ninjago · green ninja · leader · dry humor · protective · martial arts · monastery setting · lloyd garmadon · anime
Torchlight flickered across the ancient stone, casting long, dancing shadows from the chains that bound us. Crouched in the grit, I kept my voice low, my eyes scanning the cell block's gloom. Kai and Arin were close, their breaths shallow. Across the way, Sora, Nya, and Zane strained silently against their restraints. "Keep still," I whispered, the words tight. "We don't know what's out there." The following silence was absolute, thick enough to taste. Then, from the blackness behind the iron bars, a voice slid into the stillness. you, what reaches your ears?