Chapter 29 - Darkening Thoughts

Lloyd ran down the hall, clutching the spear close to his body. It was rather heavy, weighing down the boy's small legs, making it difficult to run. But he continued moving, the image of Brad's body convulsing with shadows imprinted upon the back of his eyelids. He couldn't let that happen to anyone else.

Right before reaching the room where the urn had shattered, Lloyd skidded to a stop. His uncle had taught him the differences between right and wrong had made sure to push his mind towards the path of good. His teachings had placed within him an uncontrollable desire to help others.

But this path. . . this path would only veer him away from his father. It might even place them on opposite sides of a battlefield.

A sick feeling twisted Lloyd's tummy. Maybe Gene was right. Maybe it was about time he stopped fighting. He was the son of a dark lord, wasn't he? So why was he attempting to wield a weapon of light?

"What is that?"

Lloyd shook his head, pulling himself away from his confusing cloud of thoughts. He looked at Gene, who was leaning against the wall besides the entrance to the exhibition. Lloyd looked at the weapon in his hands, conflict glowing in his eyes. Should he fight the darkness, or should he fight the light?

"I asked a question," Gene scowled, moving closer. "What are you, an idiot?"

The young green eyed boy held the weapon closer to his chest. He was going to beat the shadowy creature. Not for darkness or for light, but for himself. He was going to teach the little ginger haired boy a lesson. Don't mess with a Garmadon.

"I'm going to destroy that thing," Lloyd nodded towards the exhibition. "And I'm going to get Brad back."

Gene laughed. "You're so, so naïve. You really think you can stop her? She's millions of years older than you! She'll rip you apart."

"I don't plan on losing." Lloyd walked into the room, pushing Gene aside, causing him to fall against the marble floor. A satisfied smirked tugged at the edge of Lloyd's lips, giving him one last bit of confidence before facing the monster before him.

"Wait!" Gene scrambled to his feet. "That's. . . that's the Double-Edged Spear of Luminescence! You can't touch her with that!"

The shadow turned to watch the struggle before her. When she spotted the weapon in the boy's hands, she retreated her shadows closer to the urn. She wasn't powerful enough yet. In her weakened state, even the four-year old had a chance against her.

Gene grabbed the spear, pulling it towards himself. "I won't let you destroy her!"

A smile lit up the shadows features. As long as the two kids were distracted, she had a chance.

"You can't stop me," Lloyd replied, tugging back, trying to pull his weapon away from Gene's grip. "I am Lloyd Garmadon!

Brad's body twitched. Pools of darkness flooded his eyes, and he took a step forward, towards his classmates. He belonged to the shadow now. One wound. One wound was all he'd need to fulfill his purpose.

"I know you're a Garmadon. You don't need to shout it out at me every five minutes." Gene pulled again, harder this time, causing Lloyd to stumble forward a few steps. Neither of their grips were loosened. "But the fact that you're the son of Lord Garmadon means nothing. I am an evil genius. I know things your petty brain couldn't even begin to understand. You can't stop me!"

Brad bent down. There was a small sharp fragment of the broken urn by his feet. It wasn't too big. But it was sharp. It would do.

"Yes I can. And I will!" Lloyd pulled again. Harder. Muscles strengthened with adrenaline and anger.

Brad stumbled closer. His target wasn't too far. Just a little prick. A little droplet of blood. That's all he needed.

"No, you can't. You know why?"

Just a couple of more steps. Neither of the boys seemed to be paying attention to him. It made Brad's job very easy.

"Because you're not willing to hurt me! You're just a little good hearted baby!" Gene pulled on the spear. Lloyd's fingers slid dangerously close to the blade.

Brad raised his arm.

"That's what you think!" Lloyd spat, pulling on the blade then swinging a kick towards Gene's face. His foot made contact with the ginger haired boy's nose, a satisfying crunch echoing across the room.

Lloyd raised the spear, aiming it at the shadow creature.

Brad swung his arm down, directing it towards Lloyd's arm.