"𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔."
〘ʟᴇɢᴏ ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ〙"Throughout time and space I alone and the honoured one."〘ʟʟᴏʏᴅ ɢᴀʀᴍᴀᴅᴏɴ x ᴀᴄʀᴏɴɪx sᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ〙
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THIRD PERSON
S4 E1: The Invitation
HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN? Days, weeks, months? Time had gone by in a flash since the Overlord's defeat. But the victory had come at a steep price. Lloyd had lost Zane. Then, one by one, Kai, Jay, and Cole left the team. Yet, what affected Lloyd most deeply wasn't just the team's disbandment. It was losing [Name].
As of now, Lloyd laid his head down, trying to find peace after a long day of training.
His muscles ached, not just from the physical exhaustion but from the weight of what he'd done—breaking into Cyrus Borg's secret vault to access the golden armor. His eyelids grew heavy, before quickly drifting to sleep.
In his dreams, a figure began to form. At first, it was just a hazy silhouette, but soon it became clear—[Name].
But something was off. This wasn't the [Name] he remembered. It was [Name]...but not just one. Multiple versions of him, tugging on Lloyds clothes as if pulled from different points in time, appeared before Lloyd.
The first [Name] was young, no more than six or seven, standing in a snow-covered forest. He held his knee, blood trickling from a scrape, tears filling his wide eyes. "It hurts, Lloyd..." he whimpered. "Why did you leave me here?" His voice was weak, fragile, like a child lost and afraid.
