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It was sparkling with beautiful moonlight yet the circumstances weren't. In fact, it was the near end for Ninjago.
The Preeminent has crossed to the realm of Ninjago, with definite malicious intents, and carrying the entire realm with her.
“Mother of All Curst, hear my plea. Destroy this damned realm and create anew; saviour of us all. This forsaken world is immolating itself without your divine existence; will penetrate those who wronged you, my queen.” A ghost chanted in an isolated room, perhaps an important one in this story.
The Realm Crystal was gripped hard– and shakily– on the spectre's hands, as the wrath of the beast crawled from the sealed vortex; the spell strengthened itself till the strongest point came, resurfaced.
“The spell shall no longer be revoked, the return of the great shall return to the realm of mortal. Atlas, my queen.” the phantom kneeled before the recontinuing enchanting ritual, “Arise I say. ARISE, QUEEN OF THE CURSED REALM. RULER OF THE REALM OF THE INFERNAL SOULS OF THE DEAD.” Their calm voice annulled to an intoned one, restless and demented.
The ritual was at peace until something of justice came, the green ninja. “MORRO–” the name stung the spirit harsh and piercing.
Clashing through his words, “I should've killed you when I had the chance, annoying brat.” He rose from his prayer. The green ninja flinched.
“Stop this, you don't know what you're doing. YOU'RE GOING TO END EVERYTHING, IF YOU DARE RESURRECT THE PREEMINENT INTO THIS REALM EVERYTHING WILL BE LEFT TO DUST!” He tried to warn the ghost– not the first time –as he stepped closer to the spiralling indoor whirlpool, the ghost knew well this was bad.
“I know.” The ghost drew closer towards the boy.
“You'll be forsakened. Useless to the reign of the Preeminent.” advancing towards the center as well.
“I know, what choice do I even have; do I even care? This world is pathetic and cruel. Pitiful, at most.” The monotone voice cracked with guilt, clearly heard.
Sensing the weakness, the ninja tried to reason once more. “It may be hard, but let me help you. Jealousy will get you nowhere, you have a heart and I know it.
“It's not jealousy, it's delusion. And for what makes you think I have a heart, I gave up everything. Rotting and broken; long before it can be undone.” The sound of anguish ignited in the ghost. Going beyond, everything became buoyant.
A hateful scream echoed through the silent ghost. Unravelling after years of forced silence; clenching their fists tight they punched the air, an eerie mist emitted from the knuckles.
A compelling force pulled the ninja, completely submerged with rage. “I will do, and give, anything for this to be over– ” a punch in the guts, “I never wanted this,” a blast to the throat, “I was…” a pause in their undying fight.
As he wondered if he had finally gotten into him, their hands tangled his throat , nope still him. “I was just like you, pathetic and OH SO innocent. I hope I died sooner than it did, it was so shity.”
Latching onto it longer, “Honestly, my life was consumed of never–ending hatred.” Lloyd felt like he could pass out at any time from overwhelming suffocation or just his absurd sympathy, more like empathy.
He was dying until Nya broke into the room just in time, “LET HIM GO!” Was what he heard before falling unconscious.
When he finally did, a blue ninja ,who remained in the same room, was tossed into a wall near him. Oh no, she was tinted with slight blood rushing from her bangs above.
A manic laughter escaped in the room, it was the ghost.
Nya winced at it, terrified yet concerned. “That kid is scaring me.” He heard her mumble. Nya, drifting, was pulled to the enraged soul– only after he heard something (that horrified her) –then tossed away like a ragdoll.
The ghost flew through the door outside, with a crystal in their grasp. He fell unconscious after it, lying on the girl beside him.
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Numb and unmoving, he awoke on a ship. Kai and Nya holding his arms in place, definitely weaker than him.
Kai, heavily bruised with faint smeared blood, tilted towards Lloyd's ear. “I don't know what to do but we can't stop it. We’re doomed” he could hear the sob in his voice.
“It's not all lost,” the blonde reassured, looking towards Nya. “We still have Nya, she can submerge everything. Master of Water.”
She replied with a pessimistic grin.
Lifting her arms slowly through the dense air, or mimicking the water, tides rose, swallowing any smaller with consuming power. She grunted from the sheer exhaustion.
Everyone cheered, barely acknowledging the incoming beast ravenging behind them.
Replete with desperation and faith, the tsunami charged at the army of cursed warriors, swallowing all, and dissolving every remnant of it till nothing of ghosts remained. Only the being of horror.
“We won …WE WON!” Nya sobbed, smudging the salting blood away from her eyes.
“You've unlocked your true potential, Nya.” Lloyd commented.
“Now let's take care of everything now, sis.” Kai smirked, patting her on the shoulders. Full of pride.
The ship sailed back to the ghastly marine cavern, hoping to see the sinking otherworldly beast; yet only met with a surviving ghost.
As they sailed closer, a gust of wrathful wind pushed them more afar yet determination craved its mark deep, before it all.
It was strange… unexpected. Why?
Why must an enemy fight its monarch? It was erratic, what lingered in the ghost's thoughts to attack its superior, it was a losing battle– after all.
Each strike of the revenant ghost was fueled with enduring confined hatred and everlasting rage; something harmed the undead, a loathing brewed since the end and the start of a new beginning. Equal yet doomed siege, one will lose– and it's already seen before fate decides.
“Ninjas–” a gust to its tentacles, “take the crystal realm–” flung through a euphoric shed, resurfacing from the broken house. “Destroy it.” Then the ghost tossed the gem to the ninjas, with a strong underthrow.
Wu was the first to act, summoning his elemental dragon– with noticeable haste– then flying to the ghost as assistance.
“MORRO. TAKE MY HAND!” It was the first time anyone has ever seen the sensei in such deafening distress, yet only a tint of a glance was received.
A humble smirk smeared the ghost's face, youthful and heartfelt. There was something the sensei forgot: that was the Master of Wind, a child prodigy he raised in his you, who's capable of losing anything to repent for problems he caused.
“Sensei…” a voice spoke to the man in white, yet less malicious and more… childlike– he could only sense something is going to happen.
The ghost drifted away, “You can only save those who wants to be saved.” He was going to sacrifice himself, isn't he?
The ghost leapt from the wightless shed, it was more of a jump yet stronger than one. A blast of illuminating gust, surging from the restless tides, drilled through the Queen's mouth– works like the heart and its true life essence.
Now, the ghost, a being without matter, defied gravity and is falling from an immeasurably great height; each ligament will ripe apart, only if he wasn't a ghost– fleshless.
A smooth dip to acid, the thought of the sensation feels painful– sourful acidic taste to the tongue. Pitiful.
The water, and everything left of it, became a toxic substance, of remnants and essences of cursed beings– deadly to touch. A hole was left in the town of stix, an unending sinkhole.
Above the ship, Master Wu was left sobful and direful; the scent of dread could be sniffed from the deepest depths of the core of the ocean's heart. Now, descending to the ship.
“… what do we do now,” Kai grasped the Crystal Gem in his palm and fingers. “Destroy it? Like he said.” Staring deep into it.
“Keep it.” the earth ninja ordered.