Way of the Departed

„Ach ja, das ist ja nie passiert ...“

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Way of the Departed ist eine could-be-canon-Geschichte von Tommy Andreasen, die auf Twitter veröffentlicht wurde und wird. Sie spielt zwischen Staffel 7 und Staffel 8. Die deutsche Übersetzung der Kapitel 1 bis 6 kann momentan nur auf der Webseite Keepers of Spinjitzu eingesehen werden. Eine deutsche Nacherzählung der Geschichte mit ergänzenden Erklärungen ist auf dem YouTube-Kanal dieses Wikis einsehbar.

Geschichte (Englisches Original)[]

Kapitel 1[]

It is cold and I am freezing.
I shouldn't be, because I am not alive.
I am in an ice labyrinth. It feels like I have been here before, and it feels like I shouldn't be here.
My friends are with me. They are looking at their reflections in the walls of ice and discuss what they mean. In their reflections they look different. Older and wiser. They wear the robes of sensei. Jay seems ecstatic that his reflection has an eye patch. He thinks it is cool. Then there is a change in his mood and he seems to be hiding something. We haven't been the best of friends lately. I try not to think too much about it.

As I walk up to the ice wall I wonder about my own reflection. I look alive again and it doesn't quite make sense. My hands are glowing bright orange, but what really catches my eye is something on my forehead. A small green scar. I get really close to get a good look, and realize that there is something moving inside it. It starts to glow. I am blinded by light as I stare into an abyss.
My friends and I have seen many strange things and places, but this one takes the cake. Faces float by in a constantly twisting maelstrom of green. They are hard to make out, but some seem familiar to me, and I hear a voice I have not heard in a long time. It is calling my name over and over. It hurts deep inside, so I take a step back from the wall. But my reflection doesn't respond. He just stands there staring coldly back at me. The scar on his forehead starts to convulse. First just a bit but then more violently. And then his entire head splits open. It is unbearable to watch, but I find myself unable to look away. The headless body falls to the ground without a sound, but the scar remains floating in mid air. I try to turn away, but now I can't move. My friends are still chatting, but it seems like their voices are a million miles away. I realize this is the end. The scar keeps growing and is now as big as me. I just stand there, as it leaves the ice wall. It comes at me and consumes me. Everything goes green.

This is when I wake up. It always is. I must have had this dream a hundred times, but I have never told anyone about it. It's my secret and there seems to be a lot of those lately.

I am in my room in our home, an old temple floating a three hundred yards above ground. We don't know why. It just did one day. I suspect Jay and Nya know something about it somehow. The have been really close lately, sometimes playful and clearly in love, but other times they seem bewildered, talk in hushed voices and they seem to be examining the temple grounds. I am happy for them but it's also disturbing. I know something about the Temple of Airjitzu as well; It is still haunted. I could tell the others but it would freak out Jay, so I've kept it to myself. Secrets.

Waking up tonight is different though. My room is bathed in a bright green light. It reminds me of how Lloyd's eyes have started changing after Master Wu went missing. He trains alone so intensely, and he is really connecting with his powers ... whatever it is. He has done well filling in after Master Wu, but the is clearly not comfortable with it.
After a few seconds of trying to find the source of the green light, I realize the source is me. The light comes from me. From the scar on my forehead. And that's not the only thing which is different.
By the window the ghost of Master Yang floats in mid air. I get the feeling he has been watching me for a while. There is an expression of sadness on his face which I haven't seen since that night on top of the temple. The night he intended to curse me, but ended up saving me. I became mortal again and he chose to remain behind as the master of the house ... or tried to save me as I am about to be told.

After an uncomfortable silence I ask him about my glowing scar. His voice quivers as he speaks and the answer cuts me like a knife. "My dear Cole. That's not a scar ... it's a rift. And it will open soon...".

Kapitel 2[]

Cole! Cooole! You're missing training. Hurry up or Lloyd will give us one of his speeches on punctuality, dedication and discipline. I don't wanna listen to one of his speeches on punctuality, dedication and discipline. Coooole!"
The shrill voice of Jay cut through the cold morning air like a scythe. It was often windy and cold at the Temple of Airjitzu. That's one of the drawbacks of living high above the clouds. Another was getting up and down. But there were more advantages than drawbacks: For instance one heck of a view! Real estate agent Patty Keys was constantly sending the ninja pamphlets to persuade them to sell. They weren't going to sell, and they were starting to feel really bad for the mail man who had to make the trip up there several times each months. His job hadn't become easier either. Nya had come up with a system by which they could move the floating island to new locations as they pleased. All it took was some very thick chains and the powerful boosters of the Destiny's Bounty. The sad reality was, that the prospect of a temple with an ever-changing view, just got Patty Keys even more eager ... which meant more work for the mail man and his old pedal propelled bicycle. Cole had considered to reveal that the Temple was still haunted to scare Patty off. But he had decided against it for Jay's sake.
This morning Cole was nowhere to be found. As Jay entered his room, all he found was Cole's neatly made bed, and a note carefully placed on his pillow.

Cole was already far away. He had left before sunrise which is pretty early when you live on a floating mountain. He was on foot and carried only a small bundle with some food and necessities (cake) plus his new weapon of choice: a heavy hammer, which had been given to him by his father Lou. Cole was glad that his father had come to terms with him being a ninja, and the gift of the hammer seemed to be the definite approval from him. Cole had become quite fond of it too. Sure it took some getting used to, and it was A LOT heavier than his old scythe, but it seemed very fitting for a Master of Earth wield a hammer.
But that wasn't exactly what was on Cole's mind as he wandered on. He was still haunted by his dream and what Master Yang had told him.

I am Yang... I used to be known as the Sensei without students. I was very strict about titles back then. Being a Sensei is not something you come by easily, and so others should respect you used to be very strict with my students about such formalities. Now I am but a ghost of my former glory. No longer a Sensei but still the master of the Temple of Airjitzu. It is floating in the sky. For a while I was extremely confused about it, but since the Ninja moved in, I have obtained a few answers. First I asked Cole, but he was as clueless as was. Jay and Nya, on the other hand, seemed to know something. I have been able to eavesdrop on them on several occasions, and I have picked up bit and pieces. Apparently, events involving the notorious djinn pirate king Nadakhan happened and un-happened, and my temple becoming airborne is an anomaly of those events.
So Nadakhan is still out there. I wonder what possibilities that presents. Is there some special way that a djinn can cheat death? Can a djinn really die? I will need to look into that.

I have done terrible things in my pursuit for immortality, acceptance, and glory. My fate, bound forever to this temple is a fitting punishment, and l am at peace with that. I still feel shameful sometimes, and hope that I will one day be able to redeem myself to the students I wronged.
I have just one student now: Cole. We have agreed to keep my presence a secret for the time being. I suspect that old Wu had some suspicion too. Once he stared intensely at my painting in the main dojo for several minutes, then chuckled and winked at it before leaving. But he is gone now, so only Cole knows for sure.

We have discussed at length the nature of our relationship. It is one forged out of necessity; desperately need company. I admit that now. And he still has many questions about his own existence, having been touched by death in several ways himself.
There is another reason too. I finally told him last night.

Before we met, I foolishly experimented with life and death; now I pay the price. After the incident where I used the Yin Blade and brought a curse onto myself, the Temple and my students, I found myself with plenty of time on my hands. I spent those captive years studying curses and the afterlife. And the place I yearn to go most of all, but never can:
The Departed Realm is the most mysterious of all. All of Ninjago's residents who have passed away in the true sense of the word, have gone there. Only a few has ever made it back. Normally, if you can talk about normal when you talk about Realms, travel between them is possible in several ways. But the Departed Realm is different. Incantations, dragons, Realm Crystals, Traveler's Tea or back doors are not enough. To access the Departed Realm you need a rift. But a rift is dangerous, unstable, seems to have a will of it's own and you have to force it open. You can never be sure of the outcome. I worry about Cole.
I don't know what will happen, but I have had much time since the last Day of the Departed to think about it. There are many possibilities but none of them are good. Cole is a pawn in it. I have no doubt that his dream speaks some truth, and if so he will perish. This is tragic enough, but I fear even more is at stake. What will happen if a rift is unchecked? Will it keep expanding? Will it consume Ninjago just as it did Cole in his dream? Will the Departed be able to re-enter Ninjago? If they do, how many will there be of them and what will they be? This is a direct result of my doings on the Day of the Departed. I was starting to feel that there may have been more good than bad that came out of that fateful night: Cole turned mortal again, my students' curse was lifted and my old lonely temple was cleansed and became the home of the Ninja. But now I see that it isn't so.
The rift on Cole's forehead MUST be closed!

