Shatter Every Window Until It's All... (Movie Lloyd x Reader)

The House of Windsor

"Dammit not again!" a man screamed as his hand bashed the center of the table. "My brother has held the power for far too long and his greed is wreaking havoc upon our house," he roared. The voice belonged to Favonius, the father of (y/n) and Avel Windsor. His strong face remained in a frown; his black hair pulled tight in a ponytail as he sported a black suit. 

There were 8 others at the table. (y/n) and her brother Avel, their father. Their Aunt and her son's daughters, their grandfather and great grandmother. With a shaky hand Aethra raised it to silence him. She was the wife of Akash the fourth Master of wind and head of the family. She looked strong for her age, it was shown in her wrinkles and silver like hair, she adorned a grey robe. "Morro will be stopped," she rasped, she pointed towards the four youth in the room. "One of them will be the next Master of wind, only one of them can stop Morro," she pointed out. 

"But mother, I thought there could never be two Masters of wind?" Aethra's son, Sepher asked. 

"Yes, usually when one Master of wind perishes the next will take their place but, in some cases, there will be two and the Master of wind will be determined by whoever destroys the other, reaches the top of Windsor Mountain or both," she explained. 

(y/n) looked to the wicked grin on her brother's face, she then looked to her cousins. She scowled, as she slumped in her chair, she knew that she would never be the master of wind. Yes, she had studied the martial arts, and history unlike the others but she was smaller than them, her frame not designed for combat, it would be a miracle if the power was passed down to her. "That does not stop Morro from coming after us, even those that aren't direct descendants, Akash's sisters' family has just been killed," Skye, (y/n)'s aunt spoke up. Those words thickened the tension in the room, the eight at the table were direct descendants of Akash Windsor and were targets of the family rogue, Morro. 

Avel leaned over to her, "just watch small fry, I'm going to be the next master of wind," he grinned cockily as he whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes, her brother and cousins were egotistical jerks, in her opinion if any of them became the Master of wind, she would disown the family. 

Aethra nodded towards Skye. "This house has withstood storms that has tested its bonds time and time again, we may be on the brink of extinction, but Morro will find that this house is not so easily broken," she said as she glanced over to (y/n) and then back at the table, "our only hope is that the power is handed down to the young ones before it is too late."

"Then name my son Master of wind, name Avel the fifth to wield the power," Favonius' voice rang out as he stood up and pointed at his son. "My boy is strong, intelligent, the pride of my family, he his fit to wield the power."

"And leave my sons out to dry?!" Skye scoffed as she stood from her seat and glared at Favonius. "When our great grandfather passed you were always jealous of Morro," Skye spat, "my sons are just as worthy to wield the power as much as yours!" 

(y/n) sighed as she leaned her head on her hand. She was always forgotten in the shadow of her brother and cousins, she couldn't count the amount of the awards, her grades and achievements, she still shone less than the male heirs of the family. She couldn't wait to give them a reality check, she had to bend to the will and wants of her sibling and cousin for far too long and one day that would all change. "That is enough!" Aethra snapped, "none of us have the power to decide the next Master of wind, let along name he or she!"

Favonius scoffed as he sat back down. He scowled at (y/n) from the corner of his eyes but focused on the head of the house. "The wind has a free will, we have no power to tame it, not yet at least," she grumbled, "the meeting is adjourned," she said as she stood from the table, everyone in the room bowed to Aethra and left.