#lloyd stop being on the brink of death

[lloydlings]

no but you don’t understand you can’t do this to me !!! im not okay

[sunflowercider]

I think one of the funniest differences so far between Rakiel and Lloyd is the fact that Rakiel cant stop fucking lying. It's not like Lloyd didn't ever lie, he certainly told some fibs, but Lloyd didn't have to most of the time. His silver tongue usual could charm the other person into doing what he wanted.

Lloyd needs to speak to and convince a foreign royal to do something he wants? Dazzle the palace with shameless behavior until he can't be ignored, and then charm them with an offer for something they really need in exchange for what he wants. Rakiel? Hell yeah, two Lie Tickets, lets goooo. Lloyd needs/wants to refuse a million marriage proposals? He refuses them point blank, and in the case of Namaran, even convinces them that she would be better off becoming the next ruler. Rakiel? Tricks his brother into owing him a favor in order to trick all these women that he's on the brink of death and not worth courting.

And I'm not being mean to Rakiel, I just think it's funny and actually really interesting. The main difference I feel here is that Lloyd started with no power or money, and Rakiel is the dang Crown Prince. Lloyd had to learn in his original life and in his second one to get what he needed and wanted using his only weapon - his words. Rakiel had a hard time as well, but he didn't seem destitute until fairly recently in his past life, and in his new one he has everything he could ever need... except his health.

And thats where the other difference between them comes in! Lloyd had all the time in the world (before Destiny obv) and so he could take his time to set up situations and offer things that all take months. Rakiel does not have that kind of time, he has less than a year to live. So Lloyd can be a little more proper to ensure his long-term relationships (working or personal) aren't too upset with him, while Rakiel does not have time for this holy shit.

Anyways. Yeah. I think it's funny the "con man" Lloyd is more honest than "miracle doctor" Rakiel. Lol

[justforbooks]

Sir Stirling Moss, F1 great, dies aged 90

He was content to be known, he often said, as the man who never won the world championship: a way of distinguishing him from those of lesser gifts but better luck who had actually succeeded in winning motor racing’s principal honour. But it was the manner in which Stirling Moss, who has died aged 90, effectively handed the trophy to one of his greatest rivals that established his name as a byword for sporting chivalry, as well as for speed and courage.

It was after the Portuguese Grand Prix on the street circuit at Oporto, the eighth round of the 1958 series, that Moss voluntarily appeared before the stewards to plead the case of Mike Hawthorn, threatened with disqualification from second place for apparently pushing his stalled Ferrari against the direction of the track after spinning on his final lap. Moss, who had won the race in his Vanwall, testified that his compatriot had, in fact, pushed the car on the pavement, and had thus not been on the circuit itself. Hawthorn was reinstated, along with his six championship points. Three months later, when the season ended in Casablanca, he won the title by the margin of a single point from Moss, who was never heard to express regret over his gesture.

Such sportsmanship had become part of his appeal, along with the devil-may-care charisma formerly associated with Battle of Britain fighter pilots. His public image was enhanced by his willingness to invite feature writers and TV cameras into his town house in Shepherd Market, the district of Mayfair in central London where he lived, even when married, in a kind of bachelor-pad splendour amid a panoply of hi-tech gadgets.

The aura continued to surround him long after an accident on the track truncated his career at the age of 32, when he was still in his prime. The sight of Moss, in his later decades, entering the paddock at a race meeting, accompanied by his third wife, the effervescent and indispensable Susie, never failed to draw shoals of fans, photographers and journalists keen to hear his opinion on the latest controversy.

He loved to fight against the odds, and the greatest of his Formula One victories, at the wheel of an obsolete, underpowered Lotus-Climax, came in 1961 at Monaco and the Nürburgring, two circuits that placed the highest demands on skill and nerve. Those wins could be set alongside the epic victory in the 1955 Mille Miglia and the historic triumph in the 1957 British Grand Prix at Aintree, when he and Tony Brooks became the first British drivers to win a round of the world championship series in a British car, prefacing a long period of British domination.

Before his retirement as a professional driver in 1962 he had competed in 529 races, not counting rallies, hill climbs and record attempts. He won 212 of them, an extraordinary 40% success rate. Of the 66 world championship grands prix he entered between 1951 and 1961, he won 16, a ratio unfavourably distorted by early years spent in uncompetitive British cars and by a pronounced share of mechanical misfortune.

He was born to parents who had met at Brooklands, in Surrey, the great cathedral of pre war British motor racing. His father, Alfred, was a descendant of a family of Ashkenazi Jews known, until the end of the 19th century, as Moses. A successful dentist, Alfred Moss also possessed a passion for motor sport, and competed at Brooklands in the 1920s; while studying in the US, he entered the Indianapolis 500, finishing 16th. His wife, Aileen (nee Craufurd), was the great-great-niece of “Black Bob” Craufurd, a hero of the Peninsular war in the early 19th century; an equestrian, she also entered races and rallies in her own three-wheeled Morgan.

