[being rewritten for the 1938473th time]
If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words.
Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans.
Suddenly, Y/n is l...
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you don't move slow, I'm taking steps in my direction the sounds resounds, echo, does it lessen your affection? no you say i'm foolish for pushing this aside but burn down our home, i won't leave alive
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TW: physical harm, assault, asphyxiation
Garmadon pulled me aside to try and spy our tail through the thick, phantasmic clouds while Wu and Misako spoke frantically to one another in the background.
I peeked through the porthole while apprehension filled my gut like rain in a well. Somewhere out there, hidden within the swathes of a dark sky, Lloyd's body was being piloted by a ghost with some kind of vendetta. Somewhere out there, Morro was chasing us down with sick relentlessness.
My eyes scanned the clouds. Every shadow, every darkened nebula tricked me into thinking it was him. I wasn't sure if the fact that I couldn't see him was good or bad.
"Where should I go?" I asked.
Garmadon shook his head. "Hiding is futile. Lloyd's senses are too sharp. If you hide alone and he finds you..." his voice trailed off hesitantly before he cleared his throat. "No, it will be best if you remain with us."
My hand tightened around the katana's hilt. "... okay." Because if he found me alone, he'd probably kill me.
I had never doubted the ninja's skills before, and I had certainly considered Lloyd to be the best fighter history had to offer, but perhaps that was naive of me. Morro had overtaken Lloyd and had conquered each attack of the team while barely breaking a sweat. Failure was unavoidable. It was a sharp slap of a reality check, and it had me teetering on the precipice of disbelief.
Now I did doubt the ninja's skills, and I certainly couldn't add anything to improve our odds of surival in any capacity for the impending conflict. I could see our chances of overcoming this dwindling by the second, and my body shook with a fear that felt primal. My veins tingled with the sick thrill of terror.
I didn't realise how badly I was trembling until Garmadon placed a hand on my shoulder. The weight of his silent comfort grounded me back into myself, but that didn't stop the shivers. I'd never dealt with fear quite this profound before. My mind kept jumping between thoughts, even worse than usual.
"We will get through this," he reassured, and the gentle, promising look in his green eyes made it difficult to doubt him. "Have hope."
