I had a headcanon that when Lloyd defeated the Overlord the first time, the Overlord sorta poisoned him, and it had been killing him from then on, the Overlord not wanting there to be a chance for Lloyd to exist when a possible new evil could come to tip the balance.
Monday1113 Does Not Own Ninjago.
I knew it was coming. It wasn't unexpected to me, or Sensei, or my parents. I had told them.
I just ran out of time to tell the others.
My plan was to tell them last night, to let them know that even if I had told them earlier, there would have been nothing they could to do to save me, that I was going to die either way. I didn't get to though. Everyone else had been in such a good mood, I could bring myself to say it.
Lying in my bed before the others were going to turn out the lights, I felt myself going numb.
Even though I had promised myself I wouldn't fight it, I still did, letting out choked sounds to try to tell the others, who were leaning over me, trying to help me, that I knew what this was. My uncle ran into the room as I left this world.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on my cot, the others wide awake, sitting in silence, it must not have been long since I died. I could feel warmth coming from my corpse under me.
"It wasn't painful." I said, sitting up. "Even though it sounded painful, it wasn't. I just couldn't breathe." I was the only one who could hear my own words.
The others all sorta stared hollowly at my bed. If they weren't still awake, I'd have tried to pull the sheet off of my body, to see what I looked like. Since I had been killed by taking the darkness in, I could bet it wasn't pretty.
Jay was the first one to speak. "So he's really...gone." Jay sounded like he was a million years old, voice thick with sorrow, and none of the spark he usually had.
No one else spoke, and I just sat there on my bed, waiting for someone else to speak.
It never came. One by one, the others fell asleep, Kai and Cole half slumped against the wall, while Jay just flat-out crashed on his bed. Zane was the last to fall asleep, lying down peacefully. No one even bothered with turning out the lights.
No one wanted to be with a corpse in the dark.
My parents arrived early the next morning, even though I could tell they were upset, they also were understanding. I had told them a month ago, when I first felt the effects of what I had done were beginning to kill me.
The others left the apartment, leaving my parents with my uncle, and my body.
My father knelt by my bed, pulling the sheet from over my head.
It was sort of relieving to see that I hadn't really changed. My skin looked duller, and a lot paler, lips slightly tinged blue. The only sign of my cause of death were the dark purple that leached out like tiny veins, criss-crossing over my skin. Someone had closed my eyes, and I looked like I could have just been sleeping, but anyone who looked closer could tell that I was dead.
"You can feel it." My mother said, kneeling next to my father. His shoulders shook a little, and I could sense how upset he was. "His energy. It's still here."
They both nodded. "Lloyd's spirit will be here until he passes his own powers to someone, and then he'll be able to vanish." My father said. He stood up, and looked right at me. I sort of wondered if he could see me for a minute, but then he turned to my mom. "He can't leave until he's found the next Spinjitzu master."
I felt myself sink through the floor like a typical ghost would.
I was stuck here.
I had to find my own replacement.
I may or may not just want to write some little crap fic where Lloyd picks Brad to be his replacement, and Lloyd refuses to leave, taking on the role of being some highly annoying spirit, sorta like the Overlord kinda does. (Yeah, Lloyd will have a spirit orb form similar to the Overlords' form that the others can see him in).