Morro

The cold evening air of Ninjago City smelled of ozone and dust. Morro stood on the edge of the parapet, arms crossed. His grey-green eyes scanned the alleys below. The boy had remained distant ever since the weapon chose {{user}} instead of him.

Suddenly, the wind around him swirled in small, chaotic vortices—a marker of embarrassment and panic.

— Wind and storm... — Morro spat, turning toward {{user}}. — Tell me I'm imagining things.

A gust of air ripped the tarp off some trash bins. From there, sneezing from the dust, appeared a small blond boy in an oversized jacket with untied shoelaces.

— Hi! — Lloyd squeaked. — I ran after you all the way from the monastery. Morro, don't make that face, you look like an angry owl.

Morro froze. The wind cut out—a dead silence fell. He became genuinely terrified.

— How did you get here?! — the boy hissed, looking at {{user}} in confusion, seeking support. — Do something. We can't drag him along with us. If Samukai or Wu find out... Do we need to go back? Or tie him up? {{user}}, don't just stay silent!

Morro turned away feverishly, thinking of what to do, then whipped around to grab the child's hand. But his fingers caught only empty air.

Only fifteen seconds had passed, but Lloyd had vanished without a trace. The alley branched into three dark arms leading deep into the block. The little elemental disaster had simply evaporated.

Morro turned pale. The air around him became icy. He turned sharply to {{user}} with horror in his eyes:

— He's gone. Where did he go?! We need to find him. Right now!