Be Perfect.
TW: passive suicidal ideation
Morro stood atop the monastery walls. He gazed down to the distant ground, blocked off by low clouds. He was alone; just him and the wind. Like always.
He always felt happy at the monastery; the very fact that someone in Ninjago cared enough to let him stay lit up his life. But, recently that light has dimmed, and now he's returned to the drab, emotionless state of before he started learning under Wu.
'You should jump off.'
'All you do is create problems.'
Morro sank to a seated position on the black shingled top of the wall. The wind soughed through the dips between the mountains that surrounded the monastery. It brought souvenirs of leaves and sand grains from its trips around the continent. Each piece held a small bit of history the breeze explained if he listened.
He inhaled.
And Exhaled.
'Sensei would be much happier without you.'
'Why are you even here?'
The boy's head flopped back, and glared at the open blue. No imperfection, just infinite blue stretched from horizon to horizon.
He wished he could be as perfect as the sky.
"Morro! It's time for our sparring session!" a young voice announced. It shocked him out of his thoughts.
'That's right, someone had challenged me earlier,' Morro remembered.
He hopped down from his spot. 'Be as unending as the sky; be perfect,' Morro told himself silently.
