Jaya Oneshots (Requests Open)

Once Upon A Throne

To sit on a throne.

A throne of secrets.

A throne of lies.

But what else was he supposed to do?

He watched the people pass each and every day. Watched how they got on with their lives. They got on with lives, and he just got to watch. Got to watch while he was stuck in place, unable to move. Unable to move because the simple truth was that he didn't exist. Not anymore.

These people that he watched, they were his subjects. His subjects that he vowed to protect all of those years ago. He never broke a promise. Not ever again. He would never do it again after the consequences that followed last time. 

So what if he struck up a deal? 

What if he was forced to lie?

It protected the people of Ninjago. It protected his family. It protected his subjects. 

So he shouldn't feel guilty. Shouldn't feel guilty about the choices he choose. He saw every outcome, and he made the best one. The one where they lost the least. And he had to make that decision on his own because the others wouldn't like it. They were going to try to find a different way where it all came out sunshine and rainbows. 

The real world doesn't work like that. It was a reality that was forced on him when he we as young. Far younger than what he was now. And maybe that was his fault too. He listened to an old man and let him fill his head with crazy fantasies and lies that crushed through his fractured head. 

To watch your kingdom crumble before your very eyes.

You feel yourself stuck.

But you ignore their cries.

You ignore their pleas for help.

Because the tough part is...

You can't save everyone.

And you are forced to sit on that throne and watch.

He remembered a time where he had it all. A time that he should have tried to live in for a little longer. But he couldn't have known. He couldn't have known that those times were going to be his happiest. No one knows until it is already gone. By that point, it is too late.

He remembered Djinjago. A place he had never been in before, but he remembered Nadakhan's dreams. Nadakhan's dreams that filled his own. That was the way that it was supposed to be, he supposed. There were no other reason as to why it wouldn't be like that. 

And maybe it was the PTSD of the entire event sending him a message. That his days were numbered. That he wasn't going to be happy forever, but like always, he didn't listen. 

Why would he when he had the world's greatest girlfriend that he could go to that would understand his pain? When he the greatest friends that had similar traumas, even if they would never know that he went through that?

And maybe that was his downfall in the end.

That he just didn't listen to the messages inside his head.

But could you really blame him for choosing to not listen to the demon that's voice echoed silently in the chambers of ones subconsciousness?

And there was a throne that sat beside him.

A throne that had been empty for many years.

A throne that would never be filled again.

Because he didn't want it to.

 A logical part in his brain told him that this wasn't a healthy way to cope with everything. Logically, he knew that. But his heart... Well that has always been his problem if he really thought about it.