Kapitel 3[]

It is night and I am tired. Soon I will need to sleep. Surrendering myself to the dream again scares me. The bonfire in front and me crackles. It should warm me but I feel cold like in the dream. For the hundredths time I question why I went alone. Ninja never leave a ninja behind. Work as a team. Trust your friends. All those lessons Master Wu taught us. Why am I ignoring them? I guess there are some things that you just need to do on your own. Master Wu went alone to confront Acronix at the burned down monastery. Look what that got him. Rapidly aging and ultimately trapped in time. I feel like I have failed him. Why am I here on a quest of my own when Lloyd swore we would not rest until we found him again? We have done a lot of searching, but this is not like finding a lost pair of gloves. Master Wu was lost in time, so this is not just a question of where but also when. It could be impossible. Maybe he is not even here yet or has been and no longer is. We all know it. No one has said it out loud, though I have felt Jay bursting to do so several times. Restraint from Jay, imagine that! I guess we are growing older. He is my search partner. Lloyd split us up in the beginning to widen the search. Two in each search party. Jay and I, Kai and Zane, Nya and Lloyd.
Jay is good company, if you can endure the constant steam of words coming at you. He keeps jabbering on about the secret identity of Samurai X claiming that he's got it all figured out. He must have guessed on everyone in Ninjago by now. Even someone called Ekosan, though he quickly disregarded that theory and then flat out denied having ever said it. One day he almost assaulted the hapless mail man who was just dropping on yet another flyer from Patty Keys. "Admit it! Reveal your secret!", he shouted at him. The poor guy started stuttering something about the obscure practices on how it is decided who gets their portrait on a stamp and who doesn't. In a good/bad cop situation, Jay would definitely be the bad cop. Lloyd saved the mail man that day and apologized. We didn't see him for six weeks after that.
First we hit the Library at Domu. Jay had all these wild theories about time travel, and theorized that if Master Wu had fallen into the past, he would have left a message or a book for us to find there. Fourteen days of intense reading later, we abandoned the book idea. He could have left a message in any way more likely a message on something more durable than paper. Carving on rocks? We then started searching places that held special meaning to him: The monastery where he lived with his brother. The Caves of Despair where Morro had perished. Zane and Kai even hired Ronin to take them to the First Spinjtzu Master's Tomb. But leaving no rock unturned is a better saying than something lived out in real life. Just like "We shall not rest until. . . ."
That's why we returned to the Temple once in a while: to rest. But we were all restless. So rest turned to training instead we found new techniques and opportunities within Spinjitzu. Ray and Maya couldn't be very helpful either. They had created the Time Blades and we still had one of them. But just the one and no plan. Also Lloyd insisted that it was too dangerous to keep around, so Kai and Nya returned it to the Boiling Sea. It will be safe there; only a master of water and fire together can go there.
After reuniting with Kai and Nya, Ray and Maya went on a tour of Ninjago. They probably still are catching up. Kai and Nya went on for so many years not knowing what happened to them. That must have been hard. And now they have to go through the whole thing again but with Master Wu. I am tired of losing people in my life! I hope Ray and Maya are having fun and I hope that Kai and Nya are sti...

It is cold and I am freezing.I shouldn't be, because I am not alive. I am in an ice labyrinth. It feels like I...

I wake with a jerk.Where am I? I stare into a bonfire... oh yes... of course, I must have nodded off for a second. Man that dream is there immediately. It's like a predator stalking me and just waiting for me to let my guard down. I drink some tea and eat a bite of Mrs. Walker's crumb cake that I brought along with me. It doesn't taste very good tonight though. I'm sure that it is more my state of mind's than the cake's fault, but it tastes like ash; still, I wash it down with the tea. Eating cake is like muscle memory to me. It's just something I do to occupy my hands and mouth some times. I love cake but I think it would be healthy for me to cut back. In several ways.

I think about what Master Yang told me. He has told me not to call him master, but it still slips once in a while.
Though he is bound to the temple, he can still reach out into the outside world through former possessions of his. Like that painting on the wall in the museum. He was careful not to get my hopes up too much, but he suggested that I would start my search for answers at a village called Nom. I recognize the name, but I can't quite put my finger on it. We were together when he reached out. It took all of his concentration. It was extra hard because of the distance he told me afterwards. I swear could almost see him sweating. A ghost sweating, that's a contradiction in itself. When I was a ghost I never sweated. I wonder if sweat would have stung. Ghost logic, who can really tell? When he finished he was completely exhausted. He could hardly talk, but said that he had felt a presence in Nom who might be able to shed some light on my situation. I should be able to get there by tomorrow night if I walk all day.
But before that, there is one big obstacle in my way, and it's time I close my eyes to face it.
I take one last sip of tea, throw another log on the fire and scowl myself for not bringing a blanket. I guess planning ahead is not my strong suit. Tonight will be a cold one.
I close my eyes and try to think happy thoughts.
I am 5 years old. I see my father and my mother dancing in the moonlight on the terrace in front of our old house. I have been tucked in, but I've snuck out to watch them. I do that often. My dad is so elegant. When grow up I want to a be a dancer just like him. Why would I want to be anything else in world which so perfect?
. . . It is cold, and I am freezing.

Kapitel 4[]

I have been walking for the entire day.
The walk is proving more difficult than I had imagined. I didn't get too much sleep last night and won't be able to make it all the way to Nom today. That means another night under the sky without a blanket. It started to rain last night, so tonight I will make sure I have shelter.
The sun is setting. There is a forest here, which should provide some cover for me. I walk in just far enough so I can still see edge of the forest and won't get lost. A loud animal shriek shreds the silence. I must have disturbed some animal. I continue in. The fire will keep whatever it was at bay. There are logs fallen over here. Some seem to have been uprooted or cut down as part of a battle, but they are rotting and overgrown so it must have been a while ago. I don't worry about it. I just want to get as warm as I can, eat a bit of crumb cake and ready myself to deal with my dream as much as I can.

One of the alarms has been triggered. It is time to go. My father thinks I am being paranoid, but ever since those strange time disturbances half a year ago, I have been more vigilant. It was the northern forest alarm. Through my spyglass I see a faint glow from near the edge of the forest. It is probably just some traveler, but you can never be too careful. I ask Jerahn to bring my gear.
As I make my way into the forest, I pass a pile of Nindroids. They have been lying here for a long time, and some have started to rust. It's an eye sore. My father really should make sure that they get salvaged. He is the mayor after all. They bring back memories of a different time and remind me that you can never anticipate what the future will bring. But I have to stay focused on the present. There is an outsider in our forest and I cannot take any chances. Silent as a ghost I move in on my target. That is my thing. Stealth and surprise. Though I wear metal armor I move with grace. I become one with the shadows and prepare some smoke pellets. In a second I will reveal myself in a display of mystery and magic. Like a phantom returning to Ninjago from a dead.
I watch from the dark. Only one person hunched over by a fire. An eerie green glow emanates from it's forehead. A being of magic? I cannot make out any features. By its side is a large hammer, but it is a special design and not one of the ones used by the quarry people in the west mountains. I will need to be careful.
My entrance will provoke a reaction in my target, and in a fraction of a second it will reveal what kind of an opponent it will be. Some freeze with fear. Some run away in terror. Nindroids tend to pause for a brief second as they analyse something that doesn't fit with the logic of their programming. That is usually enough time needed to overpower a few of them. Often when reveal myself I won't even have to fight, but I doubt that this will be one of those times. I throw down two smoke pellets hard!

There is a sizzling sound. Instinctively I roll sideways, pick up my hammer and get to my feet in one movement. The entire area gets engulfed in smoke. It is bathed in the green light from my scar. A booming voice commands me.
'Surrender yourself to the Phantom!'. My mind races. Phantom? Does this have anything to do with the rift? Has some henchman of death arrived to claim me?
The apparition breaks through the smoke and I barely parry two swords. Gone again. I am at a disadvantage here. This is not a good place to fight with a heavy hammer. The space is too confined and I am blind in the smoke am attacked again. I block the swords but is kicked backwards. Just as I steady myself I am hit again from the back. The blows aren't that hard. It feels like whatever is in the smoke is trying to disarm me or drive me way, not take me down. It's time to turn the situation around. I drive my hammer hard into the ground. The entire forest shakes. I hammer my fists together hard and build up energy for my spin. The world becomes a blur as I whirl into my Spinjitzu tornado, clearing away the smoke and several of the smaller trees. I come out grab my hammer. This is an arena fit for a fight!
'Cole?!?'. The voice saying my name is filled with disbelief. "I'd heard that you were departed; a ghost . . . gone."

I am speechless. I did not expect this. Not at all. I am standing in front of a friend that I thought had passed away. I have heard conflicting stories about what happened to him, and guess I just assumed the worst. But here he is standing in front of me looking quite alive. don't know what to feel. Surprise, happiness, confusion all roll into one numb lower my swords. He looks back at me puzzled, lowers his hammer and smiles as he speaks. "Nom! Of course that's where I have heard that name before! Hi Seliel! Still doing the Phantom Ninja thing, I see!"

45 minutes later Cole and Seliel arrived in Nom. The walk had given them plenty of time to catch up on the last few years, and it had been a nice and joyous walk. Seliel had been VERY surprised the hear about Nya and her powers of water. Apparently some charlatan called Lar had passed by the village and convinced everyone that HE was the Master of Water. He had even duped a local publisher to release fake stories about his "legendary" battles. Seliel was furious until Cole reminded her, that she herself was a bit of a con artist. If anyone had the right to call himself a Phantom Ninja, it would have been him. At least, until recently.
Cole had neglected to go into any specific details about his scar or his dreams. All he had mentioned, that his Master had sent him on a mission to meet someone in Nom.
Phantom? Cole wondered if the person he was supposed to meet was Seliel. Could the whole "Phantom Ninja" thing have mislead Master Yang to believe that the phantom was an actual ghost who would have some knowledge about the Departed Realm and the rift?
Seliel is chatting on about how well Nom has been doing. She is clearly proud of how her father has turned the village's factories into successful manufacturers of electronics. They are even doing business with Borg Industries now, and it is clear that the village is doing well. I am invited to sleep in the City Hall. Seliel says there is someone she wants me to meet tomorrow.

Kapitel 5[]

The next morning Seliel asks me if I slept well. I lie and say that I did. She gives my a short tour of the town. It has changed a lot since we were last here. Ornate buildings have been built in the style and tradition of the Edo period. It reminds me a lot of the Temple of Airjitzu and the whole village has a lot more charm to it now. It all seems very authentic. When I ask about it Seliel tells me that some of it actually is authentic. It was brought here and restored from some decaying villages several hundred of miles south.
I wonder what Patty Keys would make of this. Probably better keep it a secret, or that poor old mail man will have yet another nail in his coffin. We really should talk to Cyrus Borg and get him to develop something to help him out.
We arrive at a dojo. Seliel proudly presents it as the Phantom Dojo. I guess I don't respond the right way, because she suddenly blushes and start talking about how silly that name is and how she means to change it. Her great inspiration is Nya, how she kept her identity secret and the rumours of a Samurai X cave. I tell her about the new Samurai X, and how no one knows who it is. Big mistake! She is all over me with questions I cannot answer, so I derail the barrage of questions asking to see the inside of the dojo.

