People really underestimated he sheer amount of trauma you had. And it just kept building up. You saw it sort of as a... well... bottle of sorts. And the trauma was water. And eventually the water pressure would be too much, and boom, it would break down.

Child of the Dark Lord, Grandchild of the First Spinjitzu Master, forgotten, chosen one, destiny, green ninja, Ultimate Spinjitzu Master, golden ninja, leader, dragon, oni, human, hero.

That's what people called you. But who knew who you actually were?

The Ninja.

Your friends- no. No. Your family.

They were your older brothers as much as you tried to deny it. And Nya was your older sister.

You were up late one night, just lying in your bed and staring into space - spiraling.