There was a time when the wind blew calmly, ruffling the autumn leaves.

There was a time when the wind blew silently, just a mere, faint breeze.

There was a time when the mindful Sensei stood and watched in awe, too shocked to do anything else.

There was a time when he actually cared about nothing but himself.

There was a time when the wind became reckless, stirring up a storm.

There was a time when those around grew tired and didn't want to be there anymore.

There was a time when he set out by himself, his Master watching over a cup of tea.

There was a time where he regretted his fateful choice to leave.

There was a time when he couldn't find the tomb, left alone with his worries.

There was a time when he departed, awakening in unfamiliar territory.

There was a time when the wind was asked to rise up and lead.

There was a time when thousands of ears had never ceased to heed.

There was a time when he was listened to, no longer ignored again.

There was a time when those who resented him, were forced to be his friends.

There was a time when there was an opening, a gateway to new life.

There was a time when he was on a mission, sent to relieve his lifelong strife.

There was a time when he saw fear in the blonde boy's eyes, but foolishly did away with the act.

There was a time when he fought the ninja, in attempt to gain possession over the sacred staff.

There was a time when wind and Sensei met again, settling their unfinished past.

There was a time when the staff rolled across the floor, revealing a secret message that was not intended to last.

There was a time when he suddenly lost control, the ninja of green somehow escaping his hold.

There was a time when he chased after their ship, using his wind in order to pull.

There was a time when they flew off into the night, not expecting his magnificent rise to flight.

There was a time when there was a brief scuffle, escalating into a vengeful fight.

There was a time when death grew near, the Master having to put down his foot.

There was a time when he jumped out the hull, diving through the blackened night sky of soot.

There was a time when he grasped the staff, his newfound power a declaration of the ninja's defeat.

There was a time when he found the parchment scroll, underneath the heroes' very feet.

There was a time when he soared in the air, higher than ever before.

There was a time when he fled the scene, not afraid of failure anymore.

There was a time when his attention was drawn up to the skies.

There was a time when the ninja never knew of their already set demise.

There was a time when the mystical Sword was obtained, though by the wrong side.

There was a time when the green ninja kept fending of wind, reluctant to abide.

There was a time when betrayal took the ninja by utter surprise.

There was a time when retrieval was all that mattered, nothing else to summarize.

There was a time when he made his way to the Sensei of Senseis, the First Spinjitzu Master's tomb.

There was a time when he had to face off against three danger filled rooms.

There was a time when the ninja had caught up, beating him to the crystal first.

There was a time when wind played dirty, his revenge an insatiable thirst.

There was a time when the ninja fooled him, scorching him until it hurt.

There was a time when he reminded them they hadn't seen his worst.

There was a time when the ninja came up with a plan, arriving at Stixx as fast as they could.

There was a time when the ghost finally claimed the precious, green ninja hood.

There was a time when he distracted the blonde for a single, prolonged moment.

There was a time when the Preeminent struck, leaving the broken ninja team in an even greater stage of somnolence.

There was a time when wind stood and gazed, for once satisfied with his work.

There was a time when he felt great sorrow, as if this was not worth the effort.

There was a time when the green one returned, escaping the mouth of the beast.

There was a time when they fought relentlessly, tigers at each other's feet.

There was a time when one gave the order to take out all of the supports.

There was a time when wind screamed his denial, barking at his cohorts.

There was a time when the ghosts ceased to respond, swept up in the colossal wave.

There was a time when the Cursed had died, their spirits no longer required to behave.

There was a time when he had tried to save himself, but failed to do so miserably.

There was a time when his Sensei forgave him, offering him a hand in which was wrinkly.

There was a time when wind found himself dwelling amongst the hopeless, so he handed over the gem no matter the cost.

There was a time when he did not hesitate, embracing the end he found himself caught.

There was a time when all had come full circle, and the ghost was now at rest.

But this time when he woke up, he was greeted by the promise of the best.


Rewatching Possession made me cry, so I wrote a summary of the season in mainly Morro's POV. What did you guys think? Please leave your thoughts in the reviews! They're greatly appreciated! :D NinjaChief547...

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