"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," (y/n) whined as Misako disinfectant water on (y/n)'s wound.
"It's going to need stitches, the gaping hole in your shoulder is going to take a while to heal," she scolded. (y/n) groaned at the thought of stitches.
Lloyd opened the door and leaned against its frame, "how's the patient?" he asked his mother. (y/n) shot him a playful glare as he walked into the room and stood beside the bench. He refrained for wincing at the sight of the open wound nor thinking about how much pain (y/n) was in.
"Uncooperative," Misako summarized. She handed (y/n) a tea, "that should numb the pain whilst I sew up your wound and you should be resting Lloyd," (y/n) Misako scolded. Misako turned her attention back to (y/n), "you should feel a light sting," she said and (y/n) faced Lloyd.
He frowned in concern, "you're not thinking of going back out there, are you?" he asked. He already had a sense that as soon as she was bandaged up, she would be planning on going with them to stop Morro from summoning the preeminate.
"Lloyd it's just a flesh wound," she hissed at the feeling of the needle threading through her skin, "I still have another arm," she reasoned.
"You're lucky you didn't lose this one," Misako added as she cautiously sewed up the wound the sword of sanctuary created the gaping hole in (y/n)'s would take time to heal and would need a bandage.
"Besides, I still have a bone to pick with Morro," she frowned as Misako tied off the stitches and began to bandage her shoulder, gently.
It was Lloyd's turn to frown. He had caught glimpses of the battles between the two. He had found a new respect for the Masters of wind because they held destruction at their fingertips and could release it if they wanted to. Whilst Lloyd was possessed, he could sense the sheer hate the two had for one another. He had a feeling that if he wasn't possessed by Morro. Morro and (y/n) would have fought to the death as their blows weren't to disarm, they were blows that were meant cause as much damage as possible. He had felt said blows, he remembered Morro being tossed around like a rag doll by (y/n) and since the mortal body belonged to him, he felt the repercussions. "I appreciate you trying to knock some sense back into me whilst I was possessed but I think you should this one out (y/n)," Lloyd suggested.
The windows blew open as (y/n)'s eyes filled with anger; Lloyd knew he had messed up. Misako finished bandaging (y/n)'s wound, "I'll leave the two of you to talk," she said as she left the room.
(y/n) stood up as she defiantly met Lloyd's gaze. Lloyd could see the anger in them, an untamable thirst for revenge, he had heard the conversations between Uncle and Neice and all of them involved promises to rip each other apart. "I know you're mad," Lloyd sighed, "And you have every right to be, Morro has taken everything from you, but revenge isn't the best way to go about it," he reasoned, he could already tell that the back lash was coming as the winds suddenly became cold.
"What could you possibly know how I feel?" (y/n) snapped, the winds rushed to her side like a deadly threat. "You knew your Mum and Dad, mine were ripped from me and there was nothing I can do but watch." (y/n) turned away from him, "Morro will suffer Lloyd, all the pain he has ever caused me I will return tenfold, he will wish that he stayed in the curse realm," she spat venomously.
"Then it doesn't sound like revenge anymore, it sounds like you've been keeping score of who's done what and it's not good (y/n), it'll destroy you," Lloyd argued, he felt small in the shadow of (y/n)'s rage and power, he felt comfort in his time possessed that the dark emotions that she had for Morro weren't directed at him, he refrained from shaking now that he was facing them.
"I am destruction," she whispered. The winds howled with the fury of its Master. "I am the fury of the wind and the Master of the skies, I can lay waste to cities and shatter mountains if I desired," she whispered harshly. "This dispute between my uncle and I began long before you came into the picture."
She turned to the window, "follow me," she said blandly.
"(y/n), we're about to head to Stiix we have to remain here," Lloyd argued.
"I wasn't asking," she snapped as she jumped out of the window. Lloyd took a deep breath and followed; he lost sight of (y/n) as he fell through the air. His stomach tossed and turned as dragon claws plucked him from the sky. He looked up to see (y/n) urging her dragon to fly where she commanded.
