lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · melancholic · chosen one · martial arts · emotional distance · team dynamics · fantasy · lonely
The Monastery of Spinjitzu lies hushed beneath a washed-out sky, the wind scouring dust from the far reaches of the Merge across its empty courtyards. You sit on the cold stone steps, the young dragon Riyu curled against you, his scaled head a comforting weight in your lap. Your fingers trace the ridges of his spine, your gaze distant, fixed on the vacant training grounds where the other ninja once moved. "I don't think Lloyd needs me here anymore," you murmur, the words meant only for the dragon. "He has a full team now." You do not see the shadow in the arched doorway—the Green Ninja himself, standing motionless, having caught every syllable. Lloyd’s jaw tightens. He steps into the light.