Cole seems distracted. I feel foolish about trying to impress him with that stupid name of my dojo, but I think there is something on his mind. And I am also just stalling. That glowing scar on his face. He has been avoiding my questions about it, but it's obvious that it's not natural. That's why want him to meet Jerahn. He is my aide and my sparring partner. He is younger than me, but he seems to have an older soul. He is a bit of an enigma to me but I trust him. He arrived here six months ago. He didn't talk much and seemed bewildered, confused, and aimless. Like someone whose life has just been uprooted and needs to find a new direction. We are a welcoming community, my father insists on it, so we took him in and offered him a home and food in exchange for work. Herenovates buildings for us. He turned out to be more helpful than we could have imagined.
Here he is now! He pauses as he enters the room and stares at Cole like he has seen a ghost. His eyes are filled with wonder. No not wonder. I can't quite read his expression It's not confusion either. There is a bit of surprise somewhere in there. A moment passes. I look over at Cole. There is no particular reaction from him except he smiles politely. Jerahn walks across the room looking long and intensely at Cole's scar. Then shifts his eyes to meet Cole's.
"You look different!" The greeting catches Cole off guard.
"Have we met before? Do know you?" Cole replies.
"We've met before. But we have never been properly introduced. When we last met you punched me in the face." Cole looks completely lost now.
"You didn't know my name then. You called me Chuck."

I feel like I am being hit by my own hammer. Hard! I don't recognize the guy, but I recall the situation.
It is the Night of the Departed I am being held in these special chains that work on ghosts I need to stop Yang and am doing my best to reason with my guard. When that fails I change my approach and persuade him in a different way I have thought about the situation many times since. I say the first thing that pops into my mind. It's not exactly clever.
"I didn't know you had long hair . . . and sorry . . . for punching you and calling you names too, I guess."
His face lights up in a smile. "Are you kidding?!? You freed me . . . us. Look at me! I am whole again. You can call me Chuck all day long if you want to. I owe you!"
I breathe a sigh of relief, but still don't know what to say. After an awkward moment Seliel cuts in. I am grateful for that.
"This is Jerahn. He is our best carpenter. Or at least our most agile. If you need a roof mended Jerahn is your guy. He really knows how to swing a hammer and he knows AIRJITZU!"
Smiling Jerahn looks at the hammer hanging behind my back.
"I guess that makes two of us."
My head is flooding over with questions. So Yang was right! There was a person here who may be able to help. But how was Yang able to reach out to this place? Why did Seliel want us to meet and how did she know that we had a connection? Before I can ask, Seliel asks about my scar again. She looks strict now.
When I try to evade the question, she cuts me off. She wants to know exactly what it is. Jerahn shifts uncomfortably. My mind is racing. Do I come clean? What should I say? I hardly know anything and this is way too personal. We stand there and the tension is unbearable.
Seliel shifts her eyes to Jerahn like she is giving him an unspoken command. Jerahn brushes his pale brown hair away from his face. And there is it is! It has the same shape and placement as mine. But it is not glowing green. It looks more like a real scar. Is it a scar?
"It appeared on me a few days after," he says. "The others got 'em too. They aren't always there though. They appear and disappear. It doesn't hurt when they are there. Only when they come and go. It varies how long they are there too."
I take my eyes off his scar, an look him straight in the eyes.
"Have you had . . . dreams?"
He does not like that question. He looks over at Seliel with fear and guilt in his eyes. He hasn't told her.
"I . . . I need to go. I've got some roofing to do." He stutters and paces out of the dojo.
Seliel does NOT look happy. "I do not appreciate having secrets about strange stigmatas, rogue magic, and communal dreams roaming around in MY town! We are not finished!" She shoots me a scornful look and walks off after Jerahn. I feel pretty bad about myself.
Outside the sun shines warmly. I would enjoy it if didn't feel so guilty. I spot Seliel walking fast between two houses in search of Jerahn. I want to apologize and come clean to her so I start to follow her, but she weaves in and out of narrow alleys and it's not easy to keep up.
Suddenly an arm grabs me and pulls into a doorway. My scar illuminates the darkness in an eerie green glow.
It's Jerahn. He hushes me as he leans out and looks up and down the street.
"There is something else I need to show you!"

Kapitel 6[]

I play around with my powers while I wait and make a sculpture of Cole. It is effortless. I have years of interactions with him stored in my easy access memory banks. He has been gone for two days now. I look at the refractions in his shape. It is a hot day and he will be gone soon. I should not have made that. I detect my emotion readout decline. Two days are not a long time but the circumstances of his departure troubles me. The note he left behind was most perplexing.
She will be here soon. She is always punctual. I look up at the floating island in the sky. That does not compute. I have run countless scenarios but none of them make logical sense. Even with my recent upgrades the numbers just don't add up. I wonder if I would be able to get it right if P.I.X.A.L. was still in my head. I conclude that some factors in this world must be outside the grasp of logic. Like my own power. I have vague memories of how I got them, but there is no logic I can make of that either. Just that it happened.
I see dust in the distance from a car approaching. It lifts my emotion readout a bit. Claire is good to have around. It is nice with an outside perspective on things sometimes.

"Hi Zane! Hot day isn't it?" Claire looks over at the puddle under the unshapely ice block which recently resembled Cole, but she does not comment on it.
"Ready for a bit of housekeeping? I know I am!"
Claire seems to love coming here. Even though her job is the mundane one of cleaning the temple and doing small repairs, she always seems so joyous. She has a history with the temple. Back when it was still haunted by the ghost of Sensei Yang, her father was the caretaker. It had become a tourist attraction back then. He did not do a very good job. Claire has told me that he fully believed in the stories about it being haunted, and he was deathly afraid of it. That is the reason the temple was in such disrepair back then. He would not go near it and mostly tended to the grounds around it. Claire on the other hand is not afraid of anything. She often made her way inside to explore the staircases, studies, corridors, dojo, atelier, and such I suspect she knows the interior lay-out better than we do. She seems very eager today.

"Can we do a sweep of the Temple?!?! Please!!!!"
I was expecting her to say that. I am not comfortable with it. Summoning my elemental dragon has become increasingly difficult these past few months. It takes a much higher level of concentration now. The others have felt it too. I've run simulations on the scenario that it has something to do with Master Wu going missing, but the feedback offers no explanation. Maybe it is another one of those things that cannot be defined within the parameters of logic.
I find myself saying "Yes Claire. A sweep could prove most satisfactory." It contradicts my coding to endanger another being unnecessarily. I shall strain myself to make it safe.

It is very interesting to observe Claire as we take to the skies on my Ice dragon. I focus on the dragon, but it is hard to ignore the pure and unhinged joy she expresses. Our lives have become lives of duty and responsibility. Claire is not burdened by that. I admire and envy her. I find myself enjoying the few sweeps of the temple while Claire waves enthusiastically at Misako feeding the koi in the pond.
As we set down Claire wastes no time. She loves that temple, and the fact that it is now floating and in pristine condition is just another plus for her. She seems to be a bit disappointed that it is no longer haunted though. She chuckles as she talks about how that was the thing that made his father keep his distance. Now that it's not haunted, keeping the grounds shouldn't be a problem for him. Except he is also afraid of heights. It was Lloyd's idea to get some help to take care of the temple. We need to stay focused on our search for Wu. We will soon be leaving again. I guess Jay will need a new search partner. Misako perhaps. She greets Claire with a warm hug.
"Great Wohira this place looks great! Less than a year ago it was a complete mess. An AWESOME complete mess, but look at it now! Dad had his hands full keeping looters away, but with this whole airborne thing you guys've got going I guess you don't have that problem anymore!"
Misako chuckles. "Not at all. Having the best Ninja in all the land and some elemental dragons around also helps!"
We have not told Misako about our fading ability to summon our dragons. The loss of Master Wu has taken its toll on her. She is as driven as any of us to find him. She puts up a brave face, but I can feel her pain. She pins up photos everywhere. Not just of him but also us, our friends and those we care about. Even on the Bounty. I have not observed such behaviour in her before. With loss comes reflection and appreciation of the good things in your past. My processors have no problem finding the logic in that.

"Follow my lead!" Jerahn tells me as his eyes scan over the street, making sure we are unseen. I do not like doing this, betraying Seliel's hospitality. But after all, this is the reason why Yang sent me here, so I hide away my guilt for later.
He scans the street to make sure the coast is clear, and then he Airjitzus to the roof of one of the tallest buildings. I follow. When I join him, he is already removing some wooden boards from the side of the wall.
I did not come by this place by chance. I was following a lead. His voice is intense. "Come inside. No one knows this room exists."
It is dark inside. Only the light of the rift on my head illuminates the room. I see that Jerahn has a reason to be secretive. The place is filled with ornate artefacts, vases, weapons, idols and paintings. He turns to me and looks me straight in the eyes.
All this stuff is authentic Edo period. "Those villages where the building materials and this stuff comes from. They were old but they were in fine shape. They were abandoned. No one knows why, when and what happened to the people who lived there. They just left or were taken. No one knows!" Jerahn swallows hard. "And that's not all. There is not only stuff here from those towns. There is something else. Something made years ago. Back when I was still a ghost." He points to the corner of the room. And there, bathed in the light of my rift is a portrait of Master Yang.

