Warnings:
- Thoughts of Suicide (Don't read the italics)
- Violence, Blood
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Above the empty courtyard — overlooking the coiling, gold statue of the Golden Dragon, the First Spinjitzu Masters personal symbol — perched on the warm sun baked red tiles was [M/n], reading peacefully in the sunlight.
The sounds of the ninjas video game echoed slightly within the spacious courtyard as he read through a book, gifted to him by Zane. It wasn't loud enough to truly irritate, acting as background noise while he allowed the sun to warm his skin. It was easy enough to ignore them, though he paused his reading when the great oak doors leading inside opened but were unaccompanied by the sound of footsteps.
"Have you seen your brothers?"
"Gaming Room."
Wu sighed, disappointed. "Of course."
The large, red oak door closed behind him and the courtyard was once more filled with faint sounds of yelling and cheering. The shouts became louder, more distressed, as they yelled at Sensei Wu for whatever he had done to stop them, irritating [M/n]. Sitting up, he placed a bookmark in place and set the book aside, away from the edge so it wouldn't fall.
His hand drifted to rest on the handle of one of the Golden Tessens sheathed at his hips, allowing his mind to wander.
The 5 Golden Weapons were unlike anything he'd ever seen, though he, of course, had a natural preference for his own. The fabric covering the 9 'bones' of the fan had black thread in the shape of a foxes long, fluffy tail. Each bone had a hidden, retractable blade that was strong enough to slice through skin, muscle and even bone.
The rest of the fan was a beautiful shade of gold that [M/n] had never seen before, though his memory couldn't exactly be considered reliable after being in a coma and waking with amnesia.
For the past 6 months — since he had retrieved the Tessens, as the sun fell and the moon rose, the time when his Nether felt strongest — he trained. The Tessens worked as an anchor, giving him a point to summon his element towards but he refused to allow himself to use the weapons as crutchs.
The increase in shouting pulled him from the depths of his own mind, and he tilted his head to the side to try and pinpoint the cause.
Footsteps. Heavy but coordinated, he placed them as Nyas and patiently waited for her. He was proven right as she burst through the Monastery doors, searching the courtyard for him as her breathing picked up slightly.
A sharp whistle had her head snapping up, eyes finding his. Without prompting, she shouted "Lord Garmadon’s returned! He’s been spotted in Jamanakai Village!”
The poor girl was then nearly ran over by the ninja running out as they scrambled to get to the stables where their dragons waited.
[M/n] dropped to the ground, twisting into his Spinjitzu once he had landed solidly, changing into his GI. The soft shade of purple had once made him the target of the ninjas jokes but after he collectively whooped their asses, and saved them, it had stopped.
Making it to the stables he was witness to the ninja struggling to climb onto their dragons, who looked bored. Wu, on the other hand, looked on in genuine disbelief as if he hadn't realized the ninja had been slacking off on their training for well over two months.
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Querencia
Fanfiction(n.) A place where one feels safe, a place from which one's strength of character is drawn. [M/n] Caelestis has no memory of who he is, relying entirely upon Sensei Wu to fill in the gaps. With knowledge, a history, skills, and a willingness to kill...
