Small Moments With a Ghost

Day 1: Torment/Chains/ "You promised me"

Envy. Jealousy. Spite.

Call it what you will; Morro knew this feeling all too well. This bitter, heavy feeling that had tormented him for years, sinking its insidious claws into him until he was all but consumed by it.

It started with a betrayal; a broken pact.

"You promised me."

Wu had promised him everything: a safe space, training, power, a legacy that should have been his to uphold, his to make his his, his his his-

Wu broke his promise. Morro (ran away...) left to face his destiny.

He had died.

Bitterness and anger became his only friends.

Then...

He was shown a way out. A hand-kind and compassionate, though cloaked in a stubbornness that rivaled Morro's own-had punched through the dark clouds surrounding him, had pulled him out, had guided him to something new and...better.

It wasn't easy. Far from it. Envy's chains had long been tied to Morro's identity, and it was hard to shake them loose. But, little by little, their tight grip relaxed, to the point that Morro almost forgot about them.

But then things changed.

The Golden Weapons glowed. Destiny had chosen her champion.

It wasn't him.

It was a child-Lord Garmadon's son, Wu's nephew-a child who had never been trained, who did not respect the blood sweat and tears others had shed (that he had shed) wanting to achieve, who did not deserve it-

-chains of bitterness and rage and despair threatened to choke Morro, it wasn't fair it wasn't fair you promised me!-

-that same stubborn hand shoved him forwards, urging him to look past the green haze of envy, to get over himself, to look-

-and see a child.

A kid who had no right being in this position, who didn't deserve it, who didn't deserve the weight of the world on his shoulders, who was destined to fight his own father-

Envy's chains broke. Wrath's remained, but subdued, aimed at something else-someone else-besides this boy.

It wasn't easy. Morro still had to work off years of bad habits. But little by little, a lighter emotion took up residence in his being. Something soft and almost...caring.

"I'll help you," he whispered to himself, watching the Green Ninja celebrate his first successful Spinjitzu. "I'll guide you, train you...protect you."

"I promise you."

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Starting things off angsty, but ending with a hopeful note.

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