Book One: The Fiery Beast
When the sun sets for the final time
Six heroes shall rise to dispell crime
The fiery beast shall lead the quest
To put the darkness back into rest
At his side the earth wil stand steady
Ensuring that the beast is ready
When the time is right to fight the night
The beast shall be betrayed by the light
The land will fall asleep once again
Awaiting the true hero of Lain
Prota reread the ancient prophecy for at least the hundredth time, hoping to find some meaning to the cryptic clues. She believed that the firey beast and the earth were toa of some sort. The six heroes were also likely to be toa. But when the sut sets for the final time meant nothing to her.
Lain Nui, a small island at the far south of the matoran universe, had no sun. All light was provided by light stones. Prota had voyaged to the north a bit, but even the larger island had no sun. If the sun was to set- even once- it had to rise first.
Prota put the prophecy away into a small desk in her room. As chronicler of Lain Nui, Prota was responsable for keeping important documents, such as the prophecy, in her care. The small desk also held the past chronicles of Lain Nui, which Prota often read. The older chronicles included heroir stories of toa teams fighting off evil villains, deranged rahi, and keeping natural disasters to low risk events. The most heroic of all the heroes was Lain himself, who had the island renamed after himself. He hadn't forced the matoran to rename the island, they had done it out of respect for his wisdom, power, and caring nature.
Lain was the last toa of Lain Nui. When he had completed his final task, Mata Nui took him away, leaving a single toa stone behind in the temple of Irila, another former toa. The toa stone had a note attached to it, written by Lain. The note is now framed in the museum of Lain Nui. It explains that when the time comes, the matoran of Lain Nui will know who the toa stone is for.
Prota often wondered who the chosen matoran was, and if the matoran was even alive at this time. Although Lain had been taken away from them, Mata Nui had protected Lain Nui, keeping all danger away. When Mata Nui had taken Lain away he had appeared in a physical form and explained that Lain was needed elsewhere. In the far north there was a war taking place, and Mata Nui was not allowed to interfere. The Great Beings had intervened when Mata Nui had tried to enter the war the first time. Now Mata Nui planned to send Lain in to end the war.
That had been years ago. Lain had never returned. No one had sent Lain Nui a message. No one ever came to Lain Nui anymore. Mata Nui's protection often seemed like a curse, although no matoran expressed this feeling. Mata Nui was doing them a favour. Or so thought Mata Nui.
The next day Prota ventured out of her home and walked to the temple of Irila. Prota often visited the temple of Irila, mostly to stare at the toa stone, but also to offer guidance to young matoran who would be planning for their first Embarkment. Prota would offer information about the matoran's proposed destination, and would then begin to chronicle their journey.
The Embarkment was a ritual that Lain Nui had begun ever since Lain had been taken away. Matoran could ask the leaders of Lain Nui (the city has multiple turuga) to allow them to explore life outside of Lain Nui, in the hope of finding Lain. In the beginning, many matoran had applied to Embark. The turuga of Lain Nui had since made rules and restrictions concerning the Embarkment.
Matoran could only Embark in groups of six or less, to replicate a toa team. No food could be brought out of the city- if you Embarked, then you did so without city resources. Finally, your Embarkment had to be longer than the previous Embarker's quest.
The final rule was the worst rule. As time passed, going on an Embarkment meant saving a lot of money so that you could finance your Embarkment. Renting a boat or other vehicle was costly, and getting a group of six reliable matoran together was tough. Similar to a toa team, a team of six matoran had to consist of matoran that could work efficiently together.
In recent months, only two Embarkments had taken place. Only one team of matoran had returned, after travelling north to the fifth island.
The island north of Lain Nui had names, but they were not known to the matoran of Lain Nui, and were referred to simply by the number they were above Lain Nui; the first being first island, the second being second island and so on.
So far, the embarkments had only reached the fifth island, but that alone was a four month round trip journey.
To say the least, Prota often discouraged Embarkments. But there were matoran that could not be convinced otherwise. And today, Prota would find that she could not even herself that the Embarkment proposed was safe. But she would join it anyways, because the matoran had explained that this would be the last Embarkment.
Lain sat, his back against the cold iron wall. Eight years since he had been taken away. Eight years he had lost. There had been no war. There had been no Mata Nui. There had been no truth. Only lies.
The cell wall was too thick for Lain to break, even if he had been free to attack it with full force. He had sat chained to the wall for eight years. He didn't move. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep.
Lain was fed by a needle that was injected into his back four times a day. He never felt hungry or thirsty. He never felt tired.He didn't understand it entirely. He often thought he was going crazy. His shadow would appear on the wall and wave at him. Taunt him. Jump towards him and dissapear at the last second.
Other times he realized that whoever had disguised itself as Mata Nui was trying to drive him crazy. Make him insane. Lain wouldn't let his enemy win. He had survived eight years of nothing. He could survive longer.
The wall infront of Lain crumbled. Lain was so shocked that he tried to hide, but being chained to a wall he could not move at all. A tall figure dressed in dark blues robes entered the cell and looked at Lain. The figure proceeded to kick Lain forcefully, then turned around to leave.
"Things will be different from now on, Lain, Toa of Earth. Today you will watch the beginning of the end. The foolish matoran of Lain Nui- yes, they renamed their island after you- have decided to begin a quest, a quest that they hope will lead to you."
The shady figure faced Lain, hoping for a stunned reaction. Lain sat motionless.
"For eight years they have been journeying out on quests. The turuga of Lain Nui had decided that the quests are futile. They have allowed one final quest, but that is all. This is the last chance you'll have to be saved. And so, in honour of you, I've decided to give you a new kanohi. I thought this would be fun for you."
Lain stared at the figure. He was trembling on the inside. He had never thought that the matoran would remember him so much. Never imagined that they would name an island after him. Lain wanted to scream. To shout and attack the dark figure in front of him. But he couldn't. He had to remain calm.
"I'm surprised that you lasted this long. Really, I am," the figure began. "I thought you'd go crazy a long time ago. But no matter. With this new kanohi, I don't see you lasting another month. Do you know why? I'll tell you. I'm going to force you to watch your matoran friends as they begin their quest to find you. You'll watch their minimal success. You'll watch as I attack them and leave them for scrap metal. You'll watch them get so close to you. You'll reach out your hand, because I'll unchain one of your hands. And just as you're about to touch one of their hands I will terminate you all. It will all be for nothing. And do you what I'll do after that? No, you don't?
"I'll find you. I'll re-animate you with my mask. I will haunt you until your spirit breaks down so entirely that you won't remember anything but you're inability to save those that matter. You'll be a name in a book and nothing more. "
The dark figure reached down and ripped Lain's mask off. Lain's eyes decieved him and showed true fear. The shady figure punched Lain in the face before putting a new mask on.
When Lain opened his eyes he had entered darkness.
Edited by Iapetus, Oct 18 2011 - 08:10 PM.