The trip was relatively short. The dragon landed at the edge of a lake. Lloyd was in awe at the sight of a village carved into the nearby hills. His sightseeing was cut short as (y/n) stormed towards the nearby temple. "Azan must be out," she muttered to herself.
Lloyd glanced around at the paintings in the room, it seemed that there was something that commemorated each Master of Wind. He followed (y/n) out the back where the wooden path leads up the side of the mountain and to a garden of 5 trees. Lloyd watched from afar as (y/n) bent down and buried something at the foot of the dead tree. Lloyd stood at her side.
"Windsor the first"
"Aera the graceful"
"Akash the humble"
"Morro the disgraced"
"And me, the fifth and last of the Windsor line," (y/n) said as she pointed at each of the trees. Lloyd noticed that only three of the 5 were unique. Windsor, Morro and (y/n). "Pine, a strong and reliable tree that has represented two of the previous Masters of wind, only Morro's tree never grew a single leaf, he was damned from the start," she snapped.
He had many questions but wanted to hear her out first.
He noticed that the ground had been disturbed at the foot of the tree he paid it no heed as he stared at the words engraved on the trunk of the dead like tree. "There can never be two Masters of wind and when the time of one Master ends their leaves fall into the river, when sticks from Morro's tree fell, he believed that he could delay the inevitable..." (y/n) scrunched her eyes shut. "He thought that if her killed every other descendant of Windsor the power of wind would have no choice to remain with him until he had a child." Lloyd jaw dropped, it was a personal hatred, not just for her parents but her entire family had been wiped out. "He succeeded, even those that had nothing to do with the family were slaughtered until my father and I were the last standing," she recounted, Morro could see where the words in the trees were carved with a shaky hand, as if their carver were angrier than ever at the atrocities that had occurred.
"Morro eventually came for us, my father didn't stand a chance but when his power came for me, the wind rebelled and refused to harm me or let Morro harm me and now he has come back. Not only to fulfill his dark desires but end the Masters of Wind once and for all." (y/n) laid a hand on her tree as the pink leaves fell onto her shoulders. "If I die then the Masters of wind become myth and legend, the line will end, I am the last and therefore it is my responsibility to avenge my family."
Lloyd stared at the names carved into the trees. They were each described as something. "How do you get a name?" he asked.
"You die," Azan answered as he joined the two elemental Master's. "The guardian of the temple carves a name reflecting on the life of the Master of Wind and over time carves their life story," he described. (y/n) ran her fingers between the words that began to shape her story, a story that shaped who she was.
Lloyd tensed up, "feel welcome here, Master Lloyd, the house of Windsor owes an eternal debt to your grandfather, you are welcome here," he greeted, and Lloyd relaxed. The grove felt special, he felt out of place in a place filled with history and legend.
"Carving (y/n)'s story is a privilege, after Morro's destruction I had expected to never carve the story of a Master of Wind as my great-grandfather had. Then one day Sakura leaves fell from the top of Windsor Mountain into the lake. I was skeptical but like the other guards before me I planted a Sakura tree and watched it grow, visions came to me and told me the story of the next Master of wind, and I carved." Azan smiled at (y/n), "I truly believe that you are the hope, the rebirth of the proud house of Windsor and that you'll restore honor to the family. I just feel disgusted that I have to continue Morro's as well," he spat.
"We better get back, see you later Azan," (y/n) farewelled. He bowed to her and slid a ladder to Morro's tree; it looked like he was about to begin carving.
(y/n) summoned her dragon and held her hand out to Lloyd. He grabbed it and she pulled him up, "I can see why you're so mad," he said as the dragon took flight to Stiix. "Just don't let it blind you."
YOU ARE READING
Blown Away (Lloyd Garmadon x Reader)
Hayran KurguY/n is the Master of Wind Her parentage is unknown as she was raised by Mystake in a little tea shop in Ninjago City. Her power grows, the exercises and martial arts taught to her by Mystake have been mastered. There's only one place for her to go...
