My first fanfiction ❤
I used Gemini to translate it hope you like it ❤
Enjoy ❤
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The Final Memory
Wu sat on a chair beside his father’s ancient bed. He held his father’s hand the entire time; neither of them spoke a word. Instead, Wu simply squeezed his father’s hand whenever he felt the old man’s tension—or perhaps, it was his own.
His father’s age spanned millions of years. Wu had never imagined this day would actually come. In truth, there were moments in his life when he felt his father would live forever. He would always be there to advise him, guide him, and stand by his side—a thought that had kept him at peace since he was a child.
Wu could not imagine a world without him. He wasn't ready for the responsibility; he wasn't ready to stand alone. He wasn't ready for anything.
Wu listened in silence to the sound of his father’s breathing. The old man’s chest rose and fell heavily, a wheezing sound escaping with every exhale. Wu’s heart was breaking, forced to watch his father like this for the past few days. He hadn't slept, fighting to keep his eyes open. He didn't want to think pessimistically; he prayed his father would miraculously wake up and they would return to their normal lives. Wu couldn't accept the idea that his father was dying; in his mind, this appointment with fate was still a lifetime away.
Suddenly, the First Spinjitzu Master took a deep breath and released it in a slow sigh. Wu lifted his father’s hand to his mouth, kissing it tenderly.
The First Master looked at his son. Despite his blurred vision, he could feel his son’s emotions. Wu had always been predictable, at least to him.
"Wu..." the First Master managed to say, taking another deep breath.
Wu looked into his father’s eyes, giving him his undivided attention while holding his hand, squeezing it gently.
"Wu... cough... your brother..." The First Master continued, slowly raising his hand.
Wu leaned his face closer to his father’s hand, and as it rested on his cheek, he pressed against it. He tried to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes; he didn't want his father to feel him crying. He had to be strong—strong for him, just this once.
"Garmadon is fine, Father... he is coming," Wu said, reassuring him, though his voice trembled slightly. He wasn't sure Garmadon was coming; he wasn't even sure Garmadon cared enough to show up. Something deep inside him suspected his father knew the truth, but he hoped his doubts were lies.
"...He won’t come, Wu," the First Master said. His expression of exhaustion didn't change, but Wu could feel the bitterness in his voice.
"He will come..." Wu insisted. "He will. He promised me."
"Wu..."
"He’ll come, he’ll come..." Wu began to tremble, his breath shaking with him. He realized he was repeating the words to convince himself, not his father.
"Wu... it’s alright..." the First Master said softly.
Wu could no longer hold back his tears. His father’s tone was breaking his resolve piece by piece. The First Master gently wiped away the first tear that escaped his son’s eye.
His father couldn't leave him. Not while he couldn't even stop himself from crying... not while he was this weak.
Wu leaned down and rested his head on his father’s chest. The First Master placed his hand on his son’s head as Wu shuddered, sobbing and trying to stifle his tears. He could hear his father’s heartbeat beneath his head, a sound he tried to carve deep into his memory. Focusing on it only increased the pain, yet he wanted to preserve every memory—or what was left of them.
He could feel his father’s hand stroking his hair calmly, as if there were no problems in the world, as if they were still children and still had so much life to live, so much to fix.
Wu buried his sobs in his father’s chest, his tears soaking the old man's tunic. He didn't know what to say or do; he found himself suddenly weighed down by memories, regret, and heartache. Life could have been better than this.
"Don’t go," Wu pleaded through muffled tears, his voice breaking. "I..." He couldn't finish as his body shook again. So much to say, so little time.
"Everything will be alright... cough," the First Master said quietly, his hand still stroking his son’s hair. "I raised you both as I should... the day comes when all boys become men to bring glory to their fathers," he said in a raspy voice.
"I am not a man, Father..." Wu said against his chest.
"But you are... I am sorry that thousands of years were not enough for me to make you both feel that," the First Master replied softly.
"I am sorry that thousands of years were not enough for me to make you proud of me," Wu said, his voice shattered between sobs.
"Is that what you think?" The First Master said with a small smile. "Look at me." He gently lifted his son’s head to look at him.
Wu looked at his father with bloodshot eyes, searching for some comfort.
"I never expected heroics from you... I never waited for grand deeds... cough. My pride in you... was never tied to what you did."
Wu listened with his heart, his eyes memorizing every movement.
"Wu... from the very first moment you both opened your eyes to the world, I have been proud of you."
Wu let out a soft gasp as he listened.
"Every breath... every step... Wu... you two are the most precious things I ever possessed. Every time I looked at you, I saw the reason I fought all those years. How could I not be proud to have sons like you?" The First Master said, tears finally beginning to fall from his own eyes.
Wu hugged his father tightly, weeping against his chest once more. The First Master kissed the top of his son’s head.
"I don’t want to leave either... and just as you are afraid, I am afraid too," the First Master whispered into his son’s hair, holding him close. "I love you, Wu."
"I love you too," Wu whispered against his father’s chest.
Minutes passed, and Wu didn't lift his head until his eyes grew heavy and a headache set in. He didn't want to sleep... he didn't want to waste this time... but his father’s hand stroking his head and the heartbeat beneath him brought a sense of peace. It felt as if time had frozen in the past, and he wished he could stay there forever.
Wu’s eyes grew heavy until they closed completely.
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"Wu?... Wu."
A familiar voice hit Wu’s ears. Garmadon?
"Wu, wake up."
His brother’s voice was calm as he patted his shoulder gently. Wu only looked at him. The sound of the heartbeat beneath his head was gone.
Everyone in the room stood in silence while Wu remained frozen in the memory. He was already gone.
Wu closed his eyes again for a moment, wishing the memory would take him back for just one more second—a dream that would gather them all together once again.
