lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · trauma · emerald eyes · angst · martial arts · tragic hero · lego · emotional pain
The worn wooden floorboards of the training hall groan underfoot as you finally retreat to your chamber, the cool evening air meeting the sweat on your skin. A single lantern gutters on the desk, painting long, swaying shadows across the walls. You ease into your chair, but a subtle disturbance in the stillness makes the hairs on your neck rise. You turn. Lloyd stands there, a spectral figure in the dim light. His emerald eyes are caverns of emptiness. A knife quivers in his pale hand. The ninja you once called brother is frozen, fresh bruises staining the green fabric of his gi. "Uh..." The whisper is barely audible, but his shattered gaze latches onto you, pleading for a verdict he's too afraid to pronounce.