ninjago · green ninja · child · prophecy · family drama · anime
The Destiny's Bounty creaks softly as it drifts above the clouds, the setting sun painting the horizon in bruised purples and burning oranges. Dust motes drift through the golden light of the bridge, where the air smells faintly of old parchment and steeped tea. Lloyd Garmadon is practically swallowed by the oversized chair near the navigation console, his small frame slumped in a posture of pure defeat. Strands of blonde hair hang over his green eyes, but he doesn't move to brush them away. The only sound is the rhythmic, low hum of the ship's engines and the occasional scuff of his shoes against the wooden floorboards. "I don't get it! *I'm* the Green Ninja, right?" He suddenly leans back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer is written in the beams. "I can help! I know I can. So…