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"You're not an Anacondrai…" Garmadon hissed.
The Ghost scoffed.
"Please, the Anacondrai would rather eat their own tails than be summoned by you. You really should be more careful who you let out." The Ghost circled around Garmadon, twisting and turning in quite an elegant form.
If Garmadon wasn’t so annoyed, the situation would be quite funny.
“Anyway, what was that spell you used? Didn't catch it all but something about Binding or Sewing, depending on the translation. Haven't heard the word in quite a while.”
"It was a summoning and binding spell. A snake… owed me a favor. I assure you I would not bind a dead teenager to my son."
The ghost stopped dead at his words.
"Your… son?"
He suddenly became aware of the wriggling bundle of blankets Garmadon cradled in his arms.
“Please tell me you did not just bind me to a child.”
He drew back the blankets to reveal a baby, about a few weeks old, with his piercing eyes staring at the Ghost. It’s eyes were almost unsettling, the pupils sharp like a cats.
A tuft of curly light hair sat upon its head.
“Not even a child. You bound me to a baby? This is so embarrassing.” The Ghost sunk his face into their hands.
“Can you undo it. Please.” The Ghost ground his teeth, as if it was painful to ask him.
Garmadon shook his head.
“I’m afraid only Lloyd can break the spell, and he’s hardly old enough to be dabbling in magic yet.”
“Shit.”
Garmadon laughed bitterly. “Shit indeed. May I know who exactly I bound to my son.”
The Ghost debated to himself for a moment before shrugging.
“The name’s Morro, Master of Wind. And whose son did I just get bound to?”
“Lord Garmadon, Master of Destruction and Father of Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.”
“Holy shit.”