?promise of particles?lloyd x FEM!reader?

You groaned in the morning, the information from last night swimming in your head. Nya thought she saw Jay, but wasn't able to refind him with Lloyd, wasn't even sure if it was him. Cole had found Geo, along with a mech that was probably owned by his mother. And Sora had started to question Jordana because she had been acting weird.

It was too early for this.

Reaching over to Lloyd, you grumbled. It was so much brighter here than the Monastery. It felt like the sun was directly on you.

But Lloyd wasn't there.

And neither were your pillows or blanket.

You were laying on grass. The smell of dirt filling your nose.

Lifting your head abruptly, you winced at the headache, everything felt.. off. You couldn't feel the constant buzz of atoms anymore.

Your powers weren't responding properly.

Shit.

You were in a dense forest, light filtering through the trees. What was going on? Was this a vision then? It was a scarily realistic vision.

The crackle of a speaker hurting your ears made it clear this was not a vision.

"Contestants! Welcome to the first round of games in the Tournament of Sources! Now, you may feel a bit weird. It's because your powers are gone! Nada, nothing!"

Well double shit.

"I, the spectacular Roby, have uncovered a centuries old concoction that limits your Elemental Power. Scattered around the arena you find yourselves in are 30 Blades of Beckoning. They're these cool looking silver daggers, with a white handle. Find one and bring it back to the center of the arena, you win!"

You felt sick at not having your Elemental Powers.

"There are 46 contestants, so at least 16 of you won't be making it to the next round. The other ways to get eliminated is if you don't return by sunset tonight or another Elemental Master takes that little golden Source Dragon symbol from your belt. Good luck have fun!"

And the forest went eerily silent.

Triple shit, mayhaps.

Gripping a root, you hauled yourself to your feet. The sun was almost to the top of the sky, so you had been knocked out with whatever drugs Roby had discovered for much longer. 6 hours of extra sleep was crazy.

So you were in an arena, fighting for blades. At least Jay wasn't here to be naked this time. But someone was here.

You could vaguely feel the buzz of a person behind you.

Grabbing for your sword, it obviously wasn't at your back. It was probably still by your bed. You reached for your belt. Empty.
Boot, no dagger. Pockets, barren.

You had absolutely no weapons on you. You had never been without a weapon once since you were just a civilian. Even at your mom's place you always had a pocket knife.

But you did have Spinjitzu.

Dashing forward, you began spinning, forming a tornado around yourself. Kicking the person into a tree, you stopped, looking down at them.

But they were gone. A punch hit you from behind, throwing your head forward. Okay, ow.

Flipping up, you ricochetted against the tree, pushing downwards. Hands forward, you grabbed the collar of the person, shoving them to the floor. Swinging a fist down, you connected with their face, but they quickly scrambled out of your grasp.