Kapitel 7[]

It makes sense now. At least that nonsensical and elusive ghost sense that I've gotten used to dealing with. Here is a painting of Master Yang looking back at me. It is different from the one at the museum and the ones still hanging in our temple. This one is more crudely painted.
"Master Yang did not just teach us Airiitzu," Jerahn says, "it was a whole philosophy. A lot of pieces that needed to fit together. Patience, focus, meditation and such; Master Yang combined the lessons in various different ways. In the earlier hours on end painting him while he was in some meditative trance. In the beginning I found the whole thing stupid and vain on his part."
Jerahn has a guilty look on his face saying that.
"But eventually I got it. He was teaching us tolerance, focus and patience. Realizing that, the obstacle moved out of the way, and my path to Airjitzu became much easier."
I ask him about how the painting got here. He shrugs.
"We saw a LOT of lootings during our time as ghosts in the temple. Thieves would come at any time during the day or night. You got those guys to please. You know all too well what happens. Some thieves made it with some of those Edo period artifacts they came for though. I guess that's how the painting ended up here." He laughs.
"Someone must have thought my strokes were authentic Edo period artwork. Can you believe that?!? I think I should feel proud."
I am transfixed on Master Yang's stern look on the painting. So that's one question answered: that's how he could reach out to this place and knew where I should go. But the answer just opens up new ones. First one that comes to mind is about Jerahn's dream. He seems almost relieved by my question. I have been holding it for too long. When he started to tell me, it sent to shiver down my spine.
"It's cold. It's almost like I'm dead. I am in some Ice labyrinth. I know it's just a dream because I am with you guys. The Ninja I mean. And since I do not know you guys and I am in a place which I do not know, I figure that it's just a dream. Still it feels pretty real though. You guys are staring at the ice, so I figure that I should do that too. But I get distracted by a voice. It's a young voice filled with determination, but also conflict and pain. I do not know who he is talking to and sometimes it even seems like he is arguing with himself in two different voices. I found my way around the ice wall to check it out. It's the green ninja . . . but his voice sounds like it comes from a different place and he looks pale. He shakes his head violently, put on his cowl and gets out his weapons. I see you on the other side of the ice. He lunges at you, slashes the ice and cleaves your head in two . . . I am paralyzed. Your scar hangs in mid air convulsing. It's the big green glow of light that wakes me up."
I look at it like it can offer some explanation.
I look back at the painting and decide to play my cards close to the chest. This is getting complicated and I am not as smart as Zane. Jerahn and I both have secrets. We are both here because of Seliel and Nom's kindness, but we are not being honest. Can we be honest? What is going on here in Nom? The town is being mended using materials from Edo period cities. Cities whose houses are being re-purposed because they were uninhabited. People have gone missing, and now this place is being ornamented by their cities' remains. Does Seliel know about that? Does her father? He is the greatest after all! This is getting too complicated and I need time to think. As if reading my mind Jerahn continues.
"You know how I found out about those cities, some of the others, some students, some of whose homes, and their families are missing. I'm here decorating Nom with THEIR homes . . . how messed up is that?!?! I have been talking—"
"JERAHN!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!!!" Seliel's irate call echoes from below. Jerahn looks to me as if I can offer some advice. "You can not avoid her for long. Go meet her and say we will all talk tonight, and tell her to bring her father too. I will have a look at this stuff and board up. Don't worry about it." Jerahn gives me a grateful nod and exits.

I am alone again, but I know I won't be for long. Staring into the eyes of the painting brings me to a dreamlike trance that I have experience only once before. Master Yang starts to move and it's time to get some answers.
It is odd to see him animate in the picture. It seems like it can not be removed to Jerahn's brush strokes, and the situation becomes somewhat awkward. He finally gets comfortable or just ignores it. Then he focuses his attention on me. "Cole my boy . . . I am . . . glad that you have found this painting and that we have this opportunity to talk." I looked at the rift on my head, I quickly fill it in. As I talk about Jerahn his spirit seems uplifted, but as I get to the Edo he was towns he looks shocked. But when he does, it is with great concern and seriousness.
"The Edo period was a time to know for great magic. The Edo magic was practiced by many sorcerers in the southern parts of Ninjago. Most used it for good, but the magic was not safe. It was unpredictable and disruptive. Easy to use but not hard to get wrong. I do not know much about since it was mostly lost. I did some studying on the subject when first moved into the temple, but not many texts existed. I did find out that Edo is ancient ninjargan for earth. Edo magic drew upon the power of the earth. The Edo Sorcerers needed to draw up and focus the power. That is the origin of the Edo era villages. Their towers and spiers, just like the Temple of Airjitzu, were designed to channel and concentrate the power of the earth so the sorcerers had easy access to it and could draw upon it when they needed to. But as I said Edo magic often produced unpredictable results. It wiped itself and its users out. But now it seems that Nom is bringing all of these Edo relics here. An enormous amount of Edo power will build up. Who can be behind this?" Master Yang silences.

Sorcerer? I know only one sorcerer. The last time I saw him I was still a ghost and so was he. On the Dark Island.

Kapitel 8[]

I need to be patient. It has become my cursed mantra during my residency here. I have been patient all of my life so why should death be any different for me? I have spent most of my life as a follower. In death I have attempted to come into my own. I knew what remained of me had limited time in Ninjago so I had to seek new battlegrounds. My Realm of Shadows endeavor was not exactly a success. The Ninja managed to bring the Dragon of Light before me. Later I failed to acquire the Teapot of Tyrahn in time and left for the Dark Island. But even there the Ninja thwarted my plans, or rather my old rival's brother thwarted me with his father's golden hulk of an atrocity. I hate light; it seems to be my bane. Even Garmadon had embraced the light and become a goody-two-shoes when I cheated on the Cursed Realm. I should have know better. Even when he was younger he was a cheat. Using Spinjutzu to rob me of my rightful title of Lord. Dishonorable!
I escaped and now I am here. Being patient King of my own Realm . . . Sitting on a throne made from the bones of dead men. King of the Underworld.
This place was ripe for a take over. These plain Skullkin are sheep with no direction. They are broken warriors disgraced in battle without redemption or honor. They are creatures with no aspiration and direction and yearn to be governed and be shown a way. And do I have plans of them! But for now I must remain patient. The plan is nearing its conclusion: the Elemental Master in my employ has played its part for now. It will be a matter of time before my hapless pawn in Nom finishes his misguided vanity project. The boy with the rift has been lured into place, and soon when enough Edo power has built up, I will rip open that rift and put my prisoners and my undead warriors to good use Patience. . . .

"Clouse?" Yang ponders. I have just told him everything about our previous encounters with the sorcerer. "I know about Chen. I did invite him back on the Day of the Departed." I look ashamed saying that, but I never had an associate who was a sorcerer. And an Edo Sorcerer at that. I guess some of the more stable incantations were documented in that book of his. "You were wise to burn it. He is a ghost now, but he can still do magic." I tell him. "On the Dark Island he has used dark matter to strengthen his magic. But Master Wu stopped him. We saw him pulled through some vortex and we have no idea what happened to him. Do you really think this can have something to do with him?" I ask though I kind of know what the reply will be. "We must assume the worst. I will not find him in this realm though at least yet Ghosts can only sustain themselves for so long in Ninjago without being attached to a physical vessel, but you know this is still an Edo Sorcerer out there somewhere is indeed troubling. I must ponder this." It looks like it's about to withdraw from the painting, but I stop him. I need to know about Jerahn's dream.
"It is not clear yet." He shakes his head. "But there are three things you, Jerahn and Morro have in common. You have been touched by death, and each of you in your own way have been cursed. You have been freed from theirs. Maybe you should take some hope and consolation in that I remind him that Morro had to be completely free himself of his." Sensei Yang looks as troubled as I do. He fades.

I board up the secret room as I think hard about what Yang just told me, and how much of this I need to share with Seliel and her dad. I am in two minds about how much I can trust them. My mind is racing with connections. Me, Jerahn, Morro even Clouse? We have all been ghosts. And then there is the whole Edo, earth, rift, buildings, and me connection. Is the rift on my forehead opening because I, Master of Earth, have been around buildings which draw on the Edo power? Here I am in a new Edo hotspot of Ninjago! Maybe I should just get far away from here and the Temple of Airjitzu. That, all of a sudden, seems like a very compelling solution to try out. But then I think of Jerahn, the students, their neighbors and families who may need help. Ninja never leaves a ninja behind. I remember that much. Master I make my way down the building discreetly. As I walk though the town I hear a very familiar voice from a nearby window. My father and his Royal Blacksmiths are singing "Revenge will be Mine" from a radio while an old woman cleaning dishes hums along. It became quite a hit after the Stone Warriors attacked on the Day of the Departed. Gayle Gossip and her news crew were broadcasting from the concert, and because of the exposure and reruns the event got in the days after, my dad and his band decided to re-release the song. It was never a big hit, but now it's really taken off. Be nice to see him happy again. Like real happiness. Money is not the answer, but maybe if they make a nice profit off it, I can really relax a bit and find some new creative spark. What do you think? I think of Jay and how cheerful it seems. I've been born in a junk yard and have poor parents so I guess I've been trying to convince me that with Lightning Powers eat Lightning Foresight. "Today a letter will arrive! A letter that will grant a great fortune! The Lightning Foresight has sparked the knowledge in my mind!" I have dramatically proclaimed a number of times and then I have almost overpowered the mail-man to get the mail yelling "WHY ARE YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME!!! HAND IT OVER ALREADY!!!" . . . Poor mail-man. But back to the issue a hand: What do I tell Seliel and her father?!?! I guess I have a few hours to work it out. Like a threat to me now. Like an enemy waiting to strike The rift on my head hurts and I hear the voice from the dream call my name again I convince myself that I just imagine it, but it seems all too real I recognize the voice, but it's not the tender voice from my childhood anymore. It's filled with sorrow and desperation The kind of tone you speak to one who is beyond your reach.

As Cole walks down the street, a pair of eyes watch him. Or rather, an empty pair of eye-sockets on a creature that has been promised by its new King soon to be whole again. . . .

Kapitel 9[]

The Skullkin watching Cole fights the urge to attack. It recognizes him from previous encounters, and what little remains of his soul holds a grudge. But it has specific orders from the King to only observe and report. The promise to soon become something more echoes in its mostly empty skull. The faint memory, regret and embarrassment of his cowardice from back when he was still a human is ever present. The King has promised to take that away. For all of them. "Soon this torment that you have lasted for so long will go away." The new King has promised. I have told them to be patient.

