Coz thats what friends do.

I am just about to put the first three chapters onto my blog. I made a few tweaks to my sample from chapter 1 as well. I think I got every typo as grammar mistake. Hope you enjoy. Please read and respond if you have the time.
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I know I said I would do a lot of the story before I showed this but this is just a little sample. I just wanted to know what people thought of the change. I personally think there is a massive improvement. Read Chapter 1 from the old one on then then this and I will think you will find a big difference in quality. For those of you wanting action then I cant really do much in this little sample. This isn't really an action Novel. its more about the characters stories. There will be action though, don't worry.H however if the characters dont keep you interested enough then either Im a bad writer or this isnt the book for you. You will also find the chapters to hopefully be longer so that's normally good. Please give feed back. Good or bad.

For more info click on my first entry and/or "rinse and repeat". You will find all info out there. Dont complain its not canon. Okay here goes. I really felt as if I gave it my all for this. That doesnt mean its amazing but it does mean its the best of my current ability.

Hope you enjoy.


"Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by. Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowed didn’t cheer.  The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence.

Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. His eyes had changed. No Matoran had ever seen them like this. This was a new Turaga Dume, yet it was the one that had been there for so long. Unnoticed. His eyes read “Now, you obey me. Now you worship me”.
-“Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!”
His voice was loud and authoritative, but not so much a shout. It was the type of voice saying “Cross me, I and I will make you wish you were dead.”
Vakama knew that Lhikan wasn’t a traitor. He just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. No one else spoke. Out of both shock and fear.  

The coliseum emptied. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though. That no one else would dare think differently.
-“Vakama!” It was Nuurakh, the Ta-Matoran Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?”
-“Home” Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them look more Matoran
-“Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor. For what reason the Great Turaga lie?”
-“Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically
-“Vakama?”  Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day had changed him forever.

Toa Lhikan had always been a man of riddles. The last thing he had said to Vakama they day he disappeared was “Follow the stars”.  Vakama had never felt so useless. Lhikan had chosen him for something that could potentially hold Metru Nui’s fate but instead he was stuck at the first hurdle. He looked up at the diming sky. The stars were coming out. He didn’t see anything unusual about the stars that could lead him on where to go. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “A bit cliché” thought Vakama “but it’s as good a place to start as any”. The great temple was sacred to all Matoran’s.  It was where all the Metru’s met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district. Vakama’s home. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits; some mental, some physical. They were the main inhabitants of Metru Nui doing different jobs around the city. The Great Temple was the only place in Metru Nui that didn’t belong to a Metru. Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him. Vakama nearly began to weep at the thought of this memory. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor.
He shiftily walked into the Great Temple. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. They watched him enter. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel their eyes were following him.  He turned the corner and came across a massive Hall way full of statues of Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama’s observations were interrupted by a loud crash. He ran across the hall way to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over  him, unable to control his laughter.
-“Hahahahahaha! So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside. Hahahahahaha! I used to think they were just sad no life, but now I realize it’s just because they would break every think they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice.”
-“That’s it Onewa, I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up of the floor and raised his fist to punch Onewa. Onewa’s grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face changed from happy to pure intimidating.
-“Sit down, Nuju.” At first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he could see by the aggressive look on Onewa’s face and the frightfulness in Nuju’s, this was not the case.
-“Hello there.”  Said Vakama. Nuju looked grateful for the distraction, but at the same time mad at Vakama for not intervening earlier.
-“I’m Vakama”
Nuju got up from the floor. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it.
-“Nuju” He said. Onewa shook he head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. The Ko-Metru had a strange version of the first meet, the called the handshake. They thought of it as more formal for some reason.
-“I’m Onewa” He said. He was confident. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially how he was with Nuju.
-“Wow, look at the place”. It was a dark green Le- Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, hey Nokama?”
-“Oh Matau.” The Dark blue Ga-Matoran spoke. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her mask seemed to illuminate the room.
-“Oh hey look!” Matau spoke. “Look at all these guys!” He said excitedly.
-“I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. Their eyes met.  Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today and grieving for Toa Lhikan disappeared.
-“Ahem” It was Matau “and you might be?” . Vakama’s hand let go of Nokama’s immediately.
-“Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. His fist met Matau’s. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”.
-“So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran”
-“Actually, you do”. A black Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour mad his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly, his voice was deep but friendly. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude, but I like to evaluate the situation from afar”. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face”
-“No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa. “What about me?”. Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm. Whenua walked towards Onewa. Grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall.
-“That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled.

