(Author's note: To any of my previous readers, I have rewritten the first chapter, very similar to the original but a bit different here and there as well as the story is now in first-person from Morro's POV!)

I woke up to daylight pouring into the windows and the sounds of birds chirping in the trees.

With a yawn, I got up and switched into the gi I had found in the dresser the night before.

I walked out of the room and looked around.

No sign of Garmadon anywhere.

Maybe he decided I was a lost cause. Whatever, I didn't need him anyway. I thought.

Annoyed, I went outside and stood in the warm light as cool breezes swept through my hair. I squinted, since it was hard to see through the glare of the sun as I looked at my surroundings I could not see the night before.

"There you are" Garmadon's voice suddenly said. "Finally awake are you?"

I looked towards the voice and saw him walking towards me.

Garmadon looked at me up and down. "Suppose you're not used to waking up early, are you?"

"Ghosts don't really care what time of day it is," I muttered bitterly.

"Well let me remind you again, you're not a ghost anymore," Garmadon said then paused before asking. "So, why is it you still smell like one?"

I tensed. "Um. I guess it just.. Sticks around after being there for so long."

Garmadon raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what about the salt in your hair?"

"There's a lot of salt in the ocean, old man."

"..And the disgusting oiliness?"

"I don't know! Maybe it's the sun!" I snapped. "Why do you care!"

Garmadon facepalmed. "Morro, just be honest with me. You didn't wash up at all, did you?"

"What? Of course I did!" I fibbed.

"Oh really? Garmadon said, a no-nonsense expression on his face as he walked closer and lifted my hand. "So can you tell me why there's still ink on your hand from when you were having fun with arts and crafts?"

Properly caught in my lie, I yanked my hand back. "Ink is hard to get off!"

"I'm well aware, but it does not look like you tried." Garmadon said. "You are acting like a whiny 5-year-old. You're lucky I still plan to train you despite this. But in the future understand this;" He narrowed his eyes at me with a calmly angry expression, his tone subtly reminding me of who this old man once was that I was talking to, i.e. Lord Garmadon. "You do not disobey your sensei. You will treat me with respect. Am I clear?"

I blew my 'oily' hair out of my face with a huff. "Whatever." I muttered.

"What was that?" He said irritated.

I corrected myself. "Whatever, sensei."

With an irritated sigh, Garmadon started to walk into the woods nearby. "Someone seems to be feeling better."

"Um. Where are you going?" I asked, watching him go.

"Well certainly you don't expect to train in this old place do you?" Garmadon asked, gesturing to the dojo behind us. "It could take a few weeks to repair it enough for training."

I took a glance at the dojo and had to agree, the old man had a point, we'd spend the whole time sneezing from all the dust that had accumulated if we tried to train in there.

"Well what about breakfast?" I asked, catching up to Garmadon. "Aren't we going to eat something?"

"Eat what? There's nothing to eat around here, unless of course you're interested in eating grass and bugs." Garmadon said. "We're near a town. I believe if we keep going in this direction it won't be hard to find. We'll train on the way and be in town in time for lunch."

"Lunch?! But I'm starving! And that's hours from now!" I whined.

"I realize you haven't eaten much since you've regained your human state, neither have I. But there's nothing I can do about it and more you complain the longer the journey will take," Garmadon said sternly. "So I suggest you stop whining and keep walking."

I narrowed my eyes, biting down my words and carried on.

"Good," Garmadon said. "You're already learning."

We continued walking down the path.

Garmadon turned his head to me. "We'll start with the basics."

"Basics?" I asked in surprise. "I already know the basics! I'm way more advanced than that in my training."

"Well if you already know them, it should be easy for you, correct?" Garmadon asked.

"You underestimate me, Garmadon. I was going to be the Green Ninja."

Garmadon seemed unimpressed. "Really, is that so? Then why aren't you?"

I felt anger rise in me. "Your brother took my destiny from me." I said bitterly.

"My brother has a habit of that." Garmadon said with an amused huff.

"Do you think it's funny?" I asked.

"Destiny is funny. It's never what you expect." He said. "Whilst the snake venom was in my veins, I expected to have to fight a green ninja quite like you. ….Turns out it was my own son. The very person I was trying to keep safe in my mad ramblings."

"Could've kept him less safe," I muttered under my breath,

"What?" Garmadon said flatly.

"Nothing." I said, shaking my head.

"Nothing...?" He expectantly with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed. "Nothing, Sensei."

He nodded and there was a silence for a few moments.

"You know, my son is the only reason we have land to walk on today." Garmadon said. "You should be thankful that he has done such a good job as Green Ninja, even if it were not yourself."

"Well I'm not." I said angrily, stopping . "I'm not thankful. Ninjago could crumble for all I care."

Garmadon walked a bit further then stopped as well. "Maybe Wu was right to take your destiny from you."

"...What?" I snapped.

"You heard what I said." Garmadon said. "You could've never become The Green Ninja."

I clenched my fists. "Take it back."

"No." He said simply and faced away from me.

In a rush of anger I tried to attack Garmadon while his back was turned, to my shock my fist was intercepted. He grabbed my wrist smoothly without turning back.

"This is why." He said.