Can you believe this story is almost over

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Candaru: "mary sue but not mary sue" I wish I knew what this meant

Tex: She still loves Lloyd (platonically), they'll work something out.

KitKat: Lydia's? that's because she's so sneaky... fuhuhuhu...

RandomDragon: Various smart things

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MarbleBird: DJINNJAGO


Several deadly-looking weapons were brandished at Lydia the moment she stepped out of the portal and into Djinnjago.

"Hello kind sirs." She greeted the owners of said weapons, about six djinns in elaborate gold armor, as Morro stepped through behind her and immediately jumped back in alarm. "Or ma'ams. It's a bit hard to tell with the armor."

"State your name and business!" One of the guards yelled.

"Hi. I'm Lydia." She waved. "And I'm here to see your king."

"Lydia," Morro hissed. "Where are we? Who are these people?"

"These are the djinns, we're in Djinnjago. Djinns can teleport, have four arms, and are nearly unkillable. They also grant wishes!"

"Um… aren't you worried they'll just kill us?"

"I have faith in them."

"Why?"

"I just do."

"That's comforting."

"What is your business with the king?!" Another guard demanded.

"He seems the most reasonable out of all y'all." She gestured vaguely about. "Can we just talk to him? You can threaten us with those the whole way if you want, we're not really a threat." The guards ignored her, muttering to each other for a few moments.

"Come with us!" One barked at last.

"Are we going to the king or not? I'm kind of on a deadline."

"Yes, we're going to the king. Now move!"

"Polite sort of chaps." Lydia muttered, but okayed, clinging to Morro's arm to keep her balance as the guards lead them towards a large building with huge pillars. She tripped over her own feet twice on the way there – not having any feeling in her feet was a huge pain – but Morro caught her both times so she didn't fall.

The large building, was, apparently, the king's home. There was a lot of dramatic decoration, mostly gold in one form or another. Huge statues of presumably former kings lined the entry hallway, and golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. Apparently the djinn king was a big fan of the whole orange/yellow color scheme.

After walking down the hall for about ten minutes – that hallway was really stupidly long – they arrived at a set of huge doors, which undoubtedly lead to the King's throne room. Four of the guards stayed behind to guard them, while the other two went inside, presumably to talk to the king. As they waited, Morro shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"I really don't like this." He muttered.

"Don't worry, I have a vague idea of what I'm doing." Lydia assured him.

"Still not comforting." Before she could respond, the throne room doors opened, and one of the guards stepped out. He grunted and waved them inside, and the two ghosts found themselves herded into the throne room.

The throne room was even more magnificent than the rest of the castle. Gold was everywhere. The floor was paved with it, the windows were lined with it, even the brown carpet that ran down the center of the room seemed to have threads of gold woven into it. It took a few moments for Lydia to tear her eyes away from the glittering room, but when she did she noticed a figure with a long, white beard hovering at the other end of the room, in front of a gold throne. He appeared to be waiting for them, so she started walking again, the pack of guards shadowing them as she and Morro crossed the huge room.

"Greetings, visitors from the Cursed Realm." The figure, undoubtedly the king, called as they got close.

"Hi." Lydia called back. "Sorry I can't address you properly, I don't know proper djinn etiquette for speaking with royalty."

"Don't trouble yourself, my dear. I assume you have a message for me from your master?"

"Um… no, actually. And technically I'm not from the Cursed Realm. I just became a ghost twenty minutes ago." The king raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm actually here to make some wishes."

"Interesting." The king sat back on his throne. "Then go ahead."

"First, I need to gloat." Morro gave her a side-eyed look. "In the past month, I've saved the lives of you and every other occupant of this Realm."

"And how did you manage that?" The king didn't seem very impressed.

"I was granted knowledge of the future. In the original timeline, the Cursed Realm was destroyed, and this Realm fell along with it. I didn't like that ending, so I stopped it."

"Prove it."

"Well, I mean…" Lydia trailed off. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Tell me something only someone who knows the future would know." The brunette blinked.

"Well… if I remember correctly, your name is Kahnjikahn." The king nodded.

"Correct, but you could have easily gotten that from the Preeminent."

"Could not. She hardly tells me anything." Lydia paused. "Wait, you know the Preeminent personally?" She kept going before he had a chance to answer. "Never mind, I'm on a deadline. You have a son, his name is Nadakhan. He's currently trapped in a teapot, in… Stiix, I think. He and you had a fight or something and he went to Ninjago to be a pirate, eventually being defeated and trapped by Captain Soto."

"All correct as far as I know." Morro slowly raised his hand.

"I don't know if it means anything, but, I can vouch for her. She knows way too much to be an ordinary kid. Ruined some of my best-laid plans." He muttered. She patted his arm.

"Sorry."

"Regrettably, your word means nothing, as the two of you are clearly romantically involved." The king remarked. Morro and Lydia exchanged glances.

"…'clearly', how?" Morro asked after a moment.