The Six Matoran walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It wasn’t so much they didn’t have anything to say, but the shear awkwardness left every one mute."

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For the little of you that have been following my Bionicle epic I have some news about it.
I am going to totally get rid of every thing that has been done. Granted there isn't much but I feel like this needs to be done. I wouldn't say what I have done is bad. i have some very good ideas but it is going to take time to put them on paper. I want to actually take pride in my work, rather than just throwing something together for the sake of the story getting out there. The basis of the plot will be very similar but I have taken into account a lot of things the amazing people that have taken the time to read and comment have said. I feel as if the first few paragraphs were nice and poetic but then it just trailed off. Bare in mind I am writing this as if you guys have never heard of Bionicle before so don't be mad if I go over stuff you already know. If I ever do release it to other forums then i want it to be accessible.

To be honest, when I read my work back, all i get is "This is okay, but you can do so much better." and I dont think you should ever feel like that about your own work. I'm no professional, so don't expect this next one to be perfect. However, do expect it to be at the top of my current ability. If you do comment on it don't be afraid to say "This part is really bad becuase... I think you could make this better by..."
It really does help. i cant learn any other way.

Thanks for reading this.
I will also write a fair chunk of the story before I release it so you can really get the gist of the plot. I hope you stay tuned. Please put in the comments what you think about this Idea.

Thanks so much the people that commented on my previous chapters. Of any one could still comment on them, that would be great, so i know good things to do for nest time.

