• Requested by @–soulshardz– •
Third Person POV
"Hey, Garmadon!"
Your chipper greeting turned the head of your mentor.
"Sensei," He corrected with a smile.
"Right, 'Sensei,'" You playfully sneered as you took a seat on the floor, crossing your legs.
"You're early again, Y/N. Any particular reason why?" He hummed, placing his arms behind his back.
"Because I like talking to you! It's hard to get a word in when everyone else is here."
"Well, you know that my door is always open."
As soon as he said that, the rest of his class came walking in, one by one taking seats on the vinyl ground.
Finally, Garmadon unfolded his lesson, casually strolling around the circle, speaking with the volume of a clap of thunder.
You had been taking Garmadon's lessons for only a few weeks, but with each day, you couldn't help but grow more and more interested in him. While all of your fellow classmates saw him as a strict teacher, you saw him as a friend; a strict friend, but a friend, no less.
Suddenly, he called on one of your classmates to use as a "volunteer" for his example. The boy jumped where he sat, swallowing back a lump in his throat. You watched as he timidly rose to his feet, moving closer to the center of the circle where Sensei stood. You, along with the class, stifled a giggle as Garmadon proceeded to throw the volunteer over his shoulder, landing him flat on his back.
"....you were supposed to fight back," Garmadon flatly said as he pulled the groaning boy up.
"I was..?"
Garmadon sighed, nodding. As the student returned to his seat, Garmadon abruptly clapped his hands together, announcing, "Alright! Class is dismissed today! Or at least, until my brother comes back to teach you for the rest of the day."
With that, everyone made it their ultimate mission to get out and make the best of their day before their other Sensei came back from his break.
You, on the other hand, stayed behind as your fellow classmates scrambled for the door. Even Garmadon seemed to be in a hurry to leave, for some reason. Speak, you fool!
"I thought your lesson was especially good today, Garmadon," You smiled, trying to break the silence.
Garmadon stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face you. His flat expression made your face drop.
"Oh. Sensei. Sorry," You laughed nervously.
"No, no, it's not just that," He muttered. "I know for a fact that you weren't paying attention. I don't think you have been for quite a few days now."
Your heart began thumping. Uh oh. How were you supposed to get out of that?
You began to think up a response, but he put a hand up the second your mouth dropped open.
"It's not that I'm mad at you, Y/N," He said, to which you let out a sigh of relief. "I just would like to know why. Is something on your mind?"
You just smiled, shrugging. "I don't know. Just thinking, I guess."
He shook his head, chuckling as he offered a hand out. "Fine. As long as you try to pay attention next time, I'll let it slide."
You continued to hold your uncomfortably large smile up as you accepted his hand. Getting to your feet, he said, "You might want to leave. My brother won't allow breaks once he gets started on his lesson."
"Okay! See you later, Garmadon!" You shouted as you ran out of the building, hearing a quiet "Sensei" being muttered as you left earshot.
You couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth for some reason.
You weren't exactly lying by telling him that you were thinking, you just didn't know how to tell him about what you were thinking about.
"Maybe it was just a one time thing..." You thought, slowing down to a halt next to a bench where your classmates were crowding around. "Maybe it was just a weird dream. I mean, I get them all the time! It couldn't have meant anything."
Your train of thoughts shattered as Sensei Wu's voice rang out, "Everybody inside! Time to continue training!" Maybe if you got it off your mind, you wouldn't dream about it again.
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As the inky, indigo-ish darkness of nightfall covered the grounds of the monastery, you were settling down for bed at the extremely unreasonable time of 9:30. Why? Because you thought that going to bed early would help you prevent dreaming, though that's a ridiculous idea.
You turned out the light and laid back onto the cushiony surface. You closed your eyes...and nothing happened.
Sleep didn't happen, even though that was the intended goal. Then, before you knew it, the dreaded memories of your dream started slipping into your mind.
Soon enough, you decided to turn your light back on and try to distract yourself. You read what few books you had, you paced the room, you tried counting to 100, but nothing was working.
You were exhausted, but couldn't turn your brain off long enough to take a break. Eventually, you sat down on your bed and began to read a magazine until you fell asleep.
~~~~
There he stood.
Over eight feet tall, his shadow loomed over a familiar figure.
"Don't do this, Father! I won't fight you!"
A cold sweat appeared on your brow. It couldn't be. It just couldn't!
A shrill scream was cut short as you witnessed the monster plunge a long sword into the shivering boy's chest, leaving the blade in his stiffened body.
You let out a noise; it almost resembled a sob, a gasp, or maybe even a shriek.
The creature stood up, fully extending his long body, stretching out all four of his arms. His head slowly turned to face you, his red eyes flickering with a grim smile.
Before you knew it, he pulled the sword out of the corpse in front of him and lunged forward.
He pushed the sword ahead of him, directing it to soar into your trembling chest as you released a breathless squeal.
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You jerked your head up with a shout. A ripping sound came from a part of the magazine you were reading, which was now plastered to your face with sweat.
You spun your head around in each direction, realizing that it was all just the same dream you've had for days.
"This is the last straw," You thought, tearing the page off of your damp cheek. You flopped onto the bed, crushing your head with a pillow. "I'm gonna ask him about it if it kills me!"
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Sadly for you, you couldn't get back to sleep after having the dream. With dark circles under your eyes, you stomped into the temple where you trained every morning. Your loud footsteps grabbed the attention of your teacher.
"Is the ground not hard enough for you, Y/N?" He joked quietly, watching as you took a seat on the floor, like always. He took notice of your exhausted, yet frustrated expression. "Is everything okay?"
"No. Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about," You yawned, pausing to look up into his eyes to see if he was listening. "I...well, I've been having a weird dream. It always starts the same way. It's dark, but then I see lights and two people fighting. I thought it was just two random people, but then the person being attacked sounded like Lloyd and he...he called the person attacking him 'father.'"
You sat completely still as you saw Garmadon's eyes go wide. "I know, it sounds stupid. I just wanted to get it off my-."
"It was me," He blurted out.
You tilted your head to the side with a raised brow. "What?"
"Your dream; that...actually happened."
You couldn't think up a reply like you usually could. Instead, you sat dumbfounded.
"B-but...how?! You don't look like.." You gestured wildly with your hands towards his body. "..like that thing in my dream! It-it had four arms and....and horns and....you..!"
He sat down across from you. "I know. Lloyd saved me from it all."
From the shameful look in his eyes, you could tell that you had accidentally crossed quite a few lines in his comfort zone. As you went to apologize, he rose to his feet, whispering, "I understand if you don't trust me after this."
Immediately, you shot up, looking him dead in the eye. "Sensei, it's okay. It's like Sensei Wu says; 'The past is the past.'"
With a slight smile, he finished the quote, "'But there's always the future.'"
You both stood in silence until the door opened with the rest of the class pouring in. Before you sat down with everyone else, he whispered, "We'll talk later, okay?"
You nodded as you took a seat, awaiting his next lesson.
Word Count: 1,467 Words.
(Wow, this one is the longest one I've made! Sorry if it seemed dragged out, I've had a lot on my mind recently. My grandma died last week, heavy thunderstorms/hurricanes keep happening, the church that I go to won't take COVID seriously, fun stuff. (:
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