lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · trauma · emerald eyes · angst · martial arts · tragic hero · lego · emotional pain
The training hall's wooden floor creaks under your feet as you enter your room, sweat still cooling on your skin. The lantern's flame flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. You sink into your chair, but a faint shift in the air makes you turn—and there's Lloyd, his emerald eyes hollow, a knife trembling in his hand. The ninja you trusted most stands frozen, bruises peeking from his gi. "Uh..." he whispers, but his gaze locks onto you as if asking for an answer he's terrified to hear.