-Sam-

Chapter 3.
The news was being talked about all over Onu Metru. However Matoran Whenua who was check listing Floor 232 in the archives was totally oblivious to it.
“Tarakava? Check. Bog leech? Check.  Energy Hou…”
Whenua looked over at the cage when the Energy Hound was meant to be. Nothing was there. There seemed to be no forced entry though. Whenua walked cautiously over too it, whilst being careful not to make a sound. At a closer inspection, he realised that the door had been left open. He was definitely sure he had shut it. He had a check list for that too. Slowly eased the huge metal door open. He whispered on the intercom.
“Tehutti?... Tehutti are you there?”
“Yeah, Whenua. Whats up?” he heard on the intercom.
“Do you know if the Energy hound has been taken out of its cage tonight?”
“Nope, why”
“Because if not then its loose in the archives” Whenua hissed frightfully
“Okay man, just… stay calm”
“Just…get Vahki Rorzakh”
“Well man, I don’t know. I bet hes busy tonight with all the riots”
“Riots?” Whenua hissed. “What riots?”
“Didn’t you here, Toa Lhikan has been found a traitor”
“A trai…”
Just then the huge sliver wolf launched its self at Whenua. Noticing just in time he jumped to the right of the beasts lunge, causing it to slam into the wall behinf him. When grabbed a tazer stick hoping to stun the hound. He hit the Energy Hound with the stick but nothing happened. It stood up to its maximum height ready to pounce. Whenua grabbed his knife and stabbed the monster in the stomach. The knife was way too small to reach any vital organs. There was no use running, as it was far too quick, and there was no use fighting as it was far too strong.
“This is it” He thought. “This is how I die” But then something grabbed the hound from behind and slammed it into the back wall of its cage, and shut the door. Whenua looked up to see Vahki Rorzakh standing over him. Whenua nodded. There was no use speaking. Rorzakh never spoke, Whenua wasn’t even sure if he knew how… It was the last remaining Vahki of Onu-Metru. Instead of standing on two legs like the other five did, he chose to go quadruped, using his weapons as his front legs. He was definitely more beast than man.
Whenua walked back to the main office where Tehutti was anxiously pacing up and down.
“WHENUA!” He said excitedly.
“Yeah . Enough of the family reunion.” Whenua waved it off “Tell me about this Toa Lhikan thing”
“Oh… right… Turaga Dume has made a public announcement that Toa Lhikan has betrayed Metru Nui and is actually secretly working for Sidorak. Apparently he was being captured but somehow escaped.”
“Captured? Who by?”
“I don’t know… why is that important?”
“Because the only things I know capable of doing it are the Vahki, and seeing as I would be Dead now If one hadn’t of jumped to my rescue, I take it their not the ones out looking for him”
“Look… I don’t think it really matters. Do you?”
“More than you know”. An exhausted Toa Lhikan stepped into the door way. Tehutti pulled out a knife.
“What are you doing here?”
“Relax Tehutti, I’m not a traitor” Said Lhikan peacefully."All though, Whenua, I am sorry about the Energy Hound.I didnt mean for you to get hurt. It was meant for a distraction for the Vahki so I could come and see you in peace"
"That was you?"
Toa Lhikan knelt down and put his hand firmly on Whenua’s Shoulder. “I need to know I can trust you.”
“Trust you with what?”
“You’ll see, when you meet the others.”
“Others?”
Toa Lhikan smiled and walked off out of the door and into the night. Whenua was to shocked to react immediately. Then it hit him what had just happed. He ran out onto the streets. It wasn’t the Onu-Metru had left a few hours ago.  Rubble lay everywhere. The smell of smoke and fire lingered in the air; The remains of a riot, that had been prematurely silenced. It was then he saw the Po-Matoran sitting against the wall with his head in his hands.
“You okay man?”
Onewa looked up at him.
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“Nuju?”
It was Keerahk?
“NUJU?!”
“Yes, yes. Im okay.” He said “what happened?”
“I just found you un conciess on this mountain. We’ve been looking for you everywhere?” She said. “Its just a good thing your too predictable”
Keerahk was the Vahki of Ko-Metru. Nuju had a crush on her but wouldn’t dare tell anyone. He’d be a laughing stock. He could imagine all the new insults Onewa would have for him. He hated Onewa. Every day when he went down to the Ko-Metru market, Onewa and he crew would be hanging outside the shops, waiting for him. It had all came about when all the Maotran had to do basic training. Classes would be mixed, despite the Metru; worst years of his life. He wasn’t quite sure who the leader was. It was either Onewa or Akmoah, but Onewa definitely made his life a lot worse. Hewkii was okay, as was Hafu, But they were still just sheep when with Onewa. Pohatu was the best. Whenever Pohatu was with them, he would always defend Nuju. He just didn’t give a ###### what the others thought. Nuju respected that. Nuju’s head hurt like it had been whacked with a Kohli stick.  Nuju was one of the main Matoran Keerahk had any time for. A lot of people didn’t like the Vahki, but out of the six that were left, he thought they were okay. He got up, lowly from the floor. Every part in his body ached as if he had been beaten to near death. The bright light of morning flew it to his eyes like daggers.
“Do you remember anything?” She said.
“Not much” He said. “Wait. There was something there”
“What?”
“I don’t know, but I think it had been following me. I didn’t notice it at first but there was a presecne.”
“A feeling of what”
“Evil”
She looked at him. He wasn’t sure if she beloved him or not. He knew he wouldn’t.  “A presence of evil. Really?” . He thought. Nuju didn’t believe in good and evil as such. He believed people make bad decisions and good decisions and that’s all there was to it. Last night had changed that though. There was something there; following him; waiting to pounce. The very thought of it made him shudder.
“I don’t think Mata Nui will save us.” Said Nuju, pessimistically.
“No? Why not?” She asked him
“Because I was as close as I could get to the stars, and that thing still found me”
She looked puzzled and then Nuju realized he hadn’t told her what Toa Lhikan had said about the stars. He quickly shrugged it off.  She left the hut and wondered out into the snow. She often did this. Nuju wasn’t fazed. That was until he noticed he was clenching on to a note the whole time. In his shock he must have totally not noticed this. It was hidden in his palm so Keerahk couldn’t have noticed it either. Though what he was about to read, mad him glad she hadn’t. He un-crumpled the note and pressed it against the table to straighten it. It read:
My Dear Nuju,
Many the times we used to sit on these mountains together, looking at the stars. You will hear many things about me over the next few days about me. Whatever they say Nuju, do not believe it. If you are ever in doubt, just look up at the stars. The stars will guide and your brothers to light, to Mata Nui. You will know what is right in your heart. Stay strong, and united you will concur all.
The stars will never lie Nuju.
Toa Lhikan.
Nuju looked up from the note.
“Brothers?”