When their son was born they were living in Thames Ditton. Two years later, after the birth of a daughter, Pat, they moved to a large house in Bray, Berkshire, called Long White Cloud. Both children rode horses competitively from an early age (Pat was to become a champion horsewoman and rally driver). Stirling, educated at Clewer Manor prep school and Haileybury, Hertfordshire, neither enjoyed nor excelled at academic work. It was at Haileybury that he was subjected to antisemitic bullying for the first time.

He was nine when his father bought him an old Austin Seven, which he drove in the fields surrounding Long White Cloud. At 15 he obtained his first driving licence and, with £50 from his equestrian winnings plus the proceeds from the sale of the Austin, bought his own Morgan. It was followed by an MG (in which he was discovered by Aileen Moss while attempting, aged 17, to surrender his virginity to one of his father’s dental receptionists) and then, in the winter of 1947-48, by a prewar BMW 328. This was the car with which he entered his first competition, organised by the Harrow Car Club, winning his class.

Resistant to the lure of dentistry, he worked briefly as a trainee waiter at various London establishments. But motor racing was where his heart lay, and for his 18th birthday his father bought him a Cooper-JAP, powered by a 500cc motorcycle engine, with which to compete in the new Formula Three series. After a couple of good performances in hill climbs, he entered and won his first single-seater race on the Brough aerodrome circuit in east Yorkshire on 7 April 1948.

Ruled out of national service by bouts of illness, including nephritis, Moss was soon a regular winner against fierce competition and before long he was making occasional trips to races in Italy and France. In May 1950, when a race was held in support of the Monaco Grand Prix, he set the best practice time, won his heat and then won the final.

As his reputation grew, he was approached in 1951 by Enzo Ferrari, who offered him a car for a Formula Two race at Bari, as the prelude to a full contract for the following season. Moss and his father made the long journey down to Puglia, only to discover that the only Ferrari was reserved for another driver, the veteran Piero Taruffi. No explanation was offered and Moss’s fury at such treatment led to a lasting rift and a special sense of satisfaction whenever he managed to beat the Italian team, particularly in a British car.

A victory in the 1954 Sebring 12-hours, sharing the wheel of an OSCA sports car with the American driver Bill Lloyd, opened the season in which he made his international breakthrough. Deciding to take the plunge into Formula One, he and his manager, Ken Gregory, first offered his services to Mercedes-Benz, then on the brink of a return to grand prix racing. When the German team politely indicated that they thought he needed more experience, Gregory and his father negotiated the purchase of a Maserati 250F, the new model from Ferrari’s local rivals.

No racing driver can have invested £5,500 more wisely. Moss and the 250F bonded instantly, and he was soon winning the Aintree 200, his maiden Formula One victory. By the time he entered the car for the German Grand Prix, he was being supported by the official Maserati team, which had recognised his world-beating potential. At Monza that September he was leading the Italian Grand Prix and looking a certainty for his first win in a round of the world championship when an oil pipe broke with 10 laps to go.

Mercedes had taken note, however, and signed him up for 1955, as No 2 to the world champion, Juan Manuel Fangio. Although neither spoke the other’s language, a warm respect grew between them. At Aintree, having won three of the season’s first four races and assured himself of a third world title, Fangio took his turn to sit in the slipstream as Moss became the first Briton to win his home grand prix.

In 1955, too, Moss won the Mille Miglia, the gruelling time trial around 1,000 miles of Italian public roads, in a Mercedes 300SLR sports car. During two reconnaissance runs his co-driver, the journalist Denis Jenkinson, prepared a set of pace notes that were inscribed on a roll of paper, held on a spindle inside a small aluminium box. As they charged from Brescia to Rome and back, Jenkinson scrolled through the notes and shouted instructions to the driver. They completed the course in 10 hours and seven minutes, at an average speed of 97.95mph – a record that stands in perpetuity, since the race was abandoned after several spectators were killed two years later.

When Mercedes bowed out of Formula One at the end of 1955, Moss returned to Maserati while Fangio went to Ferrari. Moss won at Monaco and Monza, finishing runner-up to Fangio in the championship for the second time in a row. However he had always hoped to win grands prix in a British car, and for 1957 he was happy to accept an invitation to drive a Vanwall, a Formula One car built by the industrialist Tony Vandervell at his factory in Acton, west London.

At Aintree, after a patchy start to the season, he fell out of the lead with a misfiring engine. Taking over the car of his team-mate Brooks, who was still suffering from the effects of a crash at Le Mans, he resumed in ninth place and eventually took the lead with 20 laps to go after the clutch of Jean Behra’s Maserati disintegrated and a puncture delayed Hawthorn’s Ferrari. More conclusive were the subsequent victories at Pescara and Monza, when the British car and its driver beat the Italian teams on their home ground.

After Fangio’s retirement in 1958, Moss became his undisputed heir. When Vanwall did not attend the first race of the year, in Buenos Aires, he was allowed to drive a little two-litre Cooper-Climax entered by his friend Rob Walker and, through a clever bluff involving pit stops, managed to beat the Ferraris. Back in the Vanwall, he won the Dutch, Portuguese and Moroccan grands prix, but was again condemned to second place in the final standings, this time behind Hawthorn.

