She could feel the cold coming for her. She could sense his presence, nearing by the second. Nya's legs burned, her breath coming out in short gasps. She couldn't keep it up. Surely, Jay was out by now. She stopped, summoning water around her hands and turning to face Morro. Her arms shook, and her breaths wracked her tired frame. Her eyes searched wildly in the dark. Where was he?

"You've fought well, water ninja, but it's time to give it up," came a voice from the darkness.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind and Nya was slammed into the wall then Morro was against her, ghostly green hand reaching for the necklace, his face filled her vision. Water exploded from her hands as Morro lurched backwards, snarling.

Then, like a rag doll, Nya was flung from the wall. Her face was crushed against the hard rock surface. Then another gust of wind and she was slammed against the ceiling, then another gust, and another and another until she hit the ground face first with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in her rib. A moan escaped her lips, a sob shook her body. It was too much. Then she felt the cold again. He was going to strike again. With a push, Nya rolled on the ground, facing up. She wanted to summon water. She wanted to blast Morro. But she was too slow. It was almost surreal, seeing Morro's blade make contact with her right shoulder and slash against her torso all the way down to her left hip, leaving a hot, burning sensation as her vision was filled with red. Before she could cry out the wind howled and pushed, her down, down, down, to the end of the tunnel where she collided with the rock wall with a sharp crack.

The sound of water filled her ears. Shifting blue lights surrounded her. Musty air filled her nostrils. Blood filled her mouth. Suddenly she was hunched over, coughing splatters of blood on her lap. Then she slumped back against the wall. Nya blinked furiously and her vision cleared slightly.

She was sitting against the end of the tunnel, the hard rocks against her back. She tried to move, tried to raise a hand. But she couldn't. The soreness of her legs, the burning of the slash wound, the throbbing of her ribs, and the aching of her back all melded into a constant, dull pain. To her right was a cliff. She could hear and sense the water rushing down below, a powerful underground ravine. She wanted to summon it, to draw from its power. But she couldn't. She couldn't even move. She felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"Well, well, well. At least you went down with a fight. And what a fight that was," Morro said as he walked casually into her field of vision. "I will admit, I had fun," Morro smiled. "But the fun must always come to an end."

He squatted down in front of her, emanating a sharp, constant cold that added to the general pain. His bright, powerful eyes found hers, and all Nya did was stare back. She couldn't bring herself to talk, all she did was shift her eyes down and watch. Morro knew she couldn't attack him. He knew, and he was taking his time. His slightly transparent green hands reached for her, the tattered piece of fabric that was plastered to her body with blood. The pale blue fabric was slashed diagonally from one corner to the other, soaked in her blood. The wound burned and throbbed, and Nya wondered how long it would take for her to bleed out.

With a grin, Morro reached for the textile, peeling it slowly away from her body. The cool air brushed against her naked torso as the rough fabric dropped from her body. Her chest rose and fell as she took shallow breaths. She could feel her warm blood tricking down her skin.

With a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips, Morro reached for the pendant. Nya watched his hand go closer and closer, she could already feel the cold start washing over her. Closer and closer he came. No, no, no, he would touch her and she would freeze to death. Then he closed his hand around the gem, his hand brushing against her chest. A groan burst from Nya's lips as her body convulsed from the touch. Ice ripped through her body from the point of contact.

Morro retracted his hand quickly with a gasp. "You feel it too," he breathed. He stood up abruptly as Nya tilted her head, face scrunched as she waited for the cold to pass. "You feel it too. I was right, I was right," Morro said to himself, running his pale green hands through his greasy black hair. Morro looked down, staring into her eyes. "Nya. The master of water. You feel the cold, don't you? You feel my emotions and you see my visions,"

Nya nodded her head slightly. At least she could learn something in her final moments. "We're connected somehow," Nya murmured.

"I think I know why," Morro said. "You see, we're different, you and I. We're not like the others. Our powers didn't belong to the First Spinjitzu Master - our powers were of Wojira. We were the storm - the wind and the waves. Chaos. Power."

"I killed Wojira."

"Yes - and with that link gone, without the amulets, we became the embodiment of the elements. The only ones with the power," Morro grinned.

"But the cold," Nya said, feeling shivers down her spine just thinking of the cold that haunted her.

"The wind and the waves came as a pair. The amulets needed to be together to raise Wojira. We need to be together. But you defy me. You oppose me at every step. The cold is our body's response to that elemental opposition," the words spilt out of Morro as his mind worked through it. "Last time we fought, you only just started being able to use your powers, and Wojira wasn't dead. By killing Wojira, you've bonded us. We're meant to be together, Nya, not fighting, but on the same side," Morro squatted down again, carefully - almost tenderly - brushing a strand of hair from Nya's face. "Join me. I'll let you take off the adornment and put it back on. Your injuries will be healed. When we're together, the cold will stop, and we will be unstoppable. The wind and the waves! The storm of Wojira! We will rule Ninjago."

