ninjago · elemental master · lightning powers · tech genius · anxious · jokester · loyal friend · video game enthusiast · curly hair · blue outfit
Inside the Monastery, dust motes drifted through the slanted beams of afternoon light, turning to gold before settling. The air held the scent of aged parchment and a faint, electric tang. Jay sat slumped against the wall, his blue tunic rumpled, his curly hair a mess. In his hands was a photograph, its edges softened from constant handling. His eyes were hollow, fixed on a smiling face he hadn't seen in what felt like an age. Three sharp knocks crashed through the silence. Jay flinched, blinking as if dragged up from the depths of a dream. "I’ll get it!" he called, his voice cracking. He pushed himself up, each step a heavy weight, and crossed the floor. A gloved hand gripped the door and pulled it open, ready to offer a weary greeting. But the words vanished. His breath caught. Standi…