Vandervell was so distressed by the death of Stuart Lewis-Evans, the team’s third driver, in Morocco at the end of the season that he withdrew his cars during the winter, leaving Moss without a drive for 1959. The solution was to form an alliance with Walker, the heir to a whisky fortune, whose Cooper-Climax would be looked after by Moss’s faithful mechanic, Alf Francis, a wartime refugee from Poland. The dark blue car suffered from unreliability until late summer, when Moss took it to victories in Portugal and Italy.

Moss and Walker remained in partnership for 1960, but a fine victory in Monaco with a new Lotus-Climax was followed at Spa by a bad crash during a practice session, the car losing a wheel at around 140mph and hitting a bank with such force that the driver suffered two broken legs, three crushed vertebrae and a broken nose. To general astonishment he was back at the wheel inside two months, winning his comeback race in a Lotus sports car.

In 1961 his virtuosity overcame the limitations of Walker’s ageing Lotus and its four-cylinder engine. Twice he outran the V6 Ferraris of Wolfgang von Trips, Phil Hill and Richie Ginther, first in a mad chase at Monaco and then, on a wet track, at the 14-mile Nürburgring. He was at the height of his powers and the only problem was to find cars good enough to match his brilliance.

Before the start of the 1962 season Enzo Ferrari offered to supply his latest car, to be run in Walker’s colours. Old resentments were cast aside and Moss accepted this rare invitation. But an accident at Goodwood, at the wheel of a Lotus, meant that it was never put to the test.

No conclusive evidence has ever emerged to explain why, on that Easter Monday, his car went straight on at St Mary’s, a fast right hander, and hit an earth bank. It took 40 minutes to cut his unconscious body out of the crumpled wreckage.

The outward signs of physical damage – severe facial wounds, a crushed left cheekbone, a displaced eye socket, a broken arm, a double fracture of the leg at knee and ankle, and many bad cuts – were less significant than the deep bruising to the right side of his brain, which put him in a coma for a month and left him paralysed in the left side for six months, with his survival a matter of national concern.

After lengthy treatment, convalescence and corrective surgery, he started driving on the road again. And in May 1963, a year and a week after the accident, he returned to Goodwood, lapping in a Lotus sports car for half an hour on a damp track. When he returned to the pits, it was with bad news. The old reflexes, he believed, had been dulled, and without that sharpness he could only be an ex-racing driver. In the fullness of time, he came to regret the decision. Had he postponed it a further two or three years, he felt, his recovery would have been complete and, at 35, he might have had several seasons at the top ahead of him.

Instead he occupied himself with his property company. There was also the well remunerated business of being Stirling Moss, constantly in demand for commercial and ceremonial events. He participated in races for historic cars, taking advantage of a special dispensation that allowed him, and him alone of all the world’s racing drivers, to ignore modern safety regulations by competing in his old helmet and overalls and doing without seat-belts.

He celebrated his 81st birthday by racing at the Goodwood Revival; a few months earlier he had fallen 30ft down the lift shaft at his Mayfair home, breaking both his ankles. Towards the end of 2016, however, he fell ill during a trip to the far east. After several weeks in hospital in Singapore he was flown home to London and his withdrawal from public life was announced.

Always enthusiastic in his pursuit of what, refusing to abandon the vernacular of racing drivers of the 50s, he referred to as “crumpet”, he was married three times. The first marriage, in 1957, was to Katie Molson, the heir to a Canadian brewing fortune; they separated three years later. In 1964 he married Elaine Barberino, an American public relations executive, with whom he had a daughter, Allison, in 1967, and from whom he was divorced the following year. He married Susie Paine, the daughter of an old friend, in 1980; their son, Elliot, was born later that year.

Appointed OBE in the 1959 new year’s honours list, and named BBC sports personality of the year in 1961, he was knighted in 2000.

He is survived by Susie and his children.

• Stirling Craufurd Moss, racing driver, born 17 September 1929; died 12 April 2020

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[fireember345]

Harmony of Elements

A fanfic cross over prompt

Do not own Ninjago or Nexo Knights or Pocahontas

Anyone is free to use

 A Nexo Knights and Ninjago crossover

A Pocahontas Parody

Macy X Lloyd

The Nexo Knights travel with Jorah Tightwad and The Tighty Knighties to claim new land for the kingdom and resources for the fight with Montrox (And for Tightwad to have more gold)

They believe that Ninjas are tree hugging savages while the Ninjas believe them to be chaotic devils

Macy is excited to discover a new world with new adventures waitings

While Knights embraced technology and have many advancements, Ninjago balances out nature and technology, honoring traditions, thus making them less advance than the Nexo Knights but still a force to be reckoned with

Misako and Wu arrange the engagement of Lloyd to the elemental ninja of Form, Chamille

But Lloyd doesn’t want to marry her and wants to find his own path, due to the dreams he’s has, but Misako reminds him of his duty of a ninja and must play his role, giving Lloyd the family medallion, his father wore at their wedding