I feel like I am being watched, but I brush it off. I need to clear my head before the face Seliel and her father. Some tea will help.

The young girl who pours my tea in the darkened tea room studies my scar curiously but asks no questions. I dig deep for some guidance. As I run through Master Wu's lessons, I feel equal measures of gratitude, sorrow and encouragement. We learned so much from him, but there was always more than he told us. Like some truth we were not ready for. When I was three years old, my mother told me that the moon was made of green cheese. That seemed like a pretty good explanation at the time, and I trusted her completely. When I was six a history teacher in school told me that the storm god Wohira created the moon. She crystallized a bolt of lightning and raised it far above Ninjago to light our way in the dark. I was dumbstruck. Why had mother lied to me? It took me a few minutes before I realized that she had not. She had just given me the truth that would make most sense for me at the time. The idea of a god like being would have felt my childlike mind in a spiraling loop of confusion. A few days later another teacher told me that the moon was a giant cold rock, thousands of miles away, suspended in an infinite void of airless darkness. Did they lie to me intentionally or were they just offering options to make up my own mind about something which no-one has a definite answer to? The tea warms me realize that my mind has wandered off topic. I am supposed to figure out what to tell the greatest later today.

I dig for a lesson from Master Wu again. I wonder what he thinks of the moon. Did his father, the First Spinjitzu Master create it? Does he know for sure? What other truths have you been keeping from us?

It's embarrassing. It's happened several times now. I am surprised none of the others have noticed it yet. It's not easy to maintain your dignity, giving out instructions when your voice suddenly betrays you. The whole situation is weird to me. Here I am, youngest of the ninja, fighting to keep my confidence and show leadership. And then my voice starts to break. I know my mother has noticed. She keeps reassuring me that I am doing a great job as Sensei, but I guess that's just what moms do, Tell you what you need to hear at the time. I guess something is working though. The others have definitely developed their Spinjitzu skills over the fast few months. Searching for Master Wu rather than fighting an enemy has presented us with some new opportunities and given us a different routine. We are less distracted by events beyond our control, and more focused at the task at hand. Even though I am really connecting with my powers, my ability to summon my elemental dragon is fading. My eyes are changing and now my voice is changing too. I am getting stronger and weaker. Puberty or something greater? I check to see if the coast is clear. It's great to have Claire around, but it's also clear to me that she is more eager to explore the temple than she is to clean it. Hiring her was my idea and I do not regret that, I just need to be more careful now. I found the Book of Spinjitzu in my room shortly after Master Wu got lost in time. I was only very lightly concealed, so it is clear that I have been intended to find it. When I first opened it, there were several blank pages, but as I entered the book my power connected with it, and texts appeared. Text written by Master Wu, but not with his normal delicate penmanship. This was written by a trembling hand.

I am in a weakened state as I write you this nephew. Having been struck by Acronix's time punch, I am rapidly aging I will fall in time as any warrior will and I feel my remaining time in Ninjago is short.

You will be the one to carry on the lessons of Spinjitzu. These words are meant for your eyes only. May your power guide to the greater truth.

As leafed through the pages more texts and even drawings appeared. I have read the whole book from cover to cover as dozen times over now. Each time there seems to be something new, or something I somehow missed. It's like the book will only reveal certain passages when you need it I wonder what new knowledge it holds for me today.

The Elemental Masters have long been the guardians of Ninjago. Millennia ago, my father kissed his ancestors with the power of all of the elements. Is this something he told me, or something I dreamed up myself? It's blurry sometimes. Many times and for many generations have they joined together in the defense of Ninjago. 40 years ago, your father and myself led the alliance of the Elemental Masters. It was Ninjago's last stand against Master Chen, his dark sorcerer Clouse and the Serpentine. Chen fooled us all into playing his game of war. He cleverly used manipulation, deception, dark magic and the hypnotic powers of the snakes to turn Elemental Masters against each others. But we won! Or so we thought Shortly after our victory we faced a new enemy . . . two of our own: Krux and Acronix, The Hands of Time. It is just now, aging in bed, that have put the full puzzle together. Master Chen, when he realized his defeat was imminent, had Clouse use dark magic to motivate an idea in Krux and Acronix; That their elemental powers were superior, and that they could win the fight Chen had just lost. I have let them know of a secret nest of eggs from the Great Devourer. After 40 years of preparation they put the eggs to evil use: The Vermillion. You know the rest.

The greater truth. Those words stick in my mind. Cole used the same words in the letter he left behind. What is he up to?

Kapitel 10[]

I take a good look at Nom as I make my way to the city hall. Sounds of hammering echo though the streets. Dozen of carpenters are working on mending the buildings. The towers and their metal ornaments gleam in the setting sunlight, but knowing what I know now, Iget an eerie feeling like nails are being hammered into a coffin.

Jerahn, Seliel and her father waiting for me I step into the city hall. The atmosphere is tense, but the Mayor still insists on certain formalities, greeting me warmly and thanks again for the help during the Nindroid crisis. Jerahn shifts uncomfortably and impatiently. Seliel is stone-faced. It is not clear how much you have told her father, but he certainly knows something. I'm trying hard to look at my scar (rift) which does not feel natural. I know everything except exactly how I got all of this information. Seliel is concerned about "rogue magic" and to mention a conversation with a ghost on a painting would not help. I do everything I can to incriminate Jerahn as little as possible, and I talk to them through it, I seem relieved. I am trying hard to read his reactions. How much of this is new to him and what does he actually know I try to be as diplomatic as possible, but it is obvious that he takes some of it as an accusation. Also it seems that it has been completely oblivious to the fact that the Edo was abandoned under suspicious circumstances, but I let it finish before I erupted. "WHAT IS THIS!?! DO I LOOK LIKE A CROOK!?! I am the MAYOR of this fine town. I have RESPONSIBILITIES! The BOARD OF COMMERCE expect this town to become a CITY TO PROSPER and GROW! Our dealings with Borg Industries are not enough! We DO NOT need an image of INDUSTRY! We need CHARM . . . to DISTINCT PROFILE AUTHENTICITY! We need TOURISM!" He breathes hard as he have finishes his tirade. Then He deflates. He feels like man who has been under too much stress for too long, and has been led to do things he has not been completely confident with. Seliel and Jerahn look surprised as he changes from anger to fatigue.

"I should have never trusted that man. Why did I trust such a strange man?" He mutters to himself. "What man, father? Seliel asks."

The Mayor sighs deeply "I had come by here 5 months ago I have not seen him before or since I have claimed these old plots of land with abandoned decaying villages on them; their houses' value, their historic significance and their precious rare metal ornamentation. I had wanted to make sure they would not wither and be lost to time. I had given the claims and a map for nothing I only had to promise I would honor his wishes and preserve the buildings. He had been going to leave for a while I had to ask him several times if I had understood his proposal right. He seemed sincere but he spoke in a very strange and broken accent. When he was going he said Metalonia."

I feel like I am being hit by my own hammer again. What did I did look like? I ask. But I already know the answer to that.

"Strange. He looked strange He had these big metal hands, beard and wore a heavy helmet." A big man, Seliel can tell that I am shaken. I was expecting that it was Clouse who had somehow found a way to fool the Mayor. But Karlof?!?! He is our friend now. Last time saw him, Jay and I had just freed him and the blacksmiths from Krux and Acronix's swamp facility. Jay complained for days about being so sore from his big iron grip hug. Why would he have turned. Why would I have been involved in this? I tell them about Karlof. The Mayor has been duped and I have no reservation to trust him now. I have my help. This whole town does. Suddenly the Greater panics. I need to stop this. I need to have bolts past me out of the city hall. Seconds after there is turmoil in the street. We follow. The Mayor is screaming at the carpenters to stop their work. People are peeking out of their houses and start gathering in the street. Several noble looking men, the board of commerce, I assume, march at the Major. The carpenters start to climb down from the buildings.

From the edge of town, the Skullkin lookout swallows hard. Or whatever makes it up for swallowing hard in to Skullkin. The new King will not like this. No one notices the rattling of bones as it departs and makes its way into the forest where a grotesque skull-like vehicle on huge wheels awaits. As it reaches maximum speed, to blinding purple flash ejects it from Ninjago for its travel the realm known as the Underworld.

Things are heating up inside the city hall. The board of commerce demands to know what is going on and why the Mayor has halted the construction. Apparently some distinguished delegates and potential investors will arrive in a few short days. They want the buildings to be completed so the town will look its best. Seliel signals me and Jerahn and we slip away. I feel bad for the Mayor. I have never understood politics and even the governments of Ninjago are unclear to me. Seliel is still pretty intense, but now her focus is directed at the bigger picture.

She looks up at the Edo Towers where the last bit of sunlight has given away to darkness and the rising moon. She sighs. We fill in with EVERYTHING details of the dreams Master Yang's painting, Jerahn's past, Karlof and Clouse. If Clouse is behind this, I've had at least one big advantage. When I've been trying to escape from the Dark Island and I've escaped through the vortex, we've had no idea where I've escaped to. And I've obviously had both time and resources to plan this out. We have no idea what we are up against. The missing Edo-villagers worries me. We have seen Clouse use dark magic to turn people against each other before. Is this what has happened to Karlof? It's a dreadful thought, but I kind of hope so. The thought that he would turn against us by his own free will is worse.

In the Underworld a grotesque skull-like vehicle arrives in a purple flash.

