Morgen was furious. She kicked the machine a few times out of frustration. It hadn't worked. The plan was simple: capture Cole, extract his powers, transfer them into her. Easy. The ninja had interrupted the process, but surly some of his powers must have been extracted. Or so she thought. There was no trace of any power in the container. She stormed out of the room and went to the cell where she kept her prisoner.

"Your machine failed!" Morgen yelled, slamming open the door. Her prisoner bolted upright from the ledge she slept on. Morgan grabbed the vengestone chains and forced the prisoner to her feet.

"I-I'm sorry. Let me inspect it. Please. Perhaps it wasn't calibrated properly." The woman collapsed to her knees.

"You will fix it only after you've been punished for your failure." Morgen grabbed the modified Taser she had mounted onto a long pole that she kept on the wall and turned it on. Electricity arched between the two metal points. She turned it onto level eight of ten and shocked the prisoner a few times, holding it against her bare skin longer than necessary. The woman's screams did nothing to deter Morgen. Thirty minutes later, Morgen put the Taser back on its hook.

"There. Now, use your technical know-how to fix it, or next time I turn it onto high." Morgen dragged her prisoner by the hair into the room with the machine and locked her in.

The woman cried some as she knelt down next to the machine. What Morgen wanted was impossible. She had only heard of one Elemental Master losing his powers, and he had willingly given them to someone else. To this day, she had no idea why the old Master of Ice had acted the way he did or how he did it, but she prayed the new Master of Ice was safe from whatever the old Master was running from.

She brushed her once wavy blonde hair out of her face. She had a rudimentary understanding of mechanics, and she guessed that was why she was targeted instead of someone like the Master of Metal, or literally any engineer in all of Ninjago. She had used her elemental power in the past to muddle through any electrical or mechanical stuff, and ever since she lost it, she just wasn't as good as she used to be. Not that she dared let Morgen know she had lost her power. She didn't want to endanger her son, wherever he might be. Every day, she prayed her husband was able to provide for and protect their son. She had no idea how old he was now, but in her mind, she envisioned a younger version of Cliff only with lightning shooting out of his hands. She hoped her boys were safe.

Cliff knew something was wrong when Libby didn't come home that night. She had expressed concern over Elemental Masters disappearing. First, the Master of Ice disappeared years ago. Then last year, the Master of Earth disappeared. A few months ago, she learned that the Masters of Fire and Water had vanished from their home, leaving behind their two young children. She told Cliff the legend of the Master of Wind and how he disappeared one day never to be seen again. Even the Master of Amber was rumored to have died. Now Libby had gone missing.

Cliff immediately contacted the police, who started a search for her. After two weeks of looking with no result, they called it off. Cliff was worried. Libby had told him she had lost her elemental power after their son had been born. He realized that if whoever took Libby figured out she no longer had her power, they might go after her son.

That night, after midnight, Cliff placed his one-year-old sleeping son in the car and drove away. He drove and drove, looking for somewhere safe he could leave the boy. An orphanage was too obvious, and he didn't want his child growing up in a cruel place like that. No, he wanted a kind family to raise his son.

It was nearly dawn when he happened upon a junkyard far away from Ninjago City. He turned around and looked at his son, who was still asleep. He was out of options. He quickly scribbled a note on some scrap paper he found and wrapped it around a spare key to the house. He stuck the note and the key into the boy's pocket before picking him up and carefully leaving him on the step. He kissed the boy's forehead and drove off.

It wasn't long before the child woke up, saw where he was, and started to cry. His sobs alerted the middle-aged couple inside, who came out to investigate. The woman comforted him and gave him some pancakes while her husband read the note for the hundredth time.

"As long as he is with me, he is in danger. I cannot raise him knowing he could be harmed. Please watch after him. The key is to my house. Give it to him if he ever questions where he came from. If I can, I will return for him. His name is Jay."

Years passed, and Cliff watched the boy grow up from afar. He saw Libby's spirit in him, and he had her good looks. He was proud of everything his son accomplished. He wished he could enter into his son's life again, but he knew as long as Libby was missing that wasn't an option. He never stopped looking for her, and he died before he found her.