Lloyd seeks guidance from the Venomari leader and dream interpreter Acidicus

Lloyd tells him the dream of a see-through arrow that span around and stopped

Acidicus believed that the arrow was pointing to his path and to listen to the forces of nature like his grandfather did

When Lloyd listened, the spirits of nature told him that something was coming, “Temples in the Skies”

Lloyd climbed up the highest tree to see Temples in the Skies which were really flying fortresses from the Knights arriving at shore

While the servants to Tightwad began to dig and search for gold, a scouting group of ninjas came to spy and see who they were

This leads to a confrontation where Kai get’s hit in the shoulder by one of Aaron Fox’s arrows, causing a retreat back to Ninjago City

The Nexo knights were ordered to search for the Ninja on foot and capture them

Kai is taken to a healer, recovering from the attack as Wu has seen visions of the Knights destructive behavior as Chamille wanted to lead the charge against them but Misako is against this since they no nothing about them and they appear to have weapons they do not know of and to wait to know more

The Nexo Knights split up to find the ninja and by the waterfalls, Macy sees Lloyd sitting behind them

But before she attacks, she hesitates as their eye’s locks for a moment, then Lloyd flees

Macy stop him from disappearing as she wanted to know his name, but Lloyd couldn’t understand for their languages were different

But the flowers of the first spinjustu master and remembering the words of Acidicus helped Lloyd finally understand as their hearts are connected and Lloyd tells her his name in her language

Macy tells her about her home and why she was here, and he tell her about his home but told her that they don’t have what the knights seek, but Lloyd gets offended when Macy accidentally calls him and her ninja savages

As Lloyd tries to get away from her, her heavy armor causes her fall from the tree and Lloyd tells her what she meant by savage is not like her

There Lloyd show her his world and Macy finally understands, giving Lloyd a holographic compass and he gives her a teabag

Lloyd then meets up with the ninja team as Kai finally recovered from the arrow, but Wu ordered all ninja to stay in Ninjago till then

Macy tries to stop the invasion on Ninjago, saying that there was no gold here and the Ninja were not savages but Tightwad wouldn’t listen

Tightwad contacts Macy’s parents the King and Queen and they agree with Tightwad that the knights must complete their mission but promised that the ninja would not be harmed but relocated

The knights have their doubt and were beginning to think about turning home

Against the orders of Tightwad and going against Wu, Macy and Lloyd meet with Acidicus for advice secretly

Chamille followed Lloyd because Kai told her that Lloyd was in trouble while Macy’s team followed her to keep her safe

Acidicus told that only that when the fighting stops, would they be together

Chamille sees Lloyd kissing Macy, causing her in a jealous rage to try to kill Macy

The Nexo Knights sees this and not understanding the situation, Aaron fired and arrow directly into Chamille’s heart, killing her but not before she grabbed Lloyd’s medallion and dies in the water

The Nexo Knights were shock of what happened and were force to flee as the Ninja were coming

The ninja captures Macy as Cole claims that Macy attacked Lloyd, Chamille tried to save Lloyd but the knights shot and killed Chamille

Believing Lloyd was hysterical of the whole ordeal, Misako orders the Ninja to bring him to his room while Wu orders the death of Macy by sunrise by beheading, declaring on the Knights

The Nexo Knights tell the other members that Macy was taken and will be killed by sunrise, Tightwad uses the opportunity to earn the land, thus he called for an entire army of knights to be teleported with the King and Queen’s blessing to kill the Ninja and save their daughter

Lloyd sneaks into Macy’s prison cell to try to free her but Macy decides to stay as she knew nothing is going to get better if she leaves and war would never end

Macy tells him she loves him before telling Lloyd to leave

Both Ninja and Knight prepare for war tomorrow while Lloyd speaks to Acidicus, feeling lost and confuse

Lloyd remembers the Holographic Compass Macy gave him and realized it was the see-through arrow

Acidicus encourages him to follow his path and end the war

The Ninja and Knights are on the brink of war as Wu is about to behead Macy with a katana, but Lloyd shields her, preventing him from doing so

Lloyd tells everyone he loved Macy and this path would only bring destruction and hate, nothing of what the First Spinjiztu master would have wanted

Everyone soon stopped as Wu is swayed by his words and ends the war, freeing Macy

Tightwad would not hear of this and tries to kill Wu, but Macy pushes him out of the way and gets hit instead

The knights turn on Tightwad as he is arrested while the injured Macy would be taken home by fortress due to not being enough power for teleportation

The ninja gives them enough supplies to make it back home and Lloyd gives Macy herbs and one last kiss

Lloyd and the Ninja see the knights off from the highest peek as the flowers of the first spinjiztu master helps the ships move faster to home

Macy gives one last bow to Lloyd and Lloyd bows back

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

@reverse anon here ya go

@zena-1421 I’m just gonna warn you right now that this might bother you a bit.

Not Bright Enough / Rated T (PG) for character death / Tragedy

Warning for blood and death

“You cannot win, Golden Ninja! Where there is light, there will always be shadow!”

“Unless my light is bright enough!”

“Ninja, GO!”

Pain. That’s what had dragged him from his peaceful unconsciousness back to the world of the living.

