Hey everyone! Lloyd here. FFF is unfortunately NOT back yet, since her computer still doesn't have internet, but she managed to move this over to my computer so I could post this for her. However, this does mean no review replies. Sorry. I did want to give a shout out to Windy, though, because FFF says she needs some encouragement. We're all praying for you here. No one DESERVES God's help, we're all sinners, but he gives it to us freely. All of us. I hope this helped.

Chapter 3

Morro woke up in a cold room, lying on something soft. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, noticing the stone ceiling as he did so. He wasn't in the woods anymore. His last memory was of that tall ghost knocking him out. Was he... in prison? This thought woke him up the rest of the way, and he struggled into a sitting position. He regretted it when his head was wracked with pain, and he hissed sharply, clutching his head with one hand and squeezing his eyes shut. When the pain subsided, he cautiously opened his eyes to see a small room with a desk and a dresser, on which rested a lighted candle. Not a prison cell, which was a relief. It looked like a bedroom. He looked down to see a bed underneath him, and a course blanket draped over him. Definitely a bedroom. How had he gotten here? The ghost who attacked him wouldn't have done this. Maybe Bansha, or the other ghost with the bow had found him. Morro gently pulled the blanket off him to look at his injured leg. The hasty splint he had made was gone, replaced by a better one made of metal and wood. Just then, the door squeaked and he looked up to see Bansha float through the doorway.

"You're awake." she said, sounding relieved. "Good. I was afraid Ghoultar had injured you more than we had realized. How do you feel?"

"...my head hurts if I move it..." he paused, wincing as talking made his head hurt as well. "...and when I talk."

"Then don't talk." Bansha floated over, stopping next to the bed. "Does your leg hurt?" he shook his head slightly, enough so that the pain it caused was bearable.

"How did I get here?" he asked.

"I said, "don't talk"." she shot him an exasperated look. "I followed a fire spirit into the forest and found Ghoultar and you next to a pool of water. Do you remember that?"

"Yes." before she could rebuke him for talking again, he added softly, "It hurts more to nod than to talk."

"Ah. Well, alright then." she nodded. "I told Ghoultar about your memory loss and he agreed not to attack you. Then I brought you back here. You've been asleep for a little more than three days."

"Oh..." Morro looked down at the bed. "But why did he attack me in the first place? What does losing my memory have to do with anything? Was I a criminal of some sort? What is- agh!" he clenched his hands into fists, closing his eyes as a sharp pain hit him. He felt Bansha's hands push him down gently until he was lying down again and the pain subsided.

"Calm down." she ordered as he opened his eyes a slit. "I'll try to answer your questions. Just lie still."

"Alright." he murmured.

"You told me you remembered a boy with blond hair. Did he wear green?"

"Yes."

"In Ninjago, he is known as the Green Ninja." Green ninja. Something clicked in his mind and he closed his eyes.

"This is the prophecy of the Green Ninja." Sensei unrolled a scroll on the table in front of him. "It says, "One ninja will rise above the others, and become the Green Ninja"."

"Others?" Morro asked. "I thought I was the only one."

"You yourself are not yet a true ninja." Sensei smiled kindly. "You still have more training to be done."

"Why did you show me this?" the young boy stood on tiptoes in order to see the parchment.

"Because I think the prophecy may be referring to you. You might be the green ninja."

"I'm sorry. Destiny has spoken."

"Then I refuse to listen! I AM the green ninja! You made me believe!"

"You're no green ninja... the green ninja would never need to lie..."

Morro grimaced as memories assaulted his mind. Sometimes he heard his own voice, sometimes a deeper one, once a lighter, younger one.

"Morro? Are you alright?" Bansha's words cut through the voices and he opened his eyes to see her sitting on the bed next to him, her hood pulled back on her shoulders. She had long, straight, black hair, that came down a couple inches past her shoulders. She was quite pretty, despite her blank, pale green eyes. "Morro?"

"I-I'm fine. The words "green ninja" made me remember something." she looked surprised.

"Remember what?" she asked, putting a hand on his arm. It was only then that he noticed his hands were shaking.

"Voices, images..." he paused. "What is his name?"

"Who?"

"The blond boy. The green ninja."

"Oh. Um..." she hesitated for a moment. "Lloyd." Lloyd. That name was familiar.

"How it works is you'll hand over the Realm Crystal, or say goodbye to your friend!"

"Ungh... I'm sorry... I couldn't stop him..."

"If you have a bone to pick with me, can't we discuss this without weapons?"

"You could never do it alone, could you Lloyd? Weak! Need others! I, I need no one!"

"Morro!" he felt Bansha squeeze his arm, but he ignored her, pulling his arm away and clutching his head as he tried to control the images that flashed in front of his eyes.