I have given my book the place holder name of We are Metru. I might go with this. Tell e what you think.
I know its a slow start but give it time if you could.


Chapter 2
Matau was hopeless. Hopeless at getting Ga Matoran. Him and a group of other Le Matoran would often go down to Ga Metru and see if they could pick any up. Eery one seemed to get one but him. It wasn’t as if he was unlikeable, or unattractive for that matter, but he could never seem to get Ga Matoran to pay him any attention. His problem that he was trying to hard. He was an overly confident green Matoran who if had payed more attention to his driving class rather than flirting with Ga Matoran, he might be flying the Ussanuis rather than fixing them.
He was thinking this as he was waiting by the corner of Ga Metru with some Cravalie flowers he had brought at a completely overpriced shop. Still it was worth it. Because tonight he wasn’t just meeting any Ga Matoran, he was meeting Nokama. He looked down at the empty road and saw nothing. It was getting late. Way past the time the had arranged to meet. He had known it all along any way. She wasn’t going to come. He dropped the flowers in a binf and walked home miserable. To think, he had walked so far and spent so much, only to be rejected. He didn’t think he had ever been as excited as he was last night when he heard the news about the date.
“That’s what happends when you ask Vhisola to do something for you.” He thought.
As much as he like Vhisola he knew there was something not quite right about her. It had obviously been deliberate that she hadn’t told Nokama.
“Shes totally obsessed with her” He thought. “probably didn’t want be getting In the way of their beautiful relationship” He half joked.
He got to the border of Onu Metru. He glanced back at the direction of that lonely street before carrying on moving again. He eventually got to the town centre where the Onu Matorans were busily getting on with their night. They were only out in the air because it was dark. Most of them spent their days down in the tunnels where it was dark.  “Strange beings” Matau said quietly, shaking his head. He turned around to see Vahki Vorzahk standing over him.
“Matau?” He said. “What are you doing roaming the streets on Onu Metru at this time of night? Didn’t think you were one for History and culture” he laughed.