Lloyd forced himself to open his eyes, to lift his head and look around. Where… where was he? Did he win?

But no, the sky was still dark, and he could hear the groans of the civilians of Ninjago City, infected by dark matter. There was the tower, the one he had fought the Overlord on. Had he fallen? He was lying in a shallow crater, he must have. It was a wonder he wasn’t dead.

A sense of urgency filled him, an urgency to run, find the others, do something. He pushed himself to his knees, then tried to stand, but crumpled with a pained gasp as he was reminded harshly of his broken leg. Oh no.

Despair clouded his mind as he came to a horrible realization: He was helpless, and alone. At least three of the ninja were infected, as well as Nya, and his Mom and Uncle might have fallen by now as well. Kai… there was only a bare chance that Kai was still himself. He had no idea how long he had been out.

Tears began to gather in his eyes, threatening to fall, but he quickly dashed them away with his sleeve. He didn’t have time to cry. He had to do something, he was the green- he was the Golden Ninja. He could fix this. Somehow. Destiny said so.

Behind him, a soft tinkling noise caught his attention.

The bedraggled boy turned, straining into the darkness to try to find the source of the sound. Finally, he spotted it, something lying on the ground a couple feet behind him, sprinkled around which was shattered glass. It looked… familiar, somehow. Carefully, the blond scooted closer, leaning over and picking it up to get a better look.

It was his mom’s glasses, coated in blood.

Lloyd’s eyes widened in horror as the meaning hit him. His mom- his mom was dead. Or at least badly injured.

Maybe – maybe it was a trick, he tried to tell himself. If she was really dead, her body would be nearby… Against his will, his eyes shifted up to a lump about fifteen feet in front of him. A lump shaped like a body.

Heart pounding, Lloyd let go of the broken frames and began to crawl towards the body. There were thousands of people in Ninjago City, there was an incredibly slim chance that the body was his mom’s. Still, he couldn’t help the fear that was building up inside him.

His hand hit something wet, and he tore his eyes away from the body to look down at the ground. Dark matter. Quickly, he jerked away, but soon realized it couldn’t hurt him. His fingers kept starting to turn grey where he touched it, but they glowed gold and turned normal again a moment later. His golden power canceled it out. That was… good to know.

It was getting darker. It must have been daytime, and now night was falling. He reached the body, but his eyes wouldn’t quite focus, and he couldn’t tell who it was in the growing- well, increasing – darkness. So he lifted his hand, summoning a ball of light. As soon as it lit up the body, it fizzled out, his breath catching in horror.

It wasn’t his mother.

It was Sensei.

His uncle’s body was soaked with blood, still flowing lazily from the deep cuts on his arms and chest. His eyes were half open, staring sightlessly into space. Lloyd covered his mouth with his hand, unable to stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks. He- he couldn’t be dead. He was- he was Sensei. Sensei was… Lloyd started to sob, clutching the sleeve of his uncle’s bloody robe. No, no, no…

He didn’t even notice the other two bodies until what felt like at least an hour later, when he finally lifted his eyes from Sensei’s body and looked past him at the other two forms on the ground. After staring at the dark images on the ground, not wanting to look to see who they were, he finally created a light.

One was his mother, killed in the same way as Wu. He barely recognized her without her glasses – and with the deep cut across her face. He hadn’t thought he could possibly have any more tears to shed, but somehow he managed anyway. He had barely even known her for a week, and she abandoned him, but… he still loved her.

A soft cough drew his attention away from his mother’s cold body, causing him to look up in surprise. He created another light, finally looking at the third body. It was a man, with curly, grey hair, and soft age lines on his face.

He was still alive.

Immediately, Lloyd crawled over, eyes wide. The man was badly injured, he must be on the brink of death. Why was he here, with his mother and uncle?

“Hey.” He whispered. The man shifted, eyes fluttering open and darting around for a moment before settling on him. Hs mouth, twisted with pain, curved into a smile.

“Son…” He murmured, eyes falling closed again.

“’Son’? Who are…” Lloyd trailed off as it clicked. He had seen a picture once, a picture of his mother, father, and uncle when they had been younger. His father – he had looked just like this. Only younger. This man…

“Dad?” Lloyd whispered, his voice shrill. The man’s smile widened.

“Yes… yes, it’s me.”

“But you were- how did you-” the blond stammered, eyes filling with tears again.

“The Overlord cast me out.” His father reached up, stroking his cheek. “The evil in my veins, he took with him. I am free of it.”

“But you’re d-dying!!” Lloyd exclaimed. “I-I have to get you help!!”

“No. Lloyd, it’s too late.” His father brushed away a tear that quivered in the corner of his eye. “Nothing will save me now. I’ll only last a few minutes longer, if that.”

“B-but you can’t!!” Lloyd grabbed his father’s wrist as he tried to lower his arm. “I-I just got you back! I can’t-” He let out a sob. “I can’t lose you t-too…”

“I’m sorry, son…” The elderly man stroked his cheek again with his other hand as his son clutched his arm, sobbing. “I love you.”

