Ninjago Shorts

Regrets

So, I saw this photo and it moved me so much that I had to make it into a short story, I hope you like it. (Recommended before reading- look at photo (if you can) and have knowledge of (aka, watched) the ninjago episode "Child's Play")

Lloyd's room remained silent and empty after the ninja's returned from attacking the grundle. He had gone straight to the bathroom and taken his shirt off, looking at himself in the mirror. His own body was so..... alien to him now... He'd gone from 9 to 21 in a matter of seconds..... all thanks to that stupid tea.
As he stared at his reflection, his hands tightly clutching the edge of the sink, he replayed what happened in his head.
He stood in front of the grundle, holding the Tomorrow's tea that would turn the ninja's back to their original ages. They were pressed into the corner of the comic book store, injured and bleeding, behind Lloyd. They were watching him as he looked at the glass jar in his hand that held the tea.
"You'll miss out on the rest of your childhood dude!" Jay shouted, clutching a wound on his arm.
"We can do that to you, it's just not fair!" Kai added desperately.
Lloyd had looked over his shoulder at them and said, "Fair? Fair isn't a word from where I come from." Then he used the Tomorrow's tea, throwing it at the grundle.
The glass jar shattered against the hard dinosaur's side and purplish clouds engulfed the grundle, ninja's, and Lloyd. The grundle turned back to dust and bones, and the ninjas were back to their original age, but Lloyd had aged by 12 years. When he stood up he looked at his hands and could feel the mass amount of power flowing through his veins. The power that he would use to destroy his father, the dark lord, as the prophecy had said.
Lloyd grits his teeth and hangs his head, covering his eyes with his hand as his regrets crash through him. "Why....." He whispers as he sinks to the floor and wraps his arms around his knees, resting his forehead on his arms with his back against the wall.
He stays there for a long time till he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up, expecting to see his uncle, but he sees.... her...... She kneels in front of him and his heart skips a beat as he looks at her. The sides of her face are curtained by her long brown hair and her eyes are worried, gentle, and full of wisdom, showing that she is much older than she looks. He wears a loose blue sweater, one sleeve sliding off her shoulder, and gray jeans.
Lloyd looks away, his heart won't stop fluttering. Her hand is still on his shoulder, her touch sending chills down his spine and heat over his skin. What were these feelings? Where did they come from? Why were they so powerful? She was kind to him before, and he thought that she had looked nice, but now..... he has no words.
"What's wrong?" Leray asks gently.
"Nothing he grunts."
She gently brushes her hand against his cheek, her fingers coming away wet. "Then why are you crying?"
It takes a second for him to be able to reply. "I...I'm not......" He says, refusing to acknowledge the tears that run down his cheeks.
She doesn't reply, only gently strokes his golden blond hair as he cries himself to sleep.