Vorzahk was a tall barley humanoid… thing. He was tall but rarely stoop up to his maximum height. Vahkis were introduced to Metru Nui after most of the Toa had died to help out Toa Lihkan. There used to be many but now most of them had died out like the Toa in the great war against Sidoraks army. There were only six left,  coincidently one for each Metru. Vorzahk was from Le Metru so he was painted a green colour to fit in with the rest of the inhabitants. Although the Vahki and Lihkan were on the same tem they rarely saw eye to eye. They believed that bad Matoran should be punished and Lihkan thought they should be helped. The Vahki had a strict reputation but the six that were left were okay really. Especially if you stayed in their good books. Vorzahk picked Matau up and ran back to Le Metru. He could run faster than Matau and didn’t seem to get tired at all. He placed Matau down outside is home and ran off into the night. Matau steped inside his hut.  It felt empty and lonely. He hated being alone.  He woundeded if Vhisola had told Nokama, and Nokama hadn’t come simply because she didn’t want too. He quickly shook the though away. Mainly because he knew it was true. He sat down on a tree branch as the warm sun set its orange glow on the sleeping city.
Sometimes when the the city was sleeping like this, Nokama would sit on the beach and look out into the ocean. It seemed to go on for ever. She one day hoped to get a boat and go al the way out there. She wanted to discover new paces and meet the strange inhabitants that lived there. She threw a small pebel out but it failed to skim. She watched as it was submerged into the endless waters, becoming one of the many pebels already down there. A Nobody. She found it sad that no mater what happened it would ways be a nobody, even If it had of skimmed it would have still sunk to the ocean floor. It was like her, she would always be a nobody. She didn’t want to admit it but that was the reason why she never went on that date with Matau. Lets face it, he was a nobody. She wanted to be with some one that people would say “Oh my god, you will never guess who Nokamas with”. She cringed. It made her sound so shallow. Maybe she should have gone with Matau. He was a little immature at times but he had a good heart. She tried to convince herself that he wouldn’t mind as he was a hopeless flirt and was probably used to it. Deep down thoug, she knew it would have hurt him badly that she hadn’t gone. She looked at the two moons that light up Ga Metru like a torch.
“Mata Nuis eyes”. She thought to her self. I wonder if he was judging her right now. She looked over to see a tall red and gold figure standing over her.
“Toa Likahn!” She said. Happily.
“Hello the Nokama” He replied.
“What Brings you here”
He looked troubled and scared. Nokama had never seen him like this before.
“Whats that matter” she asked.
“I came here to be judged by the great spirit” He said. “because I need to know what I have done wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her as if he was going to break down in tears
“Nokama?” His voice was trembling but he tried to hide it “Can I trust you to look after Metru Nui if I…”
“Likahn” It was a new voice. Nidhiki. Nidihki was Lihkahns old team mate, but she betrayed him to join the Dark Hunters. Lihkan was hurt greatly by this. It was always known that there was something between them. It was a shock to Nokama as well. Nidihki had been one of her favourite Toas.
“It’s time now” She said. She looked like she may have been crying too but Nokama wasn’t sure.
“I dint understand” He said, more confidently now but still a little shakey.”Why would he…”
“Shhhh” Nidihki hissed” and pointed to Nokama with her claw.
Nidihki was part of the Dark Hunters. The Dark hunters were an organisation of mercenaries that people paid to do their dirty work. Nidihki was originally spying on them until they found her out. For a reason Nokama did not know, she joined them but had to swear he alliance to them by undergoing a mutation. Once a graceful Toa of Air she was not a four legged giant insect. She had gigantic claws instead of hands that could cut through almost anything. Nokama didn’t know much about the Dark Hunters except their leader was named the Shadowed one but had disappeared for a while now.
Likahn walked toward Nidhki but just as he did he threw a round object at the ground. The thing exploded but instead of shrapnel flying out a high pitched squel cam out instead. Nokamas last sight was Likahn pushing a disorientated Nidihki out of the way and running off into the night.

