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Morro watched the sun set, it had been a few days since he killed the last master writer and thankfully they hadn't managed to point it to Euphrasia. But now the word was spreading that he was in the kingdom, which made his search for the ninja even harder.
Which led him to where he is now, watching Euphrasia interact with the other monks and doing her daily duties. He had been hoping that one of the monks would be talking about the ninja but they were pretty tight lipped.
Morro broke off from Euphrasia to look into the library he combed through the catalog of books but it was as if the ninja had been completely stricken from their records.
“Whatcha looking at?” Euphrasia popped her head up next to him.
“Still looking for the ninja,” he handed her a book. “Have you finished your tasks for the day?”
Lifting his hand he floated her up so that she was eye level.
“Of course,” she grinned, floating alongside the book shelf. “Even managed to finish a few extra chores today as well.” she moved her arms as if she was swimming through the air.
Morro watched her carefully; he still wanted to get her out of here, but he had a task to do first.
“Okay, enough playing it’s almost time for bed,” he dropped her carefully to the ground and shooed her to the showers. Finally alone with his thoughts again, he moved through the bookshelves searching for anything related to the ninja.
A golden light appeared behind him.
“I’m sorry Master, I’ve checked this library twice and still havent seen anything.” he placed the book back. “Have you had any luck on your end?”
The light shook before disappearing.
Morro continued going through the books but he couldn't help but imagine the man's face as he fell out the window, the pure fear etching across it. For some reason it was upsetting his stomach everytime he imagined it. Maybe he could have reasoned with the man, just scared him enough to stop, a hundred different decisions could have been made. He shook his head; this wasn't the time for that he needed to focus.
Elsewhere in the World Forest, Garmadon grumbled as he climbed up on one of the trees. “Of all the idiotic things I do for this family, this has to be by far the dumbest!”
The golden light traveled upwards beside Garmadon, keeping pace with him.
As they reach a branch the light flashed upwards to it signaling Garmadon to rest on it. With reluctance he sat on the branch staring out into the columns of the trees.
“Wings?” the golden orb whispered.
“Oh yes, Wu why didn't I try that,” he mocked. “Oh wait, yes I did!” he grumbled. “Why are we even up here? I thought I was trying to find Lloyd!”
The golden orb faded into golden mist leaving Garmadon alone once again.
“Hrmph,” Garmadon bit his tongue he would yell at his brother as soon as he reappeared.
“The path you seek will not always be clear.”
A voice echoed through Garmadon’s head, it was a gathering of whispers, some harsh and bitter, but some also serene and calm.
“Who is there!” he growled, igniting his fists. “Show yourself!”
“I have always been here, Garmadon, watching the many paths you have taken.” The voice continued shushing Garmadon. “I must give you a heavy burden, Garmadon, one only you can complete now.”
Garmadon felt a pull upwards and as he looked up he saw an opening in the tree. Climbing once more he reluctantly followed the pull, his once sharp tongue for some reason no longer working.
Staring at the red arches he raised an eyebrow, “A temple this far up?” Continuing forward he stepped into the temple.
“Welcome Garmadon, son of the First Spinjitzu Master, I have been waiting for you,” a blue and green ghost appeared before Garmadon. “We have much to discuss.”