Blown Away (Lloyd Garmadon x Reader)

The Lost

Sand. As far as the eyes could see stretched across the wasteland. There wasn't much out there besides hawks that searched for prey that had succumbed to the wasteland.

One lone figure trekked across the desolate land. Rags taken from dead travelers were her only shield against the sun light. There was nowhere else to go except forward and the only way to survive was to ignore the sting of the sun, forget how desperately a dry throat needed water and pretend that the belly is full.

That was all that was left for her as she trekked from town to town, mindlessly walking. She didn't know why she continued forward except that it was the only thing she could do. She didn't feel welcome anywhere else, there was always someone glaring at her, cussing at her, calling her a murderer and a villain. She didn't know what people were so mad.

Their curses were often followed by a name, a name that sounded too foreign to belong to her. But that same name was also defended by a select few. They always said they were from Ninjago city. A city that had been scattered after what everyone called the merge.

She didn't care, it all didn't make any sense to her. The person they mistook her for was a hero in some eyes and a killer in the other. She couldn't care less; it wasn't any of her business. But... what was her business?

Was all that was left for her was wandering? Going from town to town being either scorned or praised for someone else's actions.

A dreadful smell drifted in on the hot breeze, she covered her nose to keep herself from gagging on it. It was another dead body, buzzards already feasted on yet another nameless person that had died from wondering through a land of death. She didn't pay it any mind and kept moving forward.

There was only one thing she could remember.

Waking up.

A room plain and blank

Everyone was gone, recently too. She didn't know how she woke up in that bed with needles in her arm and it didn't really phase her. She just got up and began to walk.

It was as if she was numb to everything, must be the fact that she couldn't even remember her own name that made her so insensitive to everything around her. But what she did know is that she had lasted longer in this desert than anyone else she had come across.

There was just something within her that just refused to die.

The air around her seemed to rumble as winds rushed towards her. She turned around and watched stoically as a sand storm tumbled towards her.

Just as the first grains of sands hit her she raised her hand out. The winds fell silent and the sand fell. It was another reason why she was still alive.

She glanced at her hand. It was another curiosity. She had no idea how she came to possess the power to control the wind.

"What was that?" A voice called out to her.

She turned around. Peering out from behind a rock a girl with a golden hair and striking green eyes gazed at her in curiosity and awe. She couldn't have been older than 10.

There was another behind her, they looked similar, they had to be siblings. He had hair colour similar to the stranger that wondered through the desert, his eyes as well, it was almost like looking in a mirror.

They were both well clothed, which means that they had been recently abandoned or lost. In time they would soon lose that look of their and soon become like many lost children she had met along the way, forgotten, dressed in rags and left to starve.

She shook the familiarity off. They would die soon, everyone she had come across soon succumbed to the harshness of the desert.

She walked straight past them continuing on her path. She could feel the gaze of the children on her back. "Come on," she bid, she could never leave children to die, her mind would be at ease if she made sure they survived for the next couple of days at least.