“I love you too…” Lloyd whispered.

His father went limp.

“NO!” Lloyd screamed into the darkness. “NO!!” He reached down to clutch his father’s body, hugging his bloody form tight as he sobbed. His father had been cured. He had been good. And now he was dead. He barely had a chance to say goodbye.

A series of soft thumps sounded around him, and he forced himself to look up. He was surrounded. Five figures stood in a circle around him, each a person infected by dark matter.

They were his friends.

Cole, Zane, Jay, and Nya stood around him, their faces cold and emotionless. They were unarmed. They knew he wasn’t a threat.

And Kai. Oh Kai… he must have lost his battle with Nya. After he was defeated, the last remaining of his brothers was taken down as well. Lloyd tore his eyes away from them, pressing his face into his father’s shoulder. He couldn’t beat them. He couldn’t do anything. The only thing left was for them to kill him.

But they didn’t kill him. They only took him away, silently ripping him away from his father’s body, despite his thrashes and screams, and dragging him towards the Overlord’s castle. Lloyd struggled, their treatment jarring his broken leg, but they ignored it. They were too strong.

They dragged him into their master’s throne room, dropping him unceremoniously on the ground in front of him. The Overlord was… not a dragon? He had the body of a man, with huge, crooked teeth and jet-black skin. He sat casually on his stone throne, smirking as his enemy was tossed down in front of him.

“The Golden Ninja.” The demon rasped, his tone condescending. Lloyd didn’t answer. “You must be wondering why I haven’t killed you.” He continued. Again, the blond refused to speak. “You are an icon, boy, a symbol of hope. Simply killing you would not be enough. No… I need to make you my slave.” He meant to infect him. But he couldn’t, his golden power canceled it out.

“But I can’t do that, can I?” Lloyd froze. He knew? “No. Not with the Golden Power coursing through your veins. But, of course, I have another way.” The Overlord held up a chunk of crystal. “Do you know what this is?” Lloyd just stared. “Of course you don’t. This is a rare crystal, only found in the caves of a small island miles off the coast. Its unique property is that it absorbs elemental powers, taking them from the original owner. Permanently.” He stopped. “Well? Don’t you have anything to say, boy?” Lloyd was silent for a few, long, moments. Finally, he licked his dry lips and spoke.

“I hate you.”

“I do not find that surprising in the least.” The creature of darkness snapped his fingers. “Chain him up.” He ordered. Cole and Jay grabbed him, dragging him over to a wall and locking up him with cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He struggled weakly, but the chains were far too strong. The Overlord stood up and approached, slowly, casually, twisting the crystal thoughtfully in his hand.

“Knife.” He ordered, and Kai handed him a long, curved blade. Reaching out, he sliced a long cut down Lloyd’s arm, causing him to jerk away with a gasp. “There are two ways to collect an elemental power.” The Overlord explained as the blond clutched his bleeding arm. “One is to use an already-stolen power to absorb it. The other is with direct contact with the host’s blood.” Stepping closer, the demon pressed the chunk of crystal to the wound, and Lloyd was unable to bite back a whimper of pain.

What’s worse, though, was the horrible feeling of his element being sucked out of him. The blond gasped as a feeling like the wind being knocked out of him hit him, and he slumped forward with a weak cry. It lasted about ten seconds before the crystal was pulled away, glimmers of golden light dancing inside. Lloyd managed to look up as the Overlord knelt on one knee in front of him, setting the crystal to the side.

“Goodbye.” He said simply.” Then he reached out and touched his foot. Instantly, a cold numbness spread through him, and he looked down in alarm to see that his foot was turning grey. Oh no.

He had failed. He had failed his family, failed Ninjago. He hadn’t been strong enough, light not bright enough.

He looked up with hazy vision, focusing on the other ninja standing in front of him. Soon, he would be like them. A mindless slave. A tool for the Overlord. A fate worse than death.

The effect of the dark matter crept up his arms, numbing them completely. As if they weren’t part of his body anymore. Soon it would reach his head, and his mind wouldn’t be his either.

Before he was taken over completely, he could only manage one final thought.

I’m sorry.

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Brexit process may be entering its fifth act, but final outcome still in doubt

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Brexit process may be entering its fifth act, but final outcome still in doubt

If it were not for the last minute, nothing would ever get done, but with Brexit, last minutes keep coming without any final resolution. The entire Brexit process, including endless discussions, debates, and prognostications, is fast becoming as certain as death and taxes, but it appears that Boris Johnson, putting all of his “shenanigans” aside, may finally have the votes to make “It” happen, or so say a few insiders.

Although this drama has a way of creating crescendos without the expected and satisfying denouement, once more we find ourselves at “the brink”, and we are being told that a “Deal-Brexit” is close at hand, despite London streets being filled with protesters that object to what the government intends to complete. All the wrangling and threats of job losses, intermixed with the exit of intellectual capital to parts unknown, may finally drop from front-page news. But are we getting the cart ahead of the horse, again?

Where are we now?