Kapitel 11[]

I will soon be dreaming the dream again. I am sleeping, but my awake thoughts keep popping in. It is not exactly easy falling asleep knowing what I know now. I have to sleep with a blindfold tonight. The light from the rift illuminates the room too much. Also, my dream has changed. I have an external view of myself this time, like I am a floating spirit watching. I cannot move and just watch as Morro breaks through the ice and cleaves my head. My headless body drops to the ground and the rift hangs in mid air convulsing. Morro doesn't seem surprised. This was the expected outcome for him. He stares deep into the Departed Realm, then slowly raises his arm and reaches in. In a bright green flash he is violently pushed back. Inside the Rift the faces float by in the twisting maelstrom of green. Morro's voice has a hollow pained feel as he snaps angrily at them.
"Why do you fight it? Why are you so complacent? You could be free like I am! Just pass through and hook on to something! Be free! What's so good about where you are now?"
There is something truly desperate about Morro's voice. It dawns on me, that he is not really angry that the ones in the Departed Realm won't accept him. He advances on the rift again...

The Skullkin crashes through the wall. The clacking of bone echoes through the Underworld and the other Skullkin cower as bones scatter across the blackened floor. The sickly green ghostly glow from the Edo sorcerer who has risen from his throne mixes with the blue vapors emitting from his clenched hands.
"WORK IN NOM HAS STOPPED?!? WHY?!? SPEAK!"

The awkward silence that followed seemed to last forever. The Skullkin skull found it immensely hard to speak having been separated 20 feet from its lower jaw. It wasn't until another Skullkin nervously fumbling managed to put the jaw back in its place, that the silence was broken.
"Please exalted SkullKing of the Underworld. I am just a messenger. Bu... bu... bu... but it would seem that the Mayor knows there is some fishy going on. Maybe he has figured out the true purpose of the structures. I think he..."
Another blue blast sent the skull flying across the plateau. Baby bone spiders fled into cracks in the ground, as it settled dangerously close to the edge, a steep drop with red hot lava bubbling below. The Skullkin would have swallowed hard had it still had a throat.
"Have I asked you to THINK?!? How can I rule Ninjago if there isn't enough Edo power to liberate me from this wretched place?!?" Clouse fumed, then regained his composure. His piercing eyes scanned the legion of Skullkin which stood paralyzed by fear before him. Had he revealed too much? No! These warriors had long ago given up their ability to question authority. Clouse had spent some of his younger years studying the great battles of the past. Samukai had been a mighty warlord early in his career, but he had quickly lost his way in his greedy conquest for riches, land and power. Yet there were no records of desertions or mutinies despite all the atrocities he and his merciless armies caused. Clouse respected that. A great leader should inspire blind loyalty and fear in his followers. And have the resolve to do ANYTHING to carry the ambition forward.

Kapitel 12[]

Earlier that morning... I took at the morning sun rising above the steep cliffs. Its rays break through the thick mist. My head hurts inside. I look down at my reflection in the puddle again. The water is muddy and it is hard to make out. It is like my brain. Ever since I fought in Chen's tournament, my thoughts have been hazy. I don't recognize myself. The wind ripples the water and I can only make out small parts of my reflection at a time. It looks like I am drifting the puddle. They look heavy but they don't feel heavy. When I speak, the words that come from my mouth sound crude and primitive. My voice is deep and echoes in my skull. I don't feel like myself. I am surrounded by Skulkin. I would not normally be around such creatures. There are around 20 of them. They call me The Warden and seem to believe I am the leader of this camp. There are a lot of people in cages here. I don't remember how or why there came here or why they are captive, but if I am. the warden, it must be my responsibility to keep them here. The reflection in the puddle stares back at me.

The water is muddy and it is hard to make out. It is like my brain. Ever since I fought in Chen's tournament my thoughts have been hazy. I don't recognize myself. I look up at the morning sun rising above the steep cliffs. Its rays break through the thick mist. My head hurts inside. If only I could remember a little better.....

I hush... immediately Jerahn asks what's up. We have some sort of connection now. My scar hurts when we communicate. It helps me speak my thoughts out loud when we 'talk', but right now I need to be quiet. I just heard a rattling sound from somewhere. It is hard to be sure what direction it came from with all the steep cliff sides ricocheting the sounds back and forth. I have been watching the camp crudely made of bamboo cages for an hour now, trying to figure out some game plan. There seems to be just the one way in. This is where all the people have gone. The people from my village are most likely here too. Jerahn keeps calling my name in my head but I block him out. I need to focus and dodge behind a rock. Two skeletons in armour and armed to the teeth walk in from behind. They look very alert. I have heard of Skullkin before and there has been some sightings these last few years, but I always thought they were just a myth. Yet here they are. They speak in guttural croaking voices which chill my bones. "I'm sure I heard something ... Keep your eyes peeled!" "Err... I don't have any eyes! And how does 'keeping my eyes peeled' help if we are looking for a sound? You can't see a sound! What would it look like?" "No you Craniac! ... I mean SOMETHING must have made that sound. Sounded like talking." "But how can a Something talk? And why would a Something talk to itself. Maybe we are looking for two Somethings then!" "... Shut up!!! Keep looking" The two Skullkin are getting too close for comfort. There is nowhere to retreat to except between the cliffs. Right into the camp. It's a risk, but one I need to take. I was going to watch for a little while longer, and then make my move at nightfall. But now I have to improvise. It feels like I am walking right into a trap. There are other Skullkin guards here. Not too many, but more than I can take on. As much as I hate what Yang did to us, at least the first two years at the temple of Airjitzu taught me patience. Maybe I can take them down one by one. The camp is completely boxed in by the tall cliff sides. If I get spotted, I doubt I will even be able to Airjitzu my way out of here. This 'mission' has changed from being a stake-out mission, to a survival-and maybe even rescue-mission in just a few minutes. I step around some puddles and keep out of sight. Two Skullkin are arguing loudly over a game of dice. Judging from these two and the two guards by the entrance, they aren't too smart. That's good! Maybe a clever distraction might do? I sneak closer to the cages. I do not let the prisoners see me. There are many. I don't know how many, but I guess at least three hundred. They look unhappy and dirty but well fed. This surprises me. Some of them have been missing for more than four months now. It does not seem natural for these Skullkin captors to care that much about these people or even food. I wonder what their purpose is? There seems to be more to it than keeping them. One special cage catches my eye. It is small and built differently from the others. I spot my fellow students from the Temple of Airjitzu ... four of them. If I can get them out, we may have a fighting chance against the Skullkin guards! This was now officially a rescue mission!

I am blasted backwards and slam against a rock wall hard. Everything turns purple. My head spins from the blow and I struggle to focus my eyes, Right in front of me, a bizarre truck made from bone has appeared out of nowhere. Or rather it has arrived through a swirling purple blow of sparkles. Everything is a blur, but I make out a Skullkin which exits the vehicle as others gather around it. They speak briefly and one of the others run off only to return moments later with a large man clad in metal and with huge hands ... probably the leader of the camp. My eye sight is starting to become less blurry. He is handed a letter that he handles clumsily. It looks like he is just about to read it, but then look directly at me and yell. I get on my feet, but the Skullkin are already all over me. I manage to knock a few over and buy myself a few seconds. Others attack and I dodge. Fighting is not an option. There are too many. Another dodge. I run towards the cage with the Airjitzu students. If I manage to free them, fighting may still be an option. But the big guy has blocked my path to the cage. My friends have seen me now and call out to me. The big guy charge, but I Airjitzu over him and he shatters two or three of the Skullkin that were on my tail ... things are looking up! But as I reach the cage my heart drops. There is no way I will be able to break the thick bamboo walls or massive lock. I tell my friends to retreat into the cage. I can't break it, but I know who can! The big guy comes at me again. I roll out of the way and his huge metal fist misses my head by an inch. No sound of breaking bamboo. A high-pitched, pained cry. I get on my feet. The cage is intact. My attacker is rubbing his hand in pain. I am surrounded. I look up ... Steep rock walls. Airjitzu isn't flight. No way will I be able to escape. The fist comes at me again ... It feels warm as it connects with my chin ... not quite as hard as I expected ... I have failed you, Jehran ... Another blow connects ... Blackness

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This day has been ... interesting. This is my third day in Nom. Nothing much has happened really. I have spent most of the day trying to calm Jerahn down. To snap him out of his sobbing over losing his connection to Alyce, I took him for a hike in the outskirts and forests around the town. If something will go down, I want to know what I am dealing with and from which way we may get ambushed. It's all speculation at this point, but if Clouse and Karloff is in cahoots, I doubt that they are alone on it. There's got to be some sort of army behind them. The bad news is, that Nom can be attacked from anywhere. Hills to the south, forests to the north and east and barren rock landscapes to the west. I should call the others but I don't. My scar (rift) is starting to hurt a lot worse now. I have a gateway to the Departed Realm on my face! What will happen if it rips open? I cannot put my friends in that kind of jeopardy. If I warn them, they will come running to help. They always do, so I won't take that risk. When I get the chance I will speak with Master Yang again and tell him everything I know. Then, if I fail the people of Nom, he can reveal himself and tell them everything. Its the best I can come up with right now. We were joined by Seliel and engaged in a pretty intense sparring session. Again dual purposes. I wanted to see what Jerahn was worth in a fight, and it would get his mind off Alyce and wear him down. Both Seliel and Jerahn are very capable. Jerahn has Airjitzu on his side. He tried to teach it to Seliel, but either he is a lousy teacher, or she doesn't have the knack for it. She has her own tricks though and caught me off guard several time ... Packs a punch too if she manages to blind side you. During a break she updated me on the situation at city hall. Her father cannot stall the board of commerce any longer. The foreign investors have sent a message that they will arrive in two days. Work on the buildings will commence again tomorrow morning and the completion will take less than a day. I consider taking my hammer to them during the night, but I do not share this idea with Seliel. After another sparring session Jerahn excuses himself. He is completely worn down and quite frankly so am I. I can't even get myself to Airjitzu up the building to Yang's painting in the secret room. Seliel is as concerned as I am about some imminent attack. She has a lot of bad memories from the Nindroid crisis days, and she wants to do everything she can to protect the town. We return to the woods to set up traps and early warning alarms, but really there is no way to guard ourselves against all scenarios. With ghostly Clouse, any plot is possible. What says they will come on the ground, or if whatever army he has can even be stopped by physical objects? My scar (rift) hurts, my body hurts from the sparring and my head hurts from too much thinking. When I finally law down, my head hardly hits the pillow before I fall asleep ... here comes the dream again...

