If Creator Was In Ninjago (Volume 1)

First Meeting (Chapter 2)

~LucasV's point of view~

I look around Jumagi village with curiosity as I start walking. The village is lively, with people bustling about, and I can't help but admire the quaint, charming surroundings. The architecture is simple yet elegant, with wooden houses lining the cobblestone streets, their rooftops sloping gently under the weight of time. The air is fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of children laughing.

Just as I'm lost in the beauty of it all, someone suddenly bumps into me, sending me stumbling forward. I fall to the ground, instinctively holding my head as a sharp pain shoots through it. Shaking my head to clear the dizziness, I turn to see who it was, and my eyes widen in shock.

It's Lloyd Garmadon, but not the older, more confident version I've seen in my story. This is Lloyd as a ten-year-old, fresh from Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys, where his mother Misako put him for his own protection. His face is a mix of confusion and defiance, typical of a child thrust into a world he doesn't fully understand.

'Lloyd?!' I think, my mind reeling from the sudden encounter. How is this possible? How did I end up here, meeting him like this?

Snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly reach out a hand to help him up. "Are you okay?" I ask, my voice laced with concern. Lloyd winces slightly, holding his head with one hand while grasping mine with the other.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbles, though his eyes dart around, clearly wary. He's trying to play it cool, but I can tell he's just as surprised as I am by this collision.

As he stands up, I notice the traces of loneliness and frustration in his expression, feelings I know all too well. I've read about his struggles, the way he's been misunderstood and isolated, but seeing it in person is different. It's more real, more heartbreaking.

I offer him a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention," I say, trying to ease the tension. "What are you doing out here?"

Lloyd looks at me, still a bit guarded, but there's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Just... exploring," he replies, his voice softening slightly. "Who are you, anyway? You don't look like you're from around here."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to explain my situation. How do I tell him that I'm from another world, one where his entire life is just a story I created? But then I decide to keep it simple, at least for now.

"My name's LucasV," I say, offering my hand again, this time for a proper introduction. "I'm kind of new here too."

Lloyd eyes me for a moment, then slowly shakes my hand. "I'm Lloyd," he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. There's a hint of trust forming between us, a bond that feels important, even though I'm not sure where it will lead.

As we stand there, surrounded by the vibrant life of Jumagi village, I can't shake the feeling that this encounter is just the beginning of something much bigger. My story has somehow come to life, and now I'm part of it, with all its challenges and mysteries. And Lloyd, this young, troubled boy, might just be the key to unlocking it all.

Before I could say another word, a loud bell rang out, echoing through the village. The sound was sharp and sudden, coming from the direction of the Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys. Confusion and curiosity stirred within me as I watched Lloyd's reaction.

His eyes widened in realization, and without a word, he turned and bolted towards the school.I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. The bell, the school-it all seemed so familiar, yet so surreal. This place, Darkley's, wasn't just any school; it was a central piece of the story I had crafted. It was where Lloyd had lived, struggled, and grown, surrounded by other boys who were as lost and misguided as he once was.Without thinking, I decided to follow him. Keeping my distance, I moved quickly, trying to stay out of sight.

The cobblestone streets transitioned into a dirt path that led toward the school, and soon, the imposing building came into view. Its dark, looming structure was just as I had imagined it-intimidating and unwelcoming, with tall iron gates and windows that seemed to trap the light inside.As I got closer, I could see Lloyd rushing through the gates, disappearing into the shadows of the entrance.

I slowed my pace, keeping my steps light, and carefully approached the gates. My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and anxiety. I had written about this place, shaped its every detail, yet now, seeing it in person, it felt more ominous, more alive.Peering through the gates, I could see the other boys milling about in the courtyard, some of them whispering to each other, while others stood alone, lost in their thoughts. The atmosphere was tense, as if the very walls of the school were imbued with the harshness that its students endured. I could sense the weight of the expectations and the rigid discipline that hung over the place, suffocating the spirits of the young boys trapped within.Lloyd was already inside, probably trying to avoid any trouble for being late. I knew what awaited him here-loneliness, ridicule, the pressure to become something he wasn't. It made my heart ache to think of how much he had suffered, all in the name of becoming the villain he never wanted to be.I stayed hidden near the gate, watching as the last few stragglers entered the school. I had to be careful not to get caught, but I also had to find a way inside.

I needed to see more, to understand how this world was mirroring the story I had written. And most importantly, I needed to be there for Lloyd, to help him in ways I hadn't been able to when I was merely a writer.My mind raced with possibilities as I began to formulate a plan. The story had brought me here for a reason, and now it was up to me to navigate this world and uncover the truth behind my strange and unexpected journey, even though that my existence already change the story.

Determined to understand more and help Lloyd, I knew I had to get inside the school. I focused on my powers, feeling a familiar surge of energy. With a concentrated effort, I teleported silently to a spot directly in front of one of the classroom windows. I peered through the glass, my heart racing with anticipation.I quickly activated my invisibility, ensuring that no one would see me. The school's interior was dimly lit, and the classroom I was observing was filled with a mixture of uneasy chatter and the shuffling of papers. I could see Lloyd sitting at a desk near the back, his posture tense and his eyes darting around as if waiting for something-perhaps a sign that this day would be different.

The classroom was stark and functional, with wooden desks arranged in neat rows. The walls were lined with old posters and charts, and a large blackboard dominated the front of the room. The teacher's desk was positioned in front of the class, and the teacher, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, was busily marking papers, seemingly oblivious to the tension among her students. I observed the room carefully, noting how Lloyd interacted with his classmates. The other boys, though trying to act nonchalant, cast furtive glances in his direction. Some of them whispered, and a few exchanged knowing looks.

The atmosphere was one of palpable discomfort, with the boys navigating their way through a web of unspoken rules and hidden anxieties.Lloyd's attention seemed to be focused on the teacher, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. His fingers drummed impatiently on his desk, and I could see the strain in his shoulders as he tried to maintain composure. I wanted to reach out to him, to offer some comfort or guidance, but I knew I had to be careful. Revealing myself now could create more problems than it would solve.

As I continued to watch, the bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. The boys began to pack up their things, and Lloyd quickly gathered his belongings. He moved with purpose, clearly eager to escape the confines of the classroom. I stayed hidden, following his movements with my eyes, until he slipped out of the room and into the hallway.

I waited a few moments before making my move. Once the classroom was empty, I slipped inside, still invisible, and began to explore. The corridor was filled with the sounds of students transitioning between classes, their voices echoing off the walls.

I walked cautiously, keeping an ear out for any sign of trouble.As I moved deeper into the school, I realized that my task was far from over. I needed to understand the full extent of Lloyd's struggles and find a way to make a difference.

The walls seemed to close in around me, and I could feel the weight of the school's oppressive environment pressing down on me.I continued my search, determined to uncover the secrets of Darkley's Boarding School and to help Lloyd navigate the challenges that lay ahead but I didn't do it as I continue to see him doing his homework and other stuff that he did in school.