After Theresa May had negotiated an initial withdrawal agreement with the EU and then had Parliament send her crashing to flaming destruction, not once, but three times over, the general consensus was that Johnson could do no better. The EU would never consider making any changes. They would prefer that the UK never leave in the first place. But alas, Boris pulled a rabbit out of his bag of tricks, producing a revised agreement on Thursday and demanding a special vote on Saturday.

It was not to be. As the BBC reported:

However, in the first Saturday sitting in the Commons for 37 years, MPs instead voted in favour of an amendment withholding approval of the deal until all the necessary legislation to implement it had been passed.

The vote for an amendment demanding that Johnson adhere to the “Benn Act” was close, 322 to 306. The Benn Act had been passed previously to prevent any overt attempt at a Brexit with “no deal”. The Saturday ruling instructed Johnson and his government to request first an extension from the EU, before there would be any consideration of his bill.

Johnson had already been rebuked once by the Supreme Court for trying to circumvent various requirements under the rule of law, another of this new breed of populist leader that feels compelled to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, even if it means bending the law. Johnson was already on the record, per the Wall Street Journal, that:

He would rather die in a ditch than request an extension”. The NY Times also noted that: “Prime Minister Boris Johnson has adamantly opposed the idea of holding a second Brexit referendum.

May had tried the soft approach. Boris prefers outright aggression.

A letter was promptly drafted requesting an extension, but Boris refused to sign it, his clever way of flaunting the Benn Act. He complied by sending the request, but he also sent a second letter, which he did sign, asking the EU to ignore the first letter. His reasoning is that he needs the pressure of a threatened “No-deal Brexit” to force lawmakers to come to the table and stop dragging their feet. His actual entreaty to the EU states:

A further extension would damage the interests of the U.K. and our EU partners.” Michael Gove, a senior minister in Mr. Johnson’s administration, said to Sky News on Saturday: “We are going to leave on Oct. 31. We have the means and the ability to do so.

The soonest the EU could capitulate would be Thursday, and, even then, a unanimous vote would be necessary to grant an extension. Before any action could be taken, however, the group would need to debate whether to approve or not, and if approved, when to take that action, and how long of a delay to grant. Several EU leaders have spoken out that they do not want further delays, but if they were to delay until April of 2020, that would leave open the option of a new referendum being held on the entire “Leave/Stay” question.

As for what happens next, the Wall Street Journal reported:

Parliamentary approval for the deal, which could come as soon as Monday, would mark a significant political victory for Mr. Johnson and pave the way for the U.K. finally to exit from the EU after more than three years of negotiation and fierce debate. Downing Street would hope to use a win to attempt to race through the final stages of legislative scrutiny of the proposals in time for an Oct. 31 exit.

Does Johnson really have the votes this time around?

It remains to be seen if Johnson’s “double letter” single entendre that disregards the letter of the Benn Act ends up in court and delays the process further still. There are a few legislators that believe Johnson is “in contempt of Parliament or the courts”, a rather unfortunate turn of events, but if ignored, then what other laws may be mangled along the way? Johnson claims that he has complied with the law and that his new deal will be “the greatest single restoration of national sovereignty in parliamentary history.”

The challenge for Boris and his team is to persuade nine lawmakers that voted against him on Saturday to support him on Monday or Tuesday. As a point in fact, 28 lawmakers that voted against May’s proposal are now backing Johnson, and several other recalcitrant Conservatives, who recently exited the party, have come around, too.

As you might expect, there have been many number crunchers busily adding the heads in favor of Boris’s new deal in the background and now believe that he just might pull it off. Foreign Secretary Dominic Raab said in an interview with the British Broadcasting Corp. on Sunday:

We seem to have the numbers in the House of Commons.

Maddy Thimont Jack, senior researcher at the Institute for Government, has concluded that the government’s deal has “quite a good chance”.

What do the people think?

The forgotten ones in this debating debacle have been the people of Great Britain, who now feel, after three years of deliberation, that the original Brexit vote was a force-put via heavy-handed marketing types that disguised the true consequences that would come with a split from the EU. Last year at this time, protests in the street drew a few hundred thousand citizens. On Saturday outside the House of Commons, rally organizers are claiming that over one million protesters demonstrated in the streets against Boris Johnson’s proposals and the aggressive nature of his political tactics.

As for the people’s reaction to current discussions, “upset” would be putting it lightly. Nigel Farage, the former United Kingdom Independence Party leader and the person responsible for launching the original Brexit campaign in the UK, told Fox News:

We have this big, hard deadline of Halloween, October 31. We are supposed to leave then. It now looks unlikely that we will, so as you can probably imagine the anger that is building amongst British voters is unlike anything I have ever seen before.

The NY Times gathered these comments from a few attendees:

Ollie Lloyd, 42, who was among those protesting: “This is a last-ditch attempt to get them to hear our voices. This is about what kind of country we want to be. Do we want to be an open and tolerant country, or one that is closed off and inward looking?”

Ollie’s father, Gil Lloyd, 68, added: “I am just horrified at the whole thing.”

Dorothy Milosevic, 63: “The whole thing was sold on a lot of lies. Since that morning when we woke up to find that the leavers had won, it is has been gloom and despondency.”

