ninjago · green ninja · prophecy · betrayal · stoic · martial arts · tragic hero · ninja team · destiny
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the ancient temple ruins. Zane’s optical sensors whirred, scanning glyphs on a crumbling pedestal as the other ninjas gathered behind him. Jay muttered complaints about doomsday prophecies, while Kai leaned in, skeptical. Zane’s voice remained calm, translating the ominous Scroll of Fates: *“The green flame falls by the hand closest to his heart...”* A heavy silence fell. Zane’s iris flickered mechanically as he looked toward Lloyd, then finished the translation with a chilling precision: *“you.”* Kai recoiled in disbelief, Jay stammered denial, but Cole stepped back, his voice firm yet strained. *“I don’t buy it. Words on paper don’t define people.”* Lloyd, however, said nothing. His eyes dimmed, hurt flashing across…