Chapter 1
The Matoran were always told that light concurred shadow. That Mata Nui would save them from all forms of evil. To many Matoran, that hope was still in their hearts. However to Nuju this dream was a lie. Maybe there was some truth to it at one time, but now it was nothing but a false glimpse of light force fed through drip feeders into the dying hears that would consume all they could get. There was many things that Nuju didn’t like, one of them was other people. He didn’t hate them individually as such, but the thought of having to keep a conversation going made his skin crawl. He, like many Ko Matoran, loved to look to the future. He spent a lot of his time up in the high snowing mountains of Ko metru, searching for answers in the snow. While Onu Matoran liked to follow the foot prints made by others, Nuju liked to pave away himself. He thought that dwelling on the past was depressing, all the wrong doings and regrets. The only way to really overcome this was to keep moving forward. Nuju let out a quiet laugh. “Onu Matorans would call that denial” he thought to himself.
It wasn’t until he reached the peak of the mountain that Nuju looked at his surroundings. He had scaled this mountain many times before. He hated retracing his footsteps but he had climbed all the mountains the was in Ko Metru. He always thought that the closer you were to the stars, the closer you were to Mata Nui, and that you would feel the answers long before you see them. The stars gazed at Nuju , he smiled at them, but they only froned back. Not so much at him, but at every being in Metru Nui. He knew dark times were ahead.
He looked at the brightest star on the sky, Toa Lihkans. He was glad Lihkan was still around. Maybe he would shed some light in the dark times to come. He had once talled Nuju that every star was a hero, and that they were watching over him. “Heros never truly die Nuju” He would say. Nuju liked that Idea. As Nuju gazed at the millions of eyes of great heros looking back at him, he wondered, if he would ever have a star.
A movement in the snowy top forests interrupted him from his thoughts. A normal Matoran would not have seen this but Nuju did. When Nuju was first made, he very poor eye sight. He could barley see anything but except a fuzzy blur of all their shapes. He was in the fiery district of Ta Metru one time where he met a Matoran who specialized in mask making. They somehow got talking about Nujus poor vision and the mask maker offered to make him a “new eye”. Nuju accepted, but was cynical. A few hours later the red Matoran had come out with a telescopic scope. No way near as big as the ones on the telescopes he had at home. “Here, put this one one of your eyes”. He said. Somehow it seemed to fitted together with his white Matutu like building blocks. “What was his name? “Va?... Vaka? …Va…” Beofre he could finish his train of thought he was swept away by the figure from the Darkness.
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Vakama awoke. Groggily helifted his head. He looked at the clock. 6:35pm.  “Oh god, im late for work”. He said out load in a panic, jumping up quickly. That woke him up properly. It was only then he realised he was at work. Lying nest to his smelting pit with a half-finished Hau. Being a Ta Matoran he liked the heat. Too bad it made him sleepy to easily. “Sleeping on the job again Vakama?” It was Nuhrii. The dark red matron stood in the door way of the smelting pit, leaning against the side of the door frame. “Just resting my eyes.” joked Vakama.
He liked Nuhrii. There was just this innocence about him that was hard to find in other Matoran, even himself. They had always been close. The started the mask making job in the same week as each other and had been friends ever since. He had always felt a bit sorry for Nuhrii. Vakama was by far, the better mask maker, but the effort Nuhrii put in to the job compared to Vakama made Vakama feel guilty. He guessed Nuhrii would have hated him if he wasn’t such a nice person. He absolutely admired Vakama. He would always try and make Kanohi as good as Vakama and every time he had made his “best yet” He would run and show Vakama. Not that Vakama minded of course, although sometimes he thought that Nuhrii was putting himself down to much because of his fanboyism.Vakama had always though himself as inadequate, despite his mask making ability. In fact, this only made it worse because it made him feel like an imposter, having little training on the skill yet being so good at it, not to mention how lazy he was.
Turaga Dume stepped in with a Matoran with no Kanohi. “Vakama?” He asked rhetorically. “Why has this Matorans Kanohi not been finished yet?”. “Uh..Uh, just a second please Turaga.” He scrambled to pick up the parts of the broken Hau lying on the floor. Turaga Dume let out something between a grunt and a laugh and left the Matoran standing in Vakamas work shop. The Matoran was a Ta Matoran which meant he was a dark red colour.  His hands and feet were a bright yellow colour. “Sorry about the wait” Vakama said. “Its okay” the Matoran laughed,” my shift doesn’t start until 8”.” Its Jaller right?” asked Vakama. “Yes it is. And that must make you Vakama, the great mask maker!”. “Right, the great mask maker” As Vakama said this his sentence trailed of into almost a whisper of embarrassment. Jaller noticed this, so he quickly changed the subject. “So, how does mask making actually work? ”Vakamas eyes light up, he was in his Zone now. “Well, Kanohi is a just a fancy word for mask. Each Kanohi or masks is made from a disk. Each disk has a different power. Some disks can be used for powerless Kanohi like ours, some can be used for Noble Kanohi  like Turaga Dume, and finally some can be used to make GREAT Kanohi. Like the one that Toa Lihkan wears.” Jaller looked confused, so Vakama gave up. To think he was giving him the basics. “Guards, all strength and no brain” Vakama thought. “Listen, Vakama I really gotta go so is there any temporay masks that I can use for the mean time?”. “Uh, well there is this”. He picked up a yellow Mahiki. “This okay?”. “Great!, so you later Vakama!” and wioth that he ran out the door ready to start another 10 hours standing at the gate of Ta Metru, waiting enemies that they hoped would never come.

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Okay so Ive got a blog so I might as well use it. This isnt an actually story as in a Novel yet but Im going to be telling you guys the plots in Bullet points and things like that. If you guys can find any plot holes or things you dont like then that would be good.
I am basically rewriting Bionicle. Please not I do not have anything against the original cannon but I just want to do my own thing. Be warned, it is not for the VERY young. It will involve: some things people may find controversial like homo sexuality(please not I am not against it. It will base heavily on character developmental and will follow many of the characters and delve deep into their lives. It will be based VERY loosely on the original canon, sometimes closer than others.
If any one interested my next entert will be an introduction of the characters and stuff.