbed in the air, he could see why other kids thought this was fun. How on earth they were supposed to do it without wind powers on the other hand was an entirely different-

"M-Morro?"

Morro started, instantly stopping the air pouring forth from his hands and hiding the offending appendages behind his back. The kite plummeted to the ground with a dull thud.

Cringing, he turned around to see Wu staring at him in utter shock. "What did you… what you were doing just now…"

"Nothing!" Morro shouted, cursing himself over and over again in his head for forgetting himself. Now that Wu knew he was a freak, there was no way he would want Morro around. He might even take it upon himself to rid Ninjago of this curse… "I'm sorry! Please don't- I didn't-"

"No, no, you don't have anything to be sorry for!" Wu exclaimed, rushing over to him. He was basically bouncing with excitement, but Morro couldn't let the fear go quite yet.

Wu reached for Morro's arms, gently moving his hands out from behind his back. He took both of Morro's hands in his own, peering down at them in wonder. Morro stared back at him in bewilderment.

"Morro, you have a gift!"

The orphan raised an eyebrow, not quite sure how to respond. "A gift?"

"You are the descendent of an elemental master!" Wu squeezed his hands, grinning at him. "You are Morro, Master of Wind."

A shiver ran up and down Morro's spine.

He'd never been the master of anything.

He'd been called lots of things: "street rat," "waste of space," "stray dog," but never something as beautiful, as grand as master. Like he owned something. Like something was finally, finally his.

And, descendent meant family. He'd always known the wind claimed him even if no one else did, and now he knew he was right all along. The wind was his family, his home, a link to the people with no faces and no names that he had belonged to once, even if only briefly.

But, Wu wasn't finished.

He released Morro's hands in favor of grasping his shoulders instead. "And, maybe one day…

"The Green Ninja."

Morro caught his breath, seeing some sort of, of… light or other kind of glow in Wu's eyes that had never been there before.

"What's that?" He whispered.

Wu placed his arm around Morro's shoulders, guiding him back inside the monastery. "The Green Ninja is the hero of the prophecy- a prophecy is something foretelling an event that hasn't happened yet but will in the future- that will one day become the greatest ninja of all time and defeat evil in the final battle to save Ninjago."

Save Ninjago.

Greatest ninja of all time.

Hero.

The Green Ninja.

"And… you think that's me?" Morro asked, glancing up at Wu hesitantly.

"I can't know for sure. Not yet," Wu explained. "But, you've excelled in your training, Morro, growing leaps and bounds in a matter of weeks! And, now the fact that you're an elemental master…"

Morro was quiet as they entered the kitchen, processing all of this information. He waited until Wu had poured both cups of tea and sat down beside him before speaking.

"The Green Ninja… So, I could save Ninjago? I could be a… great hero?"

Wu smiled. "Yes."

There was that same kind of light in his eyes. And, for all of Wu's kindness, for all of Wu's generosity and patience and whatever amount of affection he had for him, Morro was positive that he had never seen Wu look at him like he was now.

And, it was because of the Green Ninja.

"I fear… that my brother may be the evil that is foretold in the prophecy," Wu continued, and Morro's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "And, that is… partially my fault. The Green Ninja will save Garmadon from committing the atrocities that I know he does not want to commit, and in turn, save all of Ninjago."

And, Morro realized what the light in Wu's eyes was when he talked about the Green Ninja.

Hope. The Green Ninja gave Wu hope.

Morro had only ever taken in his life. He stole every day, was taking Wu's charity right now by agreeing to live with him. Good for nothing, the shopkeepers yelled when they chased him off.

But, if Morro could give, inspire that kind of hope, be looked at the way Wu was looking at him right now…

"I want to be the Green Ninja," Morro said firmly, leaning forward in his seat. "I'll train really, really hard, all day, every day. I promise I'll do anything."

Wu grinned, patting Morro's hand again. "That's good, Morro. We will have to train hard to prepare you, but remember that only Destiny can decide."

Morro bit his lip. So, if he wasn't…

"Tomorrow, we will change your training to include honing the use of your elemental power," Wu went on, oblivious to Morro's discomfort.

"Can't we start tonight?" If he was going to make sure that he was the Green Ninja, there's wasn't any time to lose after all.

"If you are the Green Ninja, you will be no less the Green Ninja tomorrow," Wu explained, chuckling. "If you wish, you may practice your meditation tonight, but no more."

Morro immediately hopped off his chair and dashed into the meditation room, leaving his tea untouched.

Morro lay wide awake in his bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

He'd come to a few realizations while meditating.

What were the odds that the random orphan Wu helped was the descendent of an elemental master? Slim, that was for sure! So, the fact that they had been brought together so perfectly had to be Destiny, pushing him to fulfill the prophecy.

Besides, life had always seemed unfair to Morro. He was orphaned, homeless, starving. He had nothing, and so he was nothing, and what had he done to deserve that?

But, if all that had been building up to this moment… if he had been hungry, dirty, and so terribly lonely his whole life so that he could be brought to Wu at that exact moment…

Destiny was showing him the way. Morro had been nothing all his life so here, now, when Ninjago needed him, he could become something.

Unable to sleep, Morro threw off the blanket and quickly changed into his training clothes. He lit a candle- and stopped when he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror across the room.

He wandered closer to the mirror, studying the boy looking back at him. It was the same old reflection, and Morro's gut reaction was to hate what he saw.

But, it was different. Because that reflection had been Morro, street rat, dirty orphan, stray dog.

This reflection was Morro, Master of Wind.

"Morro, Master of Wind- no, no…," Morro whispered aloud, revelling in the way the words rolled off his tongue. "Morro, Master of Wind. Yeah, yeah, that's good."

He paused.

He knew as surely as he knew his own name that Wu would look at him the way he had that afternoon- with hope and pride shining in his eyes- again one day.

"Morro," he whispered, reaching out to touch the reflection he had always shied away from. "The Green Ninja."

Noooo, Morro... :'( :'( :'(

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! Next chapter will feature a pretty dramatic time skip and will come out on Monday! :D