IC- Verak - Mount Ihu
The biggest problem with the Matoran language was that there was only one word for pain. When you said it, you could mean any number of things. There was the pain you felt when your hands were raw from rubbing against harsh rock, that stinging feeling that tingled a bit. There was the pain of the cold wind whipping bits of snow into your body, the pieces of snow and ice feeling like tiny rocks and hurting far more than they should. There was the feeling of cold air chilling your armor and freezing your skin. There was that burning feeling coming from being pressed against raw ice, and the burning feeling you get in your muscles when you’ve overextended yourself, or the ache in your side from cardiovascular exhaustion. There was the pain of a reopened wound or the pain of a hastily made bandage rubbing against a huge scab.
All these sensations were clawing at Verak’s body and he climbed the slopes of mount Ihu. To say he was in pain would be an understatement- obviously, many more words for pain were needed to accurately describe his condition.
Usually, this sort of condition would prompt him to turn back, but Verak was not in a usual condition. There was something else in him, burning much stronger than the sum of all his separate pains. Something far more important than his excruciating wounds from a week ago or the fact that he had trouble using his left leg. He didn’t mind any of that, because something else was burning so strongly the rest of his pain was being washed away.
It was his curiosity.
Verak had seen a flash light up the sky like a beacon, glowing with impossible strength. It had been amazing- and Verak could not even imagine what had caused it. No Vortixx tech was that strong, and both the gods of the island were relatively dormant. Even a Toa going Nova would not make that sort of light, for there was no such thing as a Toa of light or energy.
Or was there…
His mind jerked back to the present as his wounded left leg slipped out of it’s icy foothold, leaving him hanging to the cliff edge with only one hand. Verak shouted in denial of his pain as the feeling in his arm became excruciating. He knew the limits of his strength, and now he had gone far beyond his limits. Yet, somehow, he held on, driven now by the motivation of survival.
He other arm soon joined the first in the small icy intent in the cliff face, and his feet soon found purchase on the slope. With a steely grimace, he pulled himself upwards. There was no going back now- going up was faster that going down. It was the only way forwards.
It wasn’t long before he pulled himself onto the top of the cliff, only to see another icy cliff in his path. He took a halfhearted step forwards, and his legs collapsed under him, unable to support his weight. He lay in the ground, taking the pebbles of ice and snow thrown violently at him by the ice and snow.
A cold feeling seeped into his bones as he lay there, looking at the clear night sky, his chest heaving. His body refused to go any further. Smothered by exhaustion, he asked himself why it mattered. What was it about that light?
Verak closed his eyes and remembered it. It was more than an explosion of energy- it was a signal. A gleaming sign for him, pointing the way. It was a promise of adventure and excitement and mystery, beckoning him to come see.
Verak wanted to find out what it was, and he was going to find it. He had decided. Nothing, nothing was going to get in his way. Nothing was going to stop him. He had never let anything make his decisions for him, not society, not other people, and not nature. He was a Toa. He was a free spirit. The master of his own Destiny. Was this mountain trying to tell him what to do? Who did it think it was?
With a grunt, Verak pulled himself to his feet, denying the pain coursing through his body
“Don’t tell me what I CAN”T DO!” Verak roared into the wind.
Then he threw himself against the icy surface, using every remaining ounce of strength to pull himself higher and higher, laughing as he conquered the mountain.
Every inch higher he came, his pain grew, but so did his determination.
Painful minutes, that seemed to him like long hours stretched on- soon he had forgotten what he was doing, what was at the end, and what was before. Every inch of him had become devoted to slowly climbing, Reaching for the next handhold. He was in a rhythm, doing nothing but pulling himself up, ignoring the pain screaming for him to stop.
Nothing can tell me what to do.
I decide my Destiny.
With one final heave, Verak found himself on top of the ridge, laughing maniacally in victory. Below him stretched the rocky slope down to the jungle filled valley where the Kini-Nui temple sat.
He had made it.
He shouted a cry of exultation to the wind, boasting of his victory. He had DONE it! Before him lay adventure, excitement.
“I did it! I’m unstoppable!”
Verak lay down in the soft snow and rested after his victory.
EDIT- Oh, and Verak to Kini-