Gang of Youths ••• What Can I Do If The Fire Goes Out? •••
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can you still show me the way?
can you still show me a light?
'cause i was only a kid
when i fell and you left me behind, oh
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TW: death(?)
I stared at the spot where Lloyd and Morro had disappeared with darting eyes, holding my breath. Dad stood next to me, eyeing the sky with his precise glare.
"Wh- where did he..?" I trailed off, panic growing in my chest. "Where did Lloyd go!" Dad was at a loss for words. Jonesy had appeared, huffing with exertion before swearing at the sight of the preeminent. "What the hell..." Ronin squinted his eyes and my attention fell onto the monster. Ghosts were lifting up entire houses, attaching them to the embodiment of the cursed realm. The buildings merged with the monster, more and more attaching to her tentacles. The gaping hole in the side of her kept leaking gold but was slowly beginning to close. The buildings kept on coming, sticking to her like glue. My eyes widened as I realised what they were doing. "They're building her a suit," I noted in a horrified voice as I grabbed at the railing with white-knuckled fists. "They're preventing her from touching the water!"
No... no, no, nononono! This wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't in the plan. Where was Lloyd? Morro? The realm crystal? Where was a clear path to victory that I so desperately wished I could see? "And Lloyd used the power I specifically told him not to," Garmadon ran a stressed hand down his face. "If he isn't careful, that could backfire badly on him and..." 'And may never see him again' hung in the air like an unspoken threat. I gulped, deciding to focus on something that could make me feel like my chest hadn't been ripped open. "Why is he glowing?" I asked, clearing my voice to quell the shakiness. "I've never seen him do that before. A- and he was leaking gold." Garmadon sighed, staring hard at the preeminent. "He's using the golden dragon fighting technique. It's an ancient fighting style used by his grandfather and it only truly works if the others bequeath him their powers," he elaborated in a rolling grumble. "But since he gave up the golden ninja title, he hasn't been able to access that kind of power again. This is just a fraction of what has been left over in him."
"A fraction?" I echoed in disbelief, tearing my eyes away from our adversary to send Garmadon an astonished look. "He blew a hole right through the preeminent and this is only a fraction?" "There is a reason why I tell him not to use it," Garmadon shook his head as he continued. "Using this reserve power leaves him exhausted for more than a week. He is no longer the golden ninja, his body simply cannot handle this type of strain. Yet he is stubborn to no bounds." "How can he fight if his body won't let him?" Dad asked, holding onto the railing with just as tight a grip is I as he watched the rest of the team try to keep the preeminent back. His comm crackled to life and he stepped back to answer. "Do you think he'll be okay?" I asked in a meek voice as my eyes kept jumping to the sky, just incase a vortex decided to reappear. It was Jonesy who answered, slapping my back with an exuberant grin.
