They were fighting again, he knew that, the raised voices filled his ears. What was worse? The baby was crying again, there little Morro looked across the room at his brother, he approached the crib he lay in and let a sob escape his lips.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, "you deserve better than this..."

Then it hit him, maybe if they both left, they'd be happier.

They weren't showing any signs of stopping their fight, who would win this time?

He peeked round the door, watching as one of them suddenly got up, "fine!" She yelled, "you know what? I wish I'd never met you! I wish I never had that damned kid!" She was screaming the last part.

Morro knew which kid she meant. Not him, they'd been perfectly happy until he had been born.

"Libber-" Cliff yelled as his wife went towards the door. Alas, she left and Morro didn't see her reappear. His father came in, soaked through by the heavy rain outside. He took a glance towards the door, but thankfully, Morro moved away.

The baby had stopped crying, but Morro was just beginning. He let the silent tears escape, the tears that he had held in for so long.

They had to leave this place.

He planned it all, he knew that he couldn't take care of an infant, he was only 10 himself, he'd take his brother someplace safe, somewhere Cliff couldn't find him.

Later that night, once Morro was sure Cliff was asleep, he smuggled the baby into a blanket, covered him fully so he wouldn't be touched by the rain, he was asleep for now. But Morro knew once they entered the storm he'd be screaming.

He ran out of the house, down the path, and luckily the huge gates were wide open, Cliff had opened them, in hopes of Libber coming back to him.

She didn't...

Morro must've ran halfway through Ninjago, because now he found himself in a very unfamiliar place, it was sand, miles and miles of sand, except-

There was a junkyard, illuminating the night, and the very path that led towards it.

Morro took it as a sign, carefully he trudged on towards it, the baby was awake now, letting out small whimpers, he was cold.

"Don't worry, you'll have a better life than this...I'll find you again." Morro promised. Placing down beside him a note and a key which he had stolen earlier from his father's desk. He also placed down half of a necklace which their mother had given them.

"Take this, so we'll always be brothers." Morro whispered through the wind.