i wrote this thing in like 20 minutes and it shows. but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless
Lloyd Garmadon had never met his father, but he was more grateful to him than he was to any other person. Besides maybe Brad, but- no one needed to know that. After all, Lloyd was the son of the Dark Lord, and if his peers found out that he had a friend, that probably wouldn't end well.
But the point was that Lloyd was grateful to his father. Without the name 'Garmadon' stuck on him, he knew he never would've lasted as long as he had at Darkley's. He assumed that his red eyes and borderline-fangs also came from his father, because they seemed like traits a Dark Lord would have. They were good for intimidation, or at least Lloyd hoped so. Otherwise, he'd probably looked pretty stupid in the past few years since he'd arrived at his school.
He wasn't exactly sure how long he'd been at Darkley's, in the same way that he wasn't sure how old he was. He guessed he was around 6 or 7, or maybe 8 and just scrawny. But he could distinctly remember being at school for at least 3 years, so he was leaning more towards the latter.
But his age didn't matter, and neither did how long he'd been a student. None of the other boys seemed to give a thought to it, but Lloyd just thought it'd be nice to know. Kind of like the identity of his mother- he didn't care, of course, that'd be ridiculous- but...it'd be nice to have a name. A face. Some scrap of memory.
He did have a memory of his uncle, or so he thought. And, unfortunately, he seemed way less cool than his brother, the Dark Lord Garmadon. From what Lloyd could recall, his uncle was just quiet and kind and liked tea. Deep down, though, Lloyd kind of missed him and his warm, sunny monastery. He assumed that's where he used to live, before...well, before Darkley's. It seemed a little weird that he'd go from living with his goodie-goodie uncle to a school for future villains, but who was Lloyd to complain? Now instead of growing up to be boring and actually liking tea, he was going to be cool and rule over Ninjago.
There was a flicker of uncertainty, of guilt, every time Lloyd said that. He'd managed to push it down pretty well, but the fact that it was there at all unnerved him. He should want to conquer Ninjago, right? That was his destiny, just like it was his father's. They'd probably do it together, once Lloyd was a good enough villain.
But, as much as it disturbed him, as many times as he denied it...there was doubt, if that was what he was supposed to do, buried deep in his heart.
No, he corrected himself. His mind. He didn't have a heart- couldn't. Being a future villain and all.
Heart or not, though, Lloyd had to admit that he made a terrible villain. He didn't do well in his classes(the teachers called him 'too soft' and 'pathetically weak'), and he always tried to stop his peers from tormenting the small animals and bugs they found(the other boys just laughed and did it anyway- and when Lloyd intervened, he'd get beat to a pulp every time). But he was improving. When he was younger he had cried a lot, had been afraid of things and felt guilt. As Lloyd had gotten a bit older, though, he'd stopped doing those, at least in front of others. He was going to be a great villain, the best in Ninjago, and make his father proud. It was just...going to take some time.