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Clouse, as Chen’s right hand man and dedicated to helping his master achieve his goals, knew that the best way to help right now was to find all the elemental masters and find ways for Chen to coax them into coming to the island. To do this, he had gathered all possible material and information on all elemental masters past and present, pouring into them on a messy office desk in his quarters on Chen’s island. He already had a head start on this matter with the elemental master of ice currently locked in the prison on the island and all of Wu’s pupils putting themselves oh so helpfully in the centre of most news reports and crimes against Ninjago. His issue was now trying to find the rest of them.
So far, he had located the master of smoke, shadow, form and mind, along with convincing them to come to the island when they are summoned to do so by Chen. Clouse also knew of the masters of nature, speed, metal, light and poison yet hadn’t quite gotten ahold of them nor found out who they are. Of course there is also Skylor, master of amber and his master’s daughter but he did not have to worry about convincing her to attend this tournament.
But one elemental master caught his eye as he was looking for more that he hadn’t listed yet. He discovered an… elemental master of wind? That couldn’t be right. Clouse had checked over the elemental masters of the elemental alliance more times than he could count. There was no elemental master of wind, just as there was no elemental master of water. The documents contained a person who did not have an elemental power and if Clouse recollected correctly, which he typically did, her name was Maya.
He decided to look into this elemental master more. It appeared as though the last known existence of this master was around 70 years ago, before the elemental alliance and before the serpentine war. That partially explained the wind’s absence in both. This most recent record of the master of wind had him as a student of Wu, one that Wu believed was going to be the green ninja before he wasn’t. After this student found out he wasn’t destined for the great destiny, he left and never returned to Wu’s monastery. From then on, all records of this elemental master were void, there were none, that was rather curious.
Clouse then began to look into what this boy was like, he knew there was a spell for summoning a soul and he had a good enough understanding of alchemy to construct a host from the information stored in a soul. However, making sure you brought the right soul back to this realm was difficult. You needed to specify who you wanted to bring back with things about them, such as their age of death, which was represented by candles in the summoning, items that they had or similar to the items they had an attachment to, things they liked and things they hated.. and all the components of a human body for the alchemy side. As more was uncovered about this elemental master, the more curious yet confused Clouse became. The elemental master’s name was Morro, he stopped being Wu’s student at around the age of 11, he was convinced he would be the green ninja and was going to prove destiny wrong. This young man was going to do that by finding the tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master to prove that he was worthy and somewhere along that journey, he had died.
Clouse wasn’t able to figure out his age when he died, but it should be fine, no one else would fall under the category of elemental master of wind and wanting to be the green ninja. So he gathered what was needed to bring back this supposed elemental master of wind. That included getting ahold of a green gi and pants, a copy of the green ninja prophecy, a large fan, a staff that looked akin to the one Wu used, the exact amount of each material for the average late teenager and seventeen candles for each year this elemental master had lived before he died. Clouse wasn’t certain of Morro’s age but all things considered with how childish of an ambition to ‘prove destiny wrong’, he couldn’t be much older than seventeen when he died.
Clouse located the alchemy runes he required to form the body itself along with the sigil of summoning needed to actually retrieve the soul from whichever departed plane it had been sent to.
He sketched the final rune of the summoning sigil with chalk before sitting back on his knees, observing his handiwork. All candles, possessions, personal items and materials were arranged in their required locations around the floor. He then stood and walked over to the altar his book sat upon, the revival page still present on the displayed pages. Whilst standing behind his altar, Clouse flicked his right wrist, saying a short incarceration as he did that caused the candles around the sigil to flicker to life.
“If I understand this spell correctly, which I typically do, the flames of the candles will change to the colour of the soul being summoned. White for the pure, pink for those who are normal and green for the cursed souls. If the flames burn red, the spell has failed…” Clouse then looked up from his book and studied the sigil one last time before deeming it correct and reaching his right hand out in front of him before reciting the incantation. “⎎⟟⍀⟒ ☌⌰⟒⏃⋔ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏚⎍⍀⋏. ⌰⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⌇⏁⍀⟒⋏☌⏁⊑ ⏚⟒ ☍⋏⍜⍙⋏. ⋔⏃☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ☊⌰⍜☊☍ ⍀⟒⎐⟒⍀⌇⟒. ⏚⍀⟟⋏☌ ⏚⏃☊☍ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⍜⋏☊⟒ ⍙⏃⌇ ⊑⟒⍀⟒.” The flames of the candles began to grow and glow a bright acid green while the elements in the centre of the circle began to form together as bright blue mana flew out from the palm of Clouse’s hand and around the sigil, collecting the different materials around, beginning to form shapes from them. He continued reciting. “⊑⟒⏃⌰ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⊑⏃⌇ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⊑⎍⍀⏁. ☊⊑⏃⋏☌⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎎⏃⏁⟒⌇ ⎅⟒⌇⟟☌⋏. ⌇⏃⎐⟒ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⊑⏃⌇ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⌰⍜⌇⏁. ⏚⍀⟟⋏☌ ⏚⏃☊☍ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⍜⋏☊⟒ ⍙⏃⌇ ⊑⟒⍀⟒. ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⍜⋏☊⟒ ⍙⏃⌇ ⊑⟒⍀⟒.”
As the elements’ shapes began to form the host, the green gi and pants were pulled by the wisps of mana to cover the body before it fully formed. As it finished forming, black hair appearing messily atop the head as a final touch, the mana gathered above the floating body and began to glow green, the same green the flames had turned close to the start of the ritual, before lowering the summoned soul into the host prepared. Once the soul touched the host, the body dropped, a heart began beating and the room went dark with a gust of wind extinguishing the candles around the sigil.
As the newly created body, with the not so new soul bound to it, hit the sigil on the ground, the gates of Garmadon’s monastery slammed closed, startling Lloyd, Garmadon and Misako, but most of all, Wu, after all, he knew that wind.
