A/N: So, this isn't quite a full chapter... but my gut was saying to post something for this story and this is all I currently have prepared... plus I can finally post it now that Double Trouble has happened. WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS INCREDIBLY BITTERSWEET AND SOMEWHAT DEPRESSING, DESPITE BEING BARELY ABOVE THREE HUNDRED WORDS (not including this author's note)! YOU MAY CRY, EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO AVOID DETAILS!

This chapter takes place a year after the last flashback and two years before the main body of the fic, so in this Lloyd is six.

Review Replies:

ScarlettParker18: Yep. This one's short too, but... not sweet. Well, maybe a little sweet...

arrowchristian: I'm glad you enjoyed it! It was pretty fun to write. And speaking of Gren...

Lloyd collapsed onto the wooden shelf he called his bed. He wasn't as exhausted as usual, mostly because he'd pretended to be unable to comply. It hurt, but it was nice to finally be alone again. Plus, it wasn't like the shelf could be further bloodstained.

Although, as nice as being alone was, he desperately wanted someone to talk to. Someone who would sit with him instead of commanding him around or hurting him. Maybe if his dad was still around he'd be there, but he had gotten banished to the underworld about five years ago, when Lloyd had been just one. He'd grown up with letters from him, which someone always read to Lloyd until he got old enough to read them himself. He hadn't read any in awhile, about a year by his estimates, but he knew Garmadon still sent them since one of his masters, the teachers, had burned them in front of him just last week after he'd tried to run away. It still hurt.

But, maybe he could have a companion. He didn't know the limits to his powers, other than it being linked to his own energy, and he didn't have much to lose. He'd get beat, sure, but they wouldn't kill him.

Slowly, he forced his power to his fingertips. He glared at the green ball, it was about time that this curse did something good for him, so he closed his eyes and pushed harder. For once not trying to destroy, but hoping to create.

It was hard, but then something... clicked. Something nuzzled his arm. Exhausted, he glanced up.

A tiny green dragon sat there. It was the size of the palm of his hand, but it was there.

It nuzzled his arm again.

Lloyd laughed so hard he cried.

There we have it, the origin story of Gren. It's not quite as sweet as other chapters with Gren, but it's something I wrote way back when I first started typing this story up. I hope you all enjoyed! Please, if you have the time, let me know what you think!

Also, by the way, I changed my username to fit the one I use on other sites. :)