Poor Garm - Blog Posts

Projectile puked these scribbles onto my tablet after reading The Maze of the Sphinx. I am in so much pain. Spoilers.

"There were two figures in silhouette next to the terrifying figure, with their backs turned to him. One looked like a kid. Garmadon stared, transfixed.

Is that future guy... me? Is my father right? Is there really evil inside me? And those people- why are they turned away from me?

A feeling of utter loneliness and despair swept over him. He couldn't take his eyes off the image.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" he wailed."