Anoushka Nairac, a student at Magdalen College School: “We came here today because we want to let our voices be heard. My father is an immigrant who set up his own company and provided jobs for citizens. It makes me annoyed; people are not looking at the facts.”

The protest was not a single act by Londoners or the wealthy class, as critics had countered. Support came from all over the UK, as 170 buses delivered protestors from several other parts of the country, including Glasgow and Edinburgh in Scotland; in Belfast, Northern Ireland; and in Cheltenham, in southern England. Celebrities and former government officials, which included former prime ministers Tony Blair, of the Labour Party, and John Major, a Conservative, were also in attendance.

Concluding Remarks

Mr. Johnson and his staff are expected to appeal for another vote from Parliament as early as today or Tuesday, well before the EU can react to granting any kind of delay. “The quicker, the better” is the thinking at this point or risk one more opportunity for lawmakers to waffle on previous “Leave” commitments.

Will the people’s protest be heard? Greg Brown, 41, an engineer from Middlesbrough, epitomized the feelings of the madding throng: “I am embarrassed to say that there was a big Leave vote in the north east. Europe stands for peace, for multilateral negotiations, workers rights, paternity rights, jobs and free trade. In the three years since the vote, I have not yet heard a decent reason for voting Leave, and here we are standing on a cliff edge.”

One thing seems certain. We will have a vote this week. A “Yes” vote would be a coup for Johnson, but there would follow another process of “further legislative scrutiny”. There will undoubtedly be those that would want to make their mark on the annals of history by proposing an adjustment here or there or even move for a new referendum. A “No” vote would create more uncertainty, and as many pundits have said before, it would be “déjà vu” all over again, “standing on a cliff edge”.

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new and updated theory on the source of lloyd’s power!

in dragons rising there definitely has been lore dropped here and there but more than anything I find ammunition to power my long winded theory that lloyd’s powers come from his heart, in theoretical and just elemental sense.

doc wyatt has established there isn’t a set explanation (YET) in show, but he did like one of my tweets regarding my claim that Lloyd’s power resonates within the heart and soul.

starting out, lloyd’s power has never been defined. it is hinted by the writers that lloyd has no idea what it is, though what we do know is that it—-

1) can create life and destroy it (the book of elemental powers)

2) draw energy from the elements

3) shield oneself / very powerful in attack

4) does not belong to the source dragon of energy but belongs to the source dragon OF LIFE

5) has some sort of connection with the FSM

and lastly, by LEGO GROUP’s definition.. it’s ENERGY.

energy can have have different meanings. energy in lightning’s case seems to be the electrical sense, but energy can .. power up things, it makes things work -

energy is also used as a synonym for life force, this is demonstrated when referring to the act of draining source dragons and the whack-rats.

what i am getting at, is I believe that energy in the sense of lloyd’s powers is that he holds the essence of life itself. his power works hand in hand in his survival as well as keeps him alive.

now to connect him to LIFE , a source dragon, was very interesting but made a great deal of sense. Life is in everything, energy can create life.. who created life?

THE FSM used elemental powers to bring Garmadon and Wu into existence, he also holds the ability that past his death, he could steal lloyd from the mortal world to speak to him in the grasslands.

the elements of creation can be drawn from in their energy for lloyd, but the elements of creation were the core four.

LIFE = Lightning, Ice, Fire, Earth

so….

that also makes sense as to when he was dying in mystake’s tea shop that they had to use their elemental powers of creation to revive lloyd or heal him.

now jumping into the theory that will always be my favorite, and the show itself actually jumped into it was elemental powers being felt or drawn from different places depending on the elemental powers, ie nya with veins, zane with his mind, etc etc etc—

lloyd’s power comes from his heart in my opinion.

firstly, life—- energy is what makes the heart beat, you cannot live without that.

mentally, lloyds power has always been his true self, his heart, the way he cares so deeply for people (even if they do not deserve so)

green in spirituality also represents the heart chakra, it is very similar in description.

but as someone so close to his mortality, and who i believe is always aware of such, it makes so much sense.

in s8, when his element is fighting for him as he’s succumbing to his wounds in the fight in krytparium it sparks on his chest,

following this— the elemental master figures that were released in the SOG wave depicted different elements and where they were located differed on the ninja, lloyds was insanely insanely obvious—

overdrawing from his element has caused him great sickness multiple times. we see this with golden power, then we see this with him fainting while using his element against griefbringer in MOTM (something very opposite to his element— death)

the fact that his power kept him alive but also left him for a bit after he almost was on the brink of dying in s8

now with dragons rising and the conduit putting him in a semi coma for several days because of his mortality

he puts his hand on his heart when he approaches the imperium source dragon when saying “this place, i feel weird”

him believing he’d die from conduit power…

it’s justttt…

but that being said there is so much they could discuss about lloyd in show, whether discovering his powers, or seeing the actual scope of what they do

lloyd is very hesitant and he out of anyone never talks about his powers or how they work

but there’s so much there, like what if his elemental power could heal people or bring people back to life (other than himself LOL)