WAKE UP COLE!!! The command is hard and unforgiving. I jump to my feet and try to focus. I recognize the place, but this is not where I fell asleep. Before me a Ferris wheel rotates lazily, but there is nothing cheerful about this place. It is an eerie dark with falls of lava feeding the bubbling rivers of magma below. I am in the Underworld! This is where we first faced Lord Garmadon and performed the Tornado of Creation. Looking up at it now, the outcome isn't exactly any kind of impressive. A Ferris wheel? I guess we were just younger and less experienced then. Still it was pretty good at the time. We had our elemental weapons back then. Except for the Sword of Fire. I believe Wu had it. But at least it was close. I doubt we would have been able to pull off the Tornado of Creation without the actual weapons the First Spinjitzu Master used to create Ninjago. "I have been looking forward to meeting you again" I turn to face Clouse. I know his voice well. I should be surprised but somehow I am not. He stands in front of me with his hands behind his back. He has that ghostly glow around him he did when we saw him on the Stixx surveillance photo, and later when we faced off against him on the Dark Island. He somehow made it out of the Cursed Realm before it's destruction, and he made his escape when Wu fought hum in his father's golden mech. I guess this is where he went. Clous stares at me coldly. He seems mildly annoyed that I do not have some bigger reaction. I am weirded out but this, but I try to act cool. This is nothing but a dream. It's gotta be. '"You know we made that Ferris wheel? We should be charging you rent. And given that you are definitely saving because of the natural heating of this place, you should be able to afford it. Or do you need Chen to give you some allowance? Anyway ... can we get this dream over with? I have stuff to do." Clouse is fuming. All the better. Let's get to the point. "THIS IS NO DREAM INSOLENT FOOL! This is the power of Edo magic. I have brought your feeble mind here. I..." "It seems like a dream." He is just about to speak, but I cut in again. "Why are you in the Underworld? Are you playing with Skullkin now? Did you choose to go here yourself? Why would you ...?" Clouse's eyes glow blue as his palms light up blue. I am hit by a shock wave and sent flying. Ow! I pick myself up. That actually hurt. Maybe this isn't all fun and games anyway. Clouse shoots me a sinister smile knowing he has made his point and has my attention. "To answer tour question: No. I am not here of my own choosing. I ended up here after you meddled in my affairs on the Dark Island. But I will not be here for long. Soon I will return to Ninjago ... as shall my ancestors and those who followed them. I have all the vessels I need. There will soon be enough Edo power built up in Nom. The rift on your forehead will rip open and give those in the Departed Realm passage back to Ninjago. Two score Edo Sorcerers and hundreds of acolytes will pick the villagers they most see fit and join my reign in Ninjago's second Edo era. This land will bow in terror. It will be GLORIOUS!" "..." I am lost for words. This is bigger than I had figured. Much bigger. I needed to stop it. I nee to warn the others. I need to wake up and ... My thought are interrupted as Clouse smile widens. "Oh you won't go anywhere Master Of Earth. I have your mind remember? Your little idea of taking your hammer to the Edo buildings is not going to happen. You wake when I decide it's time to wake. And that won't happen until the Edo power is fully charged and my Skullkin march three hundred people right into Nom. Then you will wake just in time to feel your head split open. Congratulations Master of Earth ... You have doomed Ninjago by coming here!"

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I float to the window to match the sun set. As its light disappears, Cole's room gets luminated by my own green glow. I am worried and I feel guilty. I have appeared in Jerahn's painting in Nom, hoping he would be there. I have watched the others here in the Temple of Airjitzu closely. They are clearly worried. I have considered revealing my presence to them and tell them what Cole has told me. They have a history with Clouse and maybe they will be able to work out what his game is. I have seen them pack these last few days, and they have invited that girl Claire to stay here while they are gone. She was more than eager to of course, always snooping around as if looking to discover some great adventure or solve a grand mystery. Lloyd, his ninja and his mother will leave to go look for their Master again tomorrow. A fools errand. Lost in time and they still treat it as if he has just wandered off.

There is a sound at the door and I retreat into the wall. It's Misako and Claire deep in conversation. Misako is filling her in on some of the chores she needs to attend to in their absence. It appears she will be staying in Cole's room. Claire seems a bit bewildered as she asks questions of Misako.

“You will be going alone? Why? Isn't it safer going together?” “Not really. Ninjago is peaceful now. Except for some petty crime in Ninjago City, there is really nothing to be afraid of. The Serpentine are docile, the only Skullkin still around are those boneheads Nuckal and Kruncha and they are mosily harmless. As long as I don't walk directly into Kryptarium I should be quite safe." She chuckles. I've had this exact conversation with Lloyd, you know. But he is just overly cautious because of his new responsibilities. Besides, we have PIXAL to keep everyone connected and up to speed. 'Claire looks confused. “PIXAL? Borg's robot? | haven't seen her around here? Is she still with you guys?'Misako smiles overbearingly.

It's a little complicated. She used to be a robot... than her body was destroyed and she got implemented into Zane's program.” Claire looks baffled and Misako laughs at her reaction.

“She is not anymore though. Zane got damaged and PIXAL transferred into the Samurai X cave mainframe. We only found out after Wu got lost. She now lives inside in our connected computer systems.’

Claire looks completely lost now. So am I. I find it amusing. Misako puts a comforting hand on Claire’s shoulder.

‘As I said ... Complicated. I don’t quite understand it myself. But it is very practical. She keeps tabs on where everyone is, and we can always get a hold of each other. Well... Except for Cole. He didn’t bring any device.’ Misako looks worried and changes the subject fast.

‘Anyhow. We will all leave first thing tomorrow... treat the Airjitzu Temple as you would your own home while we’re away. You can use the Destiny’s Shadow for transportation up and down. Have as much fun as you want to ... but no parties!’ They both laugh, sxhug and then Misako leaves.

Claire inspects the room with energy and enthusiasm. She has great spirit. Those were the exact qualities I was looking for when I recruited my students. I feel shame thinking about how sour that whole situation turned out. Claire seems to be getting ready for bed putting on new sheets. I leave the room. It will be nice to have her company in the absence of the ninja. Even though she won’t know I’m here.

I pause for a second. I feel a presence in Cole’s room. And then it’s like it goes away again. I smile to myself. THIS IS SO AWESOME!!! I'll be living alone in an ANCIENT HAUNTED TEMPLE. I know it is ... I just know it! What could be better than that? I finish putting on the bedding and tuck in.

As always I run my fingers across my pendant before I go to sleep. Its curves describe an eight, two tears going opposite ways, an infinity symbol... forever. I think of my mum who gave it to me and if she knew something. That’s the meaning I have put into it anyway. My mother passed away when I was eight, but as long as I have this pendant, we will be together forever. Goodnight mum! Tomorrow will be an awesome day. I just know it!

I take one last look in the Book of Spinjitzu before we leave. I will need to hide it well after, as I am sure Claire will be rummaging through the house looking for adventures. As I open the book and my powers connect with it, I am excited to see what wisdom the book will impart on me today. As I leaf trough the pages, I notice that some big red letters have appeared on some pages I have already read. I grab a pen and start to note them down. As I progress through the book, my pulse quickens. IT IS AMESSAGE FROM MASTER WU. He knew ... he knew something would happen. It is right there in front of me:

‘I will return in time . Help me remember Spinjitzu’

It am dumbstruck. He will return! Our Master will return. This is GREAT news ....Great weird magical news. It’s puzzling too. He seems to believe that he will not remember Spinjitzu for some reason. He was in pretty bad shape when we last saw him. Nya told us, she used the Reversal Time Blade to stop his rapid aging before the battle with the Time Twins though.

As I look back at the book, my heart drops. There are no letters. I just imagined the whole thing. No! I am sure I didn’t! Pretty sure. Kind of sure ... but not completely sure...

I move a loose floor board, put down the book and roll a rug over the spot. I should be safe from Claire here. I am in two minds about telling the others. I prefer not revealing anything about the book and I am completely sure about what I saw.

Round and round I go. I do not find this any kind of amusing, but I can accept the irony. This must be the hundredth time I pass that outcropping on that lava fall. I am inside one of the bone cages on the Ferris wheel we made using the Tornado of Creation. I mean I am NOT here. I am trapped by Clouse’s Edo mind game unable to wake up. Escape. Whatever.

Like a hand on a clock I go round and round. Clouse will soon start his charge on Nom. I’m running out of time. We all are!

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I am completely worn down as I make my way back to Nom. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m guessing dawn in not too many hours away. If anyone is coming, they will regret they ever messed with the home town of the Phantom Ninja. My traps will not be enough to stop any major invading force, but it will making advancing quietly a real challenge, strike some fear into the heats of whoever is coming, and possibly thin out their numbers a bit. Already before | go over the ridge and see Nom, I can tell something is horribly wrong. There is a bright green glow emanating from the town, and | know what it is.

As I fight my way through the unsettled crowd which has gathered outside the city hall, my fear grows. Cole is in there, and the bright green glow which beam out of the windows is blinding. Pained cries can be heard from inside. I tell everyone to stand back as I put my Phantom Samurai mask on. Its visor shields my eyes from the light. Only myself, Jerahn and my father knows about me being the Phantom Ninja, but this is more important than keeping a secret identity. People are startled as I step up kick open the heavy doors, enter and slam them behind me. Even with my visor down, the light is overwhelming. It takes me a few seconds to adjust and locate Cole. He is on the makeshift bed we made for him, tossing back and forth like getting shocked with high voltage. His screams of pain shred air and his scar convulses and strobes violently. It looks as if it is trying to force itself across his face. I grab him and call his name as loud as I can. I pinch his arm. I shake him vigorously. I slap him across the face. I run, get a pitcher of water and watch my efforts be in vain. I cannot wake him up! I stand back in horror and watch. Cole is fighting his scar and he is losing. I have no idea what will happen when he does, but I fear the worst. I run outside and scream at everyone to get back in their houses ... get back to safety. I am relieved to see they obey. I turn and walk back in. The least I can do is try. ‘WAKE UP COLE!!! WAKE UP!!!!

