The monastery was silent. The soft moonlight slowly poured from the window and the stars twinkled brightly outside. The scarlet red shingles outside practically glowed, and the cobbled stone slabs that made up the floor were so bright that you could see your reflection off them.
Lloyd sat on his bed, unable to sleep. His mind flashed back and fourth from the moments alone he had with Harumi to Chen's Arena and the years in solitude that he spent after Wu's disappearance. Then something else flicked through his head, a memory he couldn't tell if he owned or not. Beautiful quartz columns that held the ceiling up, covered in a indigo covered ivy. Grey moonstone that that's embedded in the walls, engraved with some sort of writing that he wished he could read. He walked through this strange place, his black hooves clicking against the floor like a horses. Then he came into a room with a big circular layout, the columns following. There were doors on the walls, a dark violet coloured wood that had been selected especially for this building. He reached for a handle, before, noticing that he didn't have just one pair of arms, but two.
Lloyd snapped back to reality, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. No, that wasn't real, that memory wasn't his.
Lloyd sighed and quietly shifted onto the floor, trying not to make the floorboards creak and wake someone up. He pushed aside a pile of laundry that had been sitting there since earlier this year and pulled out a box. It was a gift that his father gave him, when he was a Sensei and not…a plant caretaker. He traced his fingers over the green lid before sliding it off. Inside, there was a note from his father and Garmadon's old suit that he had given to Lloyd after… the cursed realm experience. He gently took out the worn silk and rubbed his fingers in it, feeling his eyes burn. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his face and dropping the rob. Something white fluttered out, a small piece of paper. Lloyd bent down and picked it up, wiping the tears from his face. It was a picture, him, his Father and his Mother all in one portrait. He was a baby, cradled in his mothers arms and nestled between both parents. He placed the photo with the others on his desk, spaced out just enough for him to see the people in the frames. Lloyd glared at them, using his hands to lean over the desk and stare. He picked up one where him, Kai and Nya were pictured having ice cream in new Ninjago city. He flipped it around and checked the date, trying to remember what had happened. He continued doing this for the rest of the photos, trying to remember what had happened and who he was with. There were so many from so many different times. Him going undercover as a spy for a motorcycle gang they would later identify as the Sons of Garmadon, fully dressed up to play the part. He had a Mohawk, a leather jacket and everything else he needed. Kai had made fun of him for weeks after that, teasing him and calling him names. Or the other time, when Lloyd needed to dress up as a rice farmer and had chosen a hat that was way too big and looked ridiculous on him, Jay had made fun of him most then. More and more photos, him going undercover or getting a bad haircut or really just changing something drastically about his appearance, and more and more memories coming back to him about the times he was teased, just a big old loop. But then there was one photo, one that he never let anyone see. He had long hair, flowing down his neck like a lions mane, mascara applied to his eyelashes and boots on. He was wearing torn jeans with a green v-neck and the same leather jacket from the other photo. The jacket had a golden dragon that he had spray painted on the back. If anyone had seen this, if anyone saw this, he would be mocked and teased and made fun of forever. He felt a spark of fear burning instead his chest.
But was it just fear? Or did he feel a sense of pride on his particular outfit? Was this the real Lloyd? He put that photo down in the middle of the others and tried desperately to find what he was looking for. Each photo, which outfit, which Lloyd was so much different then the last one. Which one was he? One, none, all? He wanted to know but didn't at the same time. He tried to picture himself in his mind, but he couldn't. Tried to picture what he looked like. Was he anything other then the Green Ninja? Was that all that he was good at? Jay and Nya had inventing, Kai had forging, Cole had rock-climbing and Zane was well… Zane. What do did Lloyd have? He growled and flopped onto his bed miserably. It was so easy for the others to find something they liked, but he always changed his likings and hobbies every month or so. Was he too different? Was it his Oni blood? He curled up into a ball and shut his eyes, trying to picture who he was.
But nothing came to mind.