Garmadon's POV

I sighed, thinking about the time when I had fought Lloyd; It wasn't worth it. He didn't need to deserve all these hardships.

"I've gotta do something to make up for the pain I've caused. I don't want anything like that to happen again." I glanced towards Lloyd. "I...don't want to lose you, Son... Never again will I cause you or anyone else pain. I'm swearing off fighting. It's for the best. I love you..."

I closed my eyes and succumbed to slumber.

Lloyd's POV

Time soon passed, and I woke up. I could hear Dad's breathing. It was uneasy. My face frowned in concern. I didn't know what had happened to him that made him like this. I gently shook him awake.

"Dad! Wake up!" I whispered.

My father sat bolt upright. "Yes? What's wrong?"

"I'm worried about you. You were literally trembling. What happened?"

My father looked me in the eyes, his own eyes reaching the brink of tears. "Lloyd, I..." He suddenly started to cry. "I dreamt that I actually did kill you in battle... In that dream, I was devastated...It hurt so badly..." He held me close. "I'd be devastated if you actually died in real life... You literally mean everything to me..."

"I love you." I replied to him.

"Me too. It's going to be alright. I hope..."

Epilogue-3rd Person POV

After that, Lloyd continued to grow close to his father. However, everything changed when Garmadon was banished to the Cursed Realm and died. Lloyd grew devastated, even going as far as locking himself in his room for hours on end, sobbing.

But on the Day of the Departed, his father came back, and everything changed for good once more.