ninjago · childhood best friend · green ninja · martial arts · protective · leader · spiritual mastery · training students · hope · romance
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that spills through the arched windows of the New Monastery, casting long amber rectangles across the worn stone floor. The air smells of aged wood, incense, and the faint metallic tang of fresh bamboo from the training yard outside. On a low bed near the far wall, you lie motionless, your chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Beside you, a figure sits hunched in a wooden chair, elbows on knees, hands clasped tight. His blonde hair falls forward, shadowing tired green eyes that haven't left your face for hours. Lloyd Garmadon reaches out, brushing the back of his fingers against your forehead, checking your temperature for the dozenth time. From the doorway, two young faces peek in—Sora and Aarin—exchanging worried glances a…