"She hasn't let go of you since you came into view, despite her obviously improving balance, and your movements are especially careful and tender. And you look far too different to be siblings." The ghost boy sighed, shaking his head.

"And we're obvious again."

"Shame." Lydia shook her head with him. "Anyway, I'm having a hard time giving you proof because I mostly know the events of Ninjago. I know very little of events you will have heard of."

"What you have said is enough. I believe you." Kahnjikahn stood again, approaching them. When he got about five feet away, he stopped and gave her a small bow. "I thank you for saving the lives of my subjects and myself. I owe you a great debt."

"Well, I need a favor from you. Do one- er, do three things for me, and we'll call it even?" The king straightened up.

"And what would those be, milady?"

"I need to make three wishes, and I would really appreciate it if you didn't twist them. Can you do that for me?" The king paused, then nodded.

"Very well. Go ahead." Lydia took a deep breath, running her wishes through her head, then began.

"For my first wish, I wish that Morro and I would both be turned back human, with no harm or ill effects to either of us. Just like we were never ghosts. Except we keep all our memories and stuff. The change will be only physical. And it should happen immediately." Kahnjikahn raised an eyebrow.

"Why ask me not to twist your wishes if you're going to go into so much detail anyway?"

"No offense, but I haven't had very good experiences with djinns." Kahnjikahn grimaced.

"You've met my son."

"Not personally. But I've seen the havoc he can wreak." The king shook his head.

"Fair enough. Your wish is yours to keep." He snapped his fingers, and Lydia staggered backwards at the sudden rush of senses. She could smell exotic incense in the air, and the already brilliant throne room was now so blindingly bright that she had to shield her eyes in order to see anything at all.

"L-Lydia?" Morro sounded alarmed. "Is this normal?"

"Is what normal?" She turned to look at him, and gasped as her eyes adjusted.

He was alive.

Morro stared down at his hands, green eyes shining from his pale-tan face. His form was no longer slightly blurred, and she couldn't see through him. He was solid. Real.

"You're alive!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and half-tackling him. "I told you there was a way!"

"And you're alive." He pointed out with a grin, squeezing her tight.

"It's weirder with you! I've been a ghost for half an hour! You've been dead for like fifty years!"

"Yes, but I have never seen someone who was turned into a ghost turn back human less than an hour later. That's weird."

"While this is touching," Kahnjikahn interjected. "I believe you made a comment implying you are pressed for time." Lydia pulled away from Morro, but didn't let go of his arm.

"Right. Good point. Um, for my second wish, I wish the Preeminent would become a normal human." Morro blinked in surprise. "No ill effects because of it. She loses her mind reading and telepathy, and her link to the ghosts. She no longer has to consume souls to live. She's a normal woman, but she keeps her personality and memories. This will take effect immediately." The king nodded.

"Your wish is yours to keep." Lydia hesitated, then sighed.

"I guess it will be hard to tell if it worked or not right away." Morro nodded. "As for my third wish, I wish that Ninjago would be un-cursed, and every person who was turned into a ghost in the past week – excluding me – would be returned to where they were when they were cursed, human, with no harm or ill effects from their transformation back."

"Your wish is yours to keep." The king gave her another small bow. "We are even?"

"We're even." Lydia confirmed. "Thank you so much, um… your majesty?"

"You may call me Kahnjikahn."

"Thank you, Kahnjikahn. It really means a lot to me."

"Of course. Thank you for saving our Realm." Lydia beamed, grabbing Morro's hand.

"I'll try to come back and visit sometime. Good luck, Kahnjikahn." The king nodded, then turned to return to his throne. "Morro, let's go. We need to find Karen. And, I don't know, maybe then we can go visit Cloud Kingdom, see what on Earth they're doing with my life."

The dizziness hit her like a truck.

Lydia stumbled sideways, losing her grip on Morro and crumpling to the ground. She heard Morro cry out in alarm as the Realm Crystal slipped from her grasp, skittering across the floor.

"What did you do?!" She heard Morro shout.

"This is not my doing!" Kahnjikahn tried to defend himself. Lydia heard pounding footsteps, then hands lifted her head onto Morro's lap.

"Lydia, what's wrong? Talk to me!" He pleaded. She opened her moth to speak, to tell him she was just dizzy, but she couldn't get the words out. She was too sleepy…

Everything faded away.

OhTheThingsWeCouldDo

"Lydia! Get up!" Lydia's eyes shot open to see a very familiar sight: that of her sister's bunk above her. Eyes wide, she rolled on her side to see her mother, her face annoyed as she stood in the doorway with one hand on her hip. "It's 9:45! Come downstairs!" With that, she walked off. Slowly, Lydia sat up, eyes flitting around the cluttered room. Morning light flooded through the thin curtains, and the clock read '9:46'. It took her a full minute to muster the ability to speak, and when she did, her voice cracked.

"No."


Hmm.

~FFF