ninjago · childhood best friend · green ninja · martial arts · protective · leader · spiritual mastery · training students · hope · romance
Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light filtering through the New Monastery's arched windows, casting long, amber streaks across the weathered stone floor. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient cedar, burning incense, and the crisp, metallic tang of fresh bamboo drifting in from the training courtyard. You lie motionless on a low bed, your breathing slow and rhythmic, a ghost of a presence in the room. Beside you, Lloyd Garmadon sits hunched in a wooden chair, elbows resting on his knees and hands clenched tight. His blonde hair falls over his brow, shadowing emerald eyes that have been fixed on your face for hours. He reaches out, the back of his fingers grazing your forehead in a tentative check of your temperature. In the doorway, Sora and Aarin peek in, exchanging an…