(A fair warning before you read this?
The first chapter is very long, but it's not NECESSARY to the story to read it, so you can skip to Chapter Two if you want
Thank you for listening!
-Author)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"
Chapter One, Draft Three (Finished?)
(A Big Welcome Back.. Sort Of)
"Morro Aventius Garmadon. Your charges are for theft, breaking and entering, and assault upon Pluto Vacci. You are sentenced to fifty years in prison. Do you plea innocence?"
The stubborn and slightly vulgar Wind Elemental stood before the judge, shackles tight around his wrists, his gray undershirt shredded and his pants caked in a thick layer of dark mud. He'd been in a struggle not thirty minutes ago, so he was a bit on edge and emotionally ready to lash out at someone if he so desired.
The judge was the slightly faded and frail Ink Elemental, Percival Hayden. A once fine man, but now that he's been using illegal dark magic for his wealth along with his own Element, it's taken some toll on him. Nobody really pointed it out, partially because it's not totally obvious, and partially because nobody cared enough.
"I am guilty. But It was not me who did these crimes," Morro finally answered, the few hairs that draped in front of his face gently shifted as he spoke.
"Explain, please,"
"I was under the impression that one of my closest friends was going to die if I hadn't done these things,"
the shackles clanked against each other as he spoke, with his mouth and with his hands,
"Somebody forced you?"
"Yes,"
"Do you have a name?"
"Well, it's not exactly clear as to whether or not I should-"
Percival slammed his fist on the wood table in before him,
"Do you have a name?"
This took Morro by surprise,
"I.. it's.. I don't think I-"
"Quit your mumbling and get on with it, boy!"
"Harbory! It's Harbory!" he shouted, a small spark of fire slowly growing.
"What? Harbory would do no such thing!"
"Look, you made me swear to keep honest. So I'm gonna keep my word! I'm NOT lying!"
"Where is your proof, then?"
"You know Harbory's been acting stranger than normal lately. They're going off the rails!" he threw his cuffed hands in the air to emphasize the word 'rails', "Something is wrong, and I'm not the one to blame for it. That psychopath IS!"
Percival let out a sigh and slowly leaned back in his chair. Few people inside the room with them would place bets on how many sighs it would take for the small man's last one. A ridiculous bet, really.
He reached up a thin, bony hand to rub the bridge of his nose in thought. Something he often did, as he was constantly in these semi-stressful situations.
"You're right," he agreed, a look of obvious solemn on his face. Then the man turned to one of the guards and said, "go retrieve Harbory for me, please." and dismissed him with a gentle wave of the hand.
Morro had, truthfully been in Harbory's command the whole time, but.. he never wanted to speak up to authority about it. Harbory was cruel and did not hesitate to hurt people, but authority wouldn't do much about it unless.. Harbory did something serious.
The authority, technically speaking, is a group of Elementals only concerned with the the protection of Non-Elementals, physically and mentally. Morro doesn't really see the purpose of these people's intentions towards humans, but.. interacted with both nonetheless.
Percival was the supposed 'leader' of this whole thing, but wasn't doing a very good job 'leading' people. He'll sometimes spend week after week alone in his house practicing dark magic so he can manipulate people's minds instead of helping everyone.
Harbory, at this time, isn't bothering to evade the police. In fact, they're going quite willingly.
Harbory is the Elemental Master of Jasper. A name they created for themselves because of the similarities between their Element and the Element of Amber.
Very.. very unoriginal in my opinion.
As soon as the authorities arrived with Harbory, they were stood next to the young Wind Master, who, as soon as he saw them, seemed to shrink from discomfort and.. an untracable hint of fear.
"Um.. dear Harbory.." Percival began, "this young fellow here is accusing you of holding a close friend of his.. hostage?"
Harbory looked to the left at Morro, (who was nearly shaking from the nerves) with a kind smile. It was the type of smile a murderer gave a victim when they know they can't be pegged for a crime.. yet.