"No."

"You turn down my offer?" Morro snarled, standing up and towering above her. "This is everything you could have ever wanted!" He yelled in a sudden burst of anger.

"Why would I betray my friends for you? And how could you ever trust me?" Nya replied.

"You will join me," Morro growled quietly, his eyes hardening. "And I will know you are aligned with me when the cold stops," He squatted down again suddenly.

"What are you doing?" Nya breathed, shrinking back against the wall. She wanted to raise her hands, to cover her body or to push him away. But she couldn't. The injuries the exhaustion and the cold sapped the energy out of her. Her heart thumped wildly as Morro stretched out a hand.

With a grin, he said, "Join me, and the cold will stop." Then he placed his right hand on her left shoulder and the cold exploded inside her wave over wave.

A loud cry burst from Nya's lips. She arched her back violently, head flung to the skies as a loud moan spilt from deep within, raw and high and long. It was the first direct, prolonged, intentional, skin-on-skin contact. Wave after wave, the cold settled and bit. Nya gasped frantically; her eyes darted wildly around. She needed to get out. Anything to stop the cold. She was shaking, shaking, shaking, adrenaline rushing through her body with the pain. The cold. Oh, the cold — it was too much.

But she could bear it. She was still alive. The cold couldn't kill her. This was just more time for Jay. The Adornment was long gone. They had won. She wanted to die with dignity, not screaming half-naked at Morro's feet. Biting her lip to stifle the groans, she lowered her head, locking eyes with Morro. He was shaking, too. She could see the hardness in his eyes.

"You're strong," he gasped as the cold intensified. "Or maybe you need to feel it in a more sensitive spot." With a twisted, grinning snarl, he drew back his other hand and slapped it over her right breast. A scream ripped from Nya's throat. It was like he had electrocuted her. Her nipples instantly seized up, throbbing and burning and freezing at the same time as the cold spread down her body to her toes and up to her head, engulfing her completely in sharp, biting ice.

Suddenly, the cold lightened. Slightly. It was now concentrated on her green hands where she squatted over a girl, wave after wave pulsating up her arms and into her body. Her hands were closed around the girl's firm breast, her nipple hard against Nya's palm. The girl was shaking violently, her body jolting against the rock wall behind her, her head thrown back, and her eyes slammed shut as she screamed into the air, an ugly, broken sort of scream. Why wouldn't she join me? Why did she resist? Then, in her mind's eye, she saw Morro sitting on a throne, a ring on his left hand, a bracelet on his right. Standing at his left was herself. Wearing a revealing, flowing green dress with a necklace around her neck.

Then suddenly the cold had eased. Nya could feel the rock against her back again, no doubt now covered in bruises and scratches from her violent shaking. She opened her eyes and the world swam in front of her, wheezing breath after wheezing breath.

"So be it then," she heard through the haze. And she focused her vision to see Morro send a dagger plunging into her stomach.

The sudden pain sharpened her vision rapidly; a gurgling cough shook through her. With a small gasp, she looked down, seeing blood gushing from the fresh wound. Her vision blurred again, and she slumped against the wall, numb and cold and alone. She barely registered Morro lifting the necklace from around her neck, his hands brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of dull cold.

With a grin, he stood in front of her, the pendant dangling in her face. Nya allowed herself a grin as she looked up at Morro, putting his head through the necklace and letting the pendant sit on his muscular chest. Nya forced a laugh. It was mirthless, gurgling and broken. But she could see the shock in his eyes. Oh, first the glee that quickly transformed into confusion, then shock, which, as always, resulted in anger. Violent, unhinged anger burned through his eyes sending a dull shock of cold through her.

"It's gone, long, long gone," Nya murmured. Then, with more conviction and a cruel smile on her lips, she said, "You'll never get it. You've lost," and with a sigh, Nya closed her eyes, trying to control her shallow breathing. Then, from the blissful silence, Morro yelled, and she was swept from the right roughly to her feet. Nya flung her eyes open to see her feet floating over the deep ravine where water gushed fast and powerfully far below. The wind swept around her, keeping her up, sweeping her hair across her face as she revolved slowly, locked into place above her doom. She looked out onto the ledge where she was, red streaks on the rock wall, Morro standing facing her, fuming.

"I will find you friends, and I will kill every single one of them!" He roared. "You're death will be for nothing. I will have the adornments, and you will be forgotten! I will drop your body with a wave of my hand; you will die the moment you hit that water and have your broken body ripped apart by the rapids. Ha! To die in your own element," Morro took a deep breath, chest heaving "And I will let your friends live long enough to search for your body, to hope that you could still be alive, then, when they are mourning and broken, I will kill them."