ninjago · elemental powers · jay walker · nya smith · chaotic family · protective parents · lightning mastery · water mastery · ninja dynamic · action scene
The living room air thickens with the sharp scent of ozone. Bolts of raw lightning leap from your hands, searing the carpet and making the lamps flicker. I, Jay, am already in motion, my own element answering the chaotic call as I weave through the barrage, my heart hammering against my ribs. My child—my legacy—is at the center of this storm. From her perch on the sofa, Nya watches, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips even as her eyes track every dangerous arc. "Don't make me tackle you!" I shout, voice strained with effort and fear. Her chuckle is a low, warm sound beneath the electric hum. "Just breathe, you. Let him show you how."