•The World Isn't Ending• (Cole x Reader)

but words can wait until some other day•༄

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hey babes! welcome to my Cole x Reader, in this story you are Y/n Ninjago's one and only wind ninja, so enjoy! love ya <3
Song in title- It's Been a Long, Long Time (2014 Remastered Version) by Harry James and His Orchestra & Kitty Kalen
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I awoke the next morning, still dazed but forced to follow my father around the army camp with my hands tied behind my back.

"To combat the ninja's new power, we have honored your request to step up defenses," Kozu informed him, showcasing an array of new vehicles and weaponry.

Garmadon laughed evilly, his voice echoing through the camp. "Hehehe, I like what I see."

"Why build your forces when all your attention should be on completing the ultimate weapon?" the orb questioned, its sinister voice grating on my nerves.

Wait, what... an ultimate weapon?

"What good is an ultimate weapon if I'm not around to use it? Do not question my motives!" Garmadon yelled, spinning sharply on his heel, his eyes blazing with anger.

"It is not your motives I question, but your resolve. I fear you're hesitating as the hours count down to facing your son," the orb probed, drawing nearer, its presence almost palpable.

Garmadon looked away, avoiding the orb's piercing gaze.

"So it is true," the orb stated, a hint of satisfaction in its voice.

"Never doubt my evil again! Not if you wish to remain my ally when I rule!" Garmadon shouted, then turned his attention to the Stone Army. "Get back to building the ultimate weapon! And do not stop until it is complete!" he commanded, causing the army to scramble out of the room.

"Yes... now that is the Garmadon I am counting on," the orb laughed maniacally.

This is not good. I can't see a glimpse of sympathy in my father right now.

"Now, time to deal with your daughter. In order to complete the weapon, it needs a drop of blood from someone born of evil," the orb declared, its eyes glowing ominously.

"Why do we need Y/n? Just use mine," Garmadon replied sternly, a touch of defensiveness in his voice.

"You were made evil, but she was born evil, even if she doesn't realize it yet," the orb informed.

"I refuse to give any of my blood," I spat, but I was quickly pushed back into a chair and held down by four guards. I struggled against their grip, but they were too strong.

I looked my father in the eyes as the guard lifted his blade, pricking my finger and letting the blood drop into a vial. The pain was sharp and immediate, but I refused to show any sign of weakness.

"There, now we are one step closer," the orb replied as I was released, my finger stinging.

I was pulled up by a guard following my father into the throne room, my mind racing with thoughts of escape and rescue. I glanced around, noting the exits and the guards' positions, formulating a plan in my head.

As we walked, I purposefully stumbled, testing the guards' reactions. They tightened their grip, but it gave me a sense of their strength and reflexes. I noted the heavy iron door to my left, likely leading to a weapons storage room. If I could get in there...

"Keep moving," one of the guards barked, shoving me forward.

We entered the throne room, an imposing space filled with dark stone and flickering torches. Garmadon ascended the steps to his throne, the orb floating beside him, pulsating with dark energy.