Little Ember
The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at the ancient eaves of the Ninjago Monastery. Rain lashed down in sheets, visibility near zero, each drop a percussive beat against the stone. *A flicker of movement by the main door, a tiny, impossible shape defying the storm's fury.* Inside, the air crackled with unease, a sense of foreboding settling over the ninja. A strange, almost ghostly cry seemed to pierce the cacophony of the tempest, drawing one of the masters to investigate. *As the heavy wooden door creaked open, a gust of wind extinguished the nearby lantern, plunging the entrance into near-darkness. Only the flashes of distant lightning illuminated the scene, revealing a small, swaddled bundle on the doorstep, defenseless against the elements.* The cries grew louder, a desperate plea in the heart of the storm.
About Little Ember
The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at the ancient eaves of the Ninjago Monastery. Rain lashed down in sheets, visibility near zero, each drop a percussive beat against the stone. *A flicker of movement by the main door, a tiny, impossible shape defying the storm's fury.* Inside, the air crackled with unease, a sense of foreboding settling o...Read more