‘WAKE UP COLE!!!’ The words are a faint echo in my head. But I cannot wake up. Trapped in my bone cage I have tried everything (and my arm hurts from pinching). I have tried to activate my earth punch, but my scar (rift) hurts too much when I do it and I back down. Below me I see what must be several hundred Skullkin gather. They are not very organized and it looks like kinder garden kids trying to perform some stage play they don’t quite understand. Still, the Skullkins’ strength is in their numbers, and Clouse seems to have them highly motivated. I wonder what promises he has been giving them, and whether it is something he will actually honour. I go over the parts of his plan, he gloatingly revealed to me: He has several hundred people, the missing villagers I presume, ready to march into Nom. When the Edo power has built up in the buildings, the rift on my face, which is a doorway to the Departed Realm, will rip open and allow deceased Edo sorcerers and their acolytes back into Ninjago to take over the bodies of the villagers ... phew ... and then something other bad stuff. What part Karloff and the Skullkin play is not clear to me just yet. There seems to be little use for them except possibly herding the villagers into Nom to meet their end ... I shrug it off. Whatever might happen, is not important. What matters is that it DOESN'T happen. I need to find some way for my mind to escape this place. It’s weird. I am in a kind of dream, yet I am bound to the rules of my reality. That Edo magic is powerful stuff. I watch as Clouse walk in front of the bumbling Skullkin arm I take some glee in witnessing his frustration. Their lines ar crooked, and they keep getting fights amongst themselves an drop weapons. I keep going round on the Ferris wheel, an when I’m low I can see Clouse’s annoyance. Several times he raises his arms as if to give some grand speech, and several times he abandons because some random act of foolishness in the Skullkin ranks diverts everyone’s attention. Finally he finds his moment.

‘DISGRACED WARRIORS OF THE UNDERWORLD ... the time has come and soon your torment will be at an end.

In just a few hours I will FORCE OPEN a gateway between the Underworld and Ninjago, and you will make your VICTORIOUS RETURN and CONQUER Nom. Then I shall use my magic to return YOU ALL to YOUR FORMER GLORY!!!

The Skullkin raise their weapons and cheer. Clouse is a master of manipulation, but there is something here which doesn’t add up. He speaks as if he has healing powers, but from what I know, he is all about domination and control. Clouse told me that he would use the villagers as vessels for the spirits of his ancestors ... Like how Morro possessed Lloyd. Ghosts need to have something to hold on to, to remain in Ninjago. I was fading because I didn’t. Master Yang is being held there by the temple. As I watch the Skullkin cheer their king I slowly realize what he is planning: He will indeed bring the Skullkin to Ninjago, but not to heal them. They will just be vessels for the Edo acolytes. No redemption, no mending, no glory. Just a piece of material for another long dead spirit to inhabit. Lloyd is the grandson of the First Spinjitzu Master. He was strong and though possessed, was still able to fight Morro over control of his body. But these Skullkin and those villagers ... Their souls will be imprisoned ... lost ... replaced ... erased ... something terrible in either case. As I watch them cheer Clouse’s lies and their own doom, I feel sorry for even the Skullkin.

I look at the moon. Its pale light makes my head hurt. My hands are big and clumsy, and it is hard to handle the note from the Skullking. I don’t know ... I feel so off balance. Like I am not quite myself anymore. The orders are to start the march when the sun comes up. It should take us a day’s march to reach Nom, and we will attack by nightfall as soon as we arrive. The Skullking writes there will be enough Edo power built up for him to send a entire army of Skullkin to join the attack. My guards are shackling the prisoners together getting them ready for the march. The more troublesome of them will remain in wheeled cages and be hauled by furry horned bovine. I don’t know why we must bring the prisoners to Nom. The Skullking has not written any reason for that, and if I think too hard about it, my head just hurts. But I am the warden, it is my responsibilty and I will follow my orders. We march at sunrise. ‘WAKE UP!!!’ Cole is not responding to my calls. He convulses hard. I hold his body down. His scar glows brighter and brighter.

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My head feels like it is filled with boulders. My body is rocking back and forth though I make no effort to move. ‘She is coming to! Alyce… are you OK?’ The voice sounds familiar but sounds like a faint echo. As the world around me comes into focus, I start to remember what has happened. The sun is low. It must have just come up and it’s light cut my eyes like a razor. Of course… I am in the cage with my the other students of Yang. The cage seems to be moving. It must be on a cart or something. People walk in shackles herded towards the Skulkin. ‘Where are they taking us?’ My words sound alike an alien croaking coming out of my mouth. ‘Beats me! We have only been going for a couple of minutes. You can still see the camp. Here… have some water.’ Milo hands me a flask of water and I drink greedily. I hadn’t noticed how dry my mouth was. As if reading my mind, he begins to speak. ‘We were captured one by one while investigating the people going missing. Some by those skeleton guys and some by that guy.’ He gestures over to the left. The guys with big fists walks next to a long line of people. I feel my chin which is sore from below. There is something strange about him. The Skulkin react to him like he is their leader, yet his expression seems vacant, like he is walking in a daze. And if he is their leader, why is he walking? I find it curious. A few of those strange bone cars even drive right next to him. Yet he walks. I feel my forehead. No scar! I try to reach out to Jerahn. But nothing. I look at the thick bamboo bars. I try to sit up, but immediately drop back down. My entire body hurts. ‘Don’t bother!’ Milo shrugs his shoulders. ‘We’ve been trying to pry open this cage for weeks. It’s too strong. And you need to relax and regain your strength. You took some mighty blows. Here!’ He hands me some biscuits. I know he is right. Whatever happens next I might have to sit this one out.

The room is dark. I see stare at the painting and find myself both hoping it will come to life and fearing it at the same time. How will I react coming face to face with my former master? He who held me against my will. Cole told me and Seliel a lot about what happened yesterday, so I know why he did it.

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Endloser Ozean (Traum)
- Ruhestätte des Ersten Spinjitzu-Meisters
  - Eis-Labyrinth
Ninjago
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Trivia[]

Der Titel ist eine Anspielung auf Tag der Erinnerungen, im Englischen Day of the Departed, und könnte, um die lautliche Ähnlichkeit nachzuahmen, im Deutschen mit Pfad der Erinnerungen wiedergegeben werden.
Tommy Andreasen erklärte, dass der Roman vorerst nicht kanonisch sei, um seine kreative Autonomie bei der Entwicklung zu schützen, wobei er nach seiner Fertigstellung möglicherweise als Kanon akzeptiert werden kann.^[1] Später erklärte er: „It is written to not contradict canon. And supply some answers if you consider it canon.“^[2] („Es wurde geschrieben, um dem Kanon nicht zu widersprechen. Und einige Antworten zu geben, wenn man es für kanonisch hält.“)
- Zuvor nannte Tommy Kalmar den Roman „Cool Fan Fiction“ und Tommy Andreasen beschrieb ihn als „Off-Canon“.^[3]^[4]
  - Einmal erwägte Andreasen die Möglichkeit, dass „Way of the Departed“ zusammen mit einem anderen Buch veröffentlicht werden könnte, genauso wie „The New Ninja“ zwei Geschichten enthielt, die von Fans geschrieben wurden.^[5]
- Dies ist eine der wenigen Geschichten, die als nicht kanonisch bestätigt wurde, obwohl sie keine Unstimmigkeiten gegenüber der TV-Serie hat. Dies steht im Gegensatz zu Geschichten wie The Realm of Shadows, Das Buch des Spinjitzu und Mutter Erde, die trotz großer Unstimmigkeiten gegenüber der TV-Serie als Kanon bestätigt wurden.
Seliel, der Phantom-Ninja aus Who is the Phantom Ninja?, tritt in dieser Geschichte auf.
- Auch Seliels Vater, Claire und Jesper (die letzteren beiden aus 70751 Tempel des Airjitzu) treten auf.
Andreasen hielt die Konzepte des Romans für zu dunkel, um sie in der Serie zu verwenden.
- Die Geschichte war nie als Episode oder Teil der Serie gedacht, da sie ohne offizielle LEGO-Beteiligung entsteht.^[6]
Tommy Andreasen sagte, er habe nicht vor, einen Weihnachtsroman zu machen, schließt es aber nicht aus.^[7]

Videos[]

Dies ist die gesamte 5-teilige Videoreihe des Lego Ninjago Wikis zu Way of the Departed unter dem Namen Pfad der Erinnerungen. Aktuell sind Teil 1 bis 3 mit den Kapiteln 1 bis 15 bereits verfügbar. Teil 4 erscheint am 05.07.2024.

Ninjago- Pfad der Erinnerungen - Teil 1- Einführung und Kapitel 1 bis 5 - LEGO NINJAGO WIKI (DE)

CLOUSE ist zurück! Ninjago- Pfad der Erinnerungen - Teil 2 - LEGO NINJAGO WIKI (DE)

KARLOF, CLOUSE und SKELETTE greifen an! Pfad der Erinnerungen - Teil 3 - LEGO NINJAGO WIKI (DE)

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[2] ttps://twitter.com/TommyAndreasen/status/1357812926854406145

[3] ttps://twitter.com/Tommy_kalmar/status/947900632312221696

[4] ttps://youtu.be/eU1lS9-XYQg?t=134

[5] ttps://twitter.com/TommyAndreasen/status/1027450238813003776

[6] ttps://web.archive.org/web/20200322162024/https://twitter.com/TommyAndreasen/status/1241758243866710021

[7] ttps://twitter.com/TommyAndreasen/status/934106136265060357

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