The day had started quietly at the monastery, with the First Spinjitzu Master having left for one of his long journeys, leaving you alone in your room, surrounded by the calming quiet of the mountains. Though the Master had taken you in, nurturing your potential and showing you how to control the powerful, chaotic force within you, his sons—Wu and Garmadon—had yet to meet you. You still felt like an outsider, especially with your powers of corruption, the delicate balance of creation and destruction that had caused so much fear in your old village. The memories of your exile haunted you, and you couldn’t shake the worry that they might think the same of you.

That’s when you heard footsteps echoing through the monastery halls. Curious but anxious, you peered from your doorway, only to be met with the sight of a tall, imposing figure with a black robe and dark, intense eyes. He looked nothing like the First Spinjitzu Master, and you felt a chill creep up your spine.

Garmadon.

You'd heard of him in passing—Wu's older brother, the firstborn of the Master. But seeing him in person was something else entirely. His presence was powerful, intimidating, and you found yourself shrinking back into the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed.

But he noticed.

He stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, you thought about running, hiding before things could go wrong, before he could judge you like your old village had. But he didn’t lash out. Instead, his expression softened, and he approached you slowly, his voice deep yet unexpectedly calm.

“I am Garmadon, Wu's older brother, and the son of the First Spinjitzu Master. Who are you?” His tone was patient, curious even, though you could sense something more behind his eyes—a mix of calculation and intrigue.