Okay, this is my first story and it takes place immediately after after Possession. This story will feature my theories on what happened after that season. Keep in mind, yes, I know this is not what actually happened. Think of this as my parallel timeline for post-Possession. This is what I would've done had I been in charge of the direction of the show.

Also, you'll notice that this story does contain Christian references. I am not trying to force my religious beliefs on anyone, but in my interpretation, the ninja are Christians and Christianity is commonplace in Ninjago. You don't have to agree, just how I personally like to picture everything.

So without further rambling, here is the first chapter of my first story. Future chapters will be longer. Enjoy and please review letting me know what you think!

Reformation

Chapter I: Waking Up

It was too dark to see anything, and yet Morro knew exactly where he was. He had hoped to find the warm embrace of his Savior when the excruciating embrace of water had ended, but he realized he was hoping for more then his destiny had in store for him. Instead of waking up in Heaven, he woke up back in this miserable place.

Morro could not understand how his soul was in the Cursed Realm in the first place, much less why he was here again. He believed in the Almighty and knew that, although his actions had been very short of "Christianly," he had been saved a long time ago and could always be forgiven. He did, however, keep his faith a secret from his allies and in secret asked for forgiveness every night. Morro also prayed for a deliverance from his own evil ways and desperately prayed for a way to repent.

Perhaps this is it... Perhaps it was my body that was banished, not my soul. Perhaps I was merely transformed and transported. Now I am back here, and now I know this is the chance I have begged for. I know now that I have to make right what I have done.

Exiting the cave in which he woke up, the Master of Wind started the long walk to the grand and terrifying Prison Mountain, the pride of the Cursed Realm, home to the foulest scum in all the Realms sent there as punishment, and the most innocent servants of goodwill who were cursed by those who serve evil. Making sure to stay out of sight to avoid any confrontation or ridicule, he could not help but wonder if the Preeminent had also returned, and if she was angry with him for failing her. He also wondered if the person with whom he needed to speak would be willing to hear his words.

Morro looked up at the sky and let out a deep sigh. Seeing the pale green perpetually looming above was like having a nightmare and not being able to wake up. His obsession with the color green is what got Morro here the first time, and now he wished he could escape that wretched hue all around him. He wished he had listened to Wu just one more time. He wished he had trusted his suspicion of the dark lord who banished him. Above all, he wished he had seen that those who avoid destiny will inevitably meet destiny along the way.

After three long hours of walking, Morro had reached the great prison. It should have taken all day. He did not know if he only made such great time because he was so lost in his thoughts, or because he refused to stop. He had decided before leaving that he did not deserve a rest after all he had done.

He stared at the dark gates; he knew what was in there. Morro, Master of Wind, "Master of the Sky" as he used to call himself to frighten his opponents, was afraid of the screaming and other sounds of despair and agony he knew he would hear when he walk into the mountain.

Morro was one more second's thought away from changing his mind, when a gust of wind whipped around him. Morro could swear he heard the wind say softly to him, "Go."

So he went in.