They were too late.
Virin and Firion had been heading towards the beach, to speak with one of the Ga-Koro military commanders, Daylaria, but when they had nearly reached the beach, they were swept up in traffic. A moving crowd was cheering and the two men had realized that it was too late. The Turaga had already entered the village, protected by the Toa Arete and another powerful Toa that Virin didn’t know. His eyes narrowed as he saw the two Arete, smiling and waving to the people. One of them was their leader, Ketan, the Toa that he had spoken too earlier. He wore that same smile that he had shown to Virin earlier when he had first arrived in the village. Perhaps, it truly was genuine? Still, even if the Arete were the heroes they claimed to be, Virin felt he should be at their sides as a fellow hero of Ga-Koro. His eyes looked around at the people, though. Their eyes were glued to the Turaga, to the Arete and the other powerful guard. They were the true champions. Virin’s face seemed to darken as he was hit with a single fact. He was not needed her. He had returned to a village where the champions had already been chosen. The people had picked who they wanted to believe in and there was nothing Virin could do to change that. He would return to the Lighthouse.
Turning his back on the celebration and trying to block out the sound of cheer and joy from the Ga-Matoran, Virin continued on his way to the beach. However, someone tapped him on his back and he looked down, already knowing who it was. His new companion, the marine Firion, who had a look of skepticism planted on his Kanohi.
“What’s wrong with you, big guy?” He asked Virin sarcastically.
Virin seemed to struggle to get the words out. “I… I.. do not belong her, friend. I appreciate you for your companionship, but the truth can no longer be avoided. I am not the hero Ga-Koro needs. I should’ve stayed away from this village, never returned to this place. For they already have their heroes… the Arete, that golden Toa and you for instance.” He told Firion, staring down at the smaller man, whose bravery seemed to dwarf Virin at this point.
Then the little Matoran did something that surprised him. With his incredible leg strength, Firion leapt into the air until his eyes met Virin’s eyes and he reeled back his head, slamming it into the other Toa’s Kanohi. This was impressive for two reasons. Virin was one of the tallest Toa on the island and Firion had just jumped high enough that the two could look into each other’s eyes. He had to have been some kind of… Super-Matoran to pull off such a feat. The other reason why it was so impressive is that the force of his head butt had sent Virin reeling back. The Toa now had a piercing headache that didn’t want to go away. He could now add that to his current list of troubles. Through gritted teeth, Virin shouted at the Matoran, “What did you do that for!?”
“To wake you up.” Firion told Virin, walking away from the Toa who now had a confused grimace on his face.
“What the karzahni does that mean?”
Firion glared at Virin, “It means that I’m disappointed. An hour after we meet, you’ve already given up and are ready to hop on a boat back home. That’s the reason why you’re not a hero; not because the people liking someone better than you. Being a hero isn’t about popularity or fans or anything like that. The problem is that you’re acting like a coward!” Firion roared at Virin, his words so loud that they only made Virin’s head hurt worse. But they also did something else.
It woke Virin up.
Everything Firion had just said was correct; he was acting like nothing but a coward, hiding behind the shadows of other Toa. His eyes seemed to intensify as he looked at Firion, not with hate or anything like that, but respect. Respect wasn’t something that he just gave away, either. He respected the Ga-Matoran for having the courage to tell him something like that, even though it hurt, it was the truth. He had to face that fact and stop running away so much. Gripping his trident, Virin realized that he wouldn’t be leaving this island anytime soon. There was work that needed to be done.
A smile had fallen on Firion’s face as he realized that Virin had come to his senses. Jokingly he says, “Now get yourself-“
“Murderer!” he shouted. “Ga-Koro, to me! To me! The Skakdi has murdered our Turaga!”
Before he could finish the sentence, a cry rang throughout the village. That was the voice of Ketan and although neither one of them could see past the chaos that now engulfed the village, his words had hit both of them rather hard.
The Turaga was dead.
Even though Virin hadn’t seen her in many years and his fondest memories of her were no doubt different from the woman she was now, Virin leapt into action. Although the swirling vortex of Ga-Matoran was an annoyance, Virin was a Toa. He wouldn’t let them slow him down. He pushed through the vortex and nothing would stop him from reaching that man. The Toa’s glare pushed him forward, he was so focused that he failed to see the Skakdi slip away from the scene, undetected. The true villain of this nightmare had escaped, but he wasn’t the object of Virin’s wrath. No, it was Ketan. That Toa had failed in his duty, even though Virin had warned him of what might happen.
“STOP! STOP!” Firion yelled, although his voice was lost amongst the cries of the other Ga-Matoran who were in a panicked state due to their fallen leader. He gritted his teeth, it was too late and there was no way he was going to stop Virin from doing what he planned too. Even though, it was an incredibly big mistake. One that he wasn’t quite sure he would live, through. The Toa Arete would get to him or the Ga-Matoran would. Either way, he most likely wasn’t going to make it past this.
Now that Virin had made his way through the crowd, he could finally see the emerald Toa, Ketan. “Ketan,” He growled, moving closer to the man. His fists were clenched tightly. “I tried to warn you of what might happen!”
The Toa of Water then tried to do the unthinkable. He swung at Ketan’s face, intending to break it into a thousand pieces…