Then their gaze returned to the judge, "Monsieur, I can most assuredly say that.. I have not commited these crimes. I do not know where exactly he got these.. ideas, but.. I have not been holding ANYONE hostage,"
"Ah, but.. where is your proof?"
"My proof..? Word is not.. enough?"
"Word is never enough. Morro, who is the person held captive?"
"Er.. an old friend I used to train with.. sir,"
"Train?"
"You know.. fighting.. and stuff,"
"Oh, right, yes, yes. What is their name, speak up this time,"
"Winfrey Amnesia,"
The crowd's voices started to rise at the mention of the Amnesia boy. He's been missing since the Serpentine War ended and people have been looking for him like crazy. He was sworn protector of one of the artifacts that Vacci made. The Book of Life. It disappeared just after he did, so that made everyone slightly more crazy.
Percival raised his voice to quiet the crowd down, but even after that there was still a bit of mumbling.
"Harbory? Is this true? After all these years?" Percival's eyebrows were a bit furrowed and his silver eyes were wide with worry.. and hope.
Harbory at this point started to worry as well. They didn't actually expect Morro to use their real name. This was a whole different turn of events that they were not ready for. The boy next to them noticed their sudden uncertainty and smirked at their vulnerability.
"I.. I don't.." they had trouble piecing together how they were gonna word this.
"I cannot lie to you, monsieur Hayden.." they sucked in a sharp breath of air, "I have.. been keeping Winfrey hostage.. to get Morro to do my biddin-"
One of the guards lost control of himself and lunged for their throat, getting a very strong grip on their jugular before suddenly being incased in a solid and large block of ice.
Jasper had just used their power on this guard. That's the similarity. But.. Jasper can either cut off everyone's power.. or take one. More than that will kill them.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden commotion, and more guards were already rushing in to contain Harbory and remove the frozen guard's hands.
Soon their wrists were pinned behind their back, and they were facing the judge.
"M-Morro.. you knew about this.. all along?" Percival asked with dismay. He was still clearly in shock.
But Morro nodded.
Percival stood and turned to Harbory, rage boiling in his thin stomach, "You.. I.. where.. are you keeping him?"
"My monastary,"
"Why would you do this? It not only affected the Elementals, but the Non-Elementals as well!"
"Oh, like you give a DAMN about those humans, Percy! All you've ever wanted is their money and attention!" Harbory snapped, and Hayden replied with,
"Yes, but THAT'S NOT ILLEGAL! You KIDNAPPED the only known holder of the Book of Life, and decide you want their powers all to YOURSELF!"
"Percival! I'm not using them for myself! You would not understand. You and your skinny ass only care for that black magic and what it gives you!"
The judge's face had turned a bright red, his nose crinkling in a puffed-up disgust. That kind of disgust that people wore on their sleeves (and faces) when they know they've been beaten.
"Harbory, I trusted you. We all did. But now, knowing that you've had that power all to yourself since the War.. you deserve to rot in jail, for kidnapping, and forcing a child to do your dirty work."
And with that, Percival Hayden slammed the gavel, and Harbory was taken out of the room, screaming curses in French in his general direction.
Morro thought it be best not to correct the judge on the age assumption and kept quiet with pursed lips.
The red in the judge's face had died down, but he now wore a look of disappointment. He didn't really feel bad, though. He'd lost most of those pity feelings since he started manipulating people.
It was finished. People started leaving and Morro was sent free. Then it was over as quickly as it started.
And now.. returning to our French templar in jail.
Already they are sitting on the chain bench, twiddling their thumbs trying to think of a way out. But.. what was the use, anyways? They'd accidentally given Percy.. and literally everyone else the legitimate location of Winfrey. It was all over for their plans now.
"Vole Harbory..? Is that you? Christ, I never thought I'd see the day!"
A slightly stirring voice ripped them from their thoughts, and Harbory looked up to see a very old friend.
"G-Garmadon..?"