Forgotten

Indigo sat on her bed with her legs crossed, staring down at the book on her lap. When the elders of the monastery heard that she had grown up on the streets, Misako had insisted that she get some sort of education. And so, here she was. Doing math. With a sigh, she scratched a number onto the paper with a pencil and looked up from the book out the window, where a light, grey rain was falling. Normally she loved the rain, and dreary days like this would cheer her up, but not today. She was worried about Morro. It had been almost five full days since he had been sent back to the Cursed Realm, and, despite Lloyd's insistence that her boyfriend was fine, she could tell that he was worried too. She stared at the horizon in the distance, wishing that Morro would appear walking up the path to the monastery. That wasn't realistic, though. It was raining. Even if he was almost here, he would take shelter somewhere. Indigo stared out the window for a few moments longer before angrily throwing her pencil across the room. The eraser hit the wall and bounced off, the pencil clattering to the floor. She sighed and looked back at her book, not wanting to bother going across the room to get it. A moment later, she heard a soft thump to her left and turned to see Daggerclaws standing next to her, the pencil in his mouth. He dropped it before saying,

"Wow, You sure have been cranky lately." he remarked, flipping his tail.

"Thanks for the observation." she muttered in reply.

"What's bugging you?"

"Morro hasn't come back." she said, playing with the pencil absent-mindedly.

"Oh. Him." Daggerclaws flicked his tail with a huff. "It's fine with me if he extends his stay."

"Why do you say that?" she frowned.

"He stole my best friend. Nasty ghost."

"You're jealous?!"

"I guess you could say that. Not only that, but if he hurts you, I can't claw his face off. 'Cause he's a ghost." that made her smile.

"Morro wouldn't hurt me, silly furball."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"Not really."

"Good." They were silent for a few moments before Indigo spoke up again.

"Hey Daggerclaws?"

"Yeah?"

"What's 9 X 6?"

"96."

"That doesn't sound right."

"I was wondering if you'd catch that. 54."

"Gee, thanks." she wrote it into the book. "If I get a bad grade, I'm blaming you."

"Grades are overrated."

"Says the cat that never did any school."

"Knowledge is overrated." Indigo just rolled her eyes at that, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. God, please let Morro be alright...

Forgotten

Bansha watched helplessly as Morro rolled onto his side, facing the wall as he clutched his head. He said he was remembering. This was bad. If he remembered too much, he might realize that what she had been telling him was lies and would go back to being on the ninja's side. Talking about the green ninja had triggered his memories somehow. She had to be very careful what she said in the future. Morro groaned, bringing her back to the present, and she grabbed his shoulder.

"Snap out of it!" she ordered, shaking him roughly. She almost regretted it when he cried out in pain, but it had done the trick. Morro opened his eyes and lowered his hands from his head, letting out a shaky breath. "We shouldn't talk about your past." Bansha said firmly. "Not until you're stronger."

"But..." he started.

"No." she shook her head, loosening her grip on his shoulder. She stepped back an inch, frowning as he coughed weakly. She definitely shouldn't tell him anything now. She could accidentally trigger more memories, and risk that happening again.

"Bansha..." he said softly. "What's a fire spirit?" She didn't see any harm in telling him that.

"The fire spirits are sort of... guardians of the Cursed Realm. They were here when the first ghosts were banished here hundreds of years ago. They have never been known to attack or hurt anyone, but they will alert us of danger and occasionally help us if we are hurt." that reminded her. "Why were you out in the woods, instead of the storeroom where I left you?" Morro averted his eyes, focusing on his hands.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to be talking." he mumbled. She narrowed her eyes.

"Make an exception." he rolled away from the wall with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

"I was hiding in the storeroom and trying to figure out the memories I had, and I... panicked."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I don't remember." he corrected himself. "But I had to get out of there. So I broke the window and ended up in the alley outside. The fire spirit appeared and led me into the forest. Then... that ghost attacked." he stopped, his hands shaking slightly. Bansha remembered his reaction to her almost attacking him. Ghoultar's attack must have really scared him. She remembered how he acted when he was first banished here. Cold, angry, and obsessed with revenge. Not to mention bossy and demanding. She couldn't stand him then. But even that would be preferable to this, she decided as Morro shuddered, his eyes closing. He seemed so... broken.

"His name is Ghoultar." she said after a few minutes. "Honestly, he's a moron." Morro actually smiled a bit at that. "You should get some rest." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched when she touched him, but relaxed a moment later, going limp on the bed.

"Okay." he murmured. Bansha hovered next to the bed silently, not wanting to leave him alone until he had fallen asleep. After all, the last time she had done that he had been attacked by Ghoultar. There was one good side to his injury, though. Now that he was confined to bed, he couldn't run off. Still. She stayed by his bed, her hand still on his shoulder, until his breathing was even. Then she quietly left the room to let him sleep.

Well that was interesting... I didn't know Indigo could literally TALK to cats. Cough. Anyway. I hope you liked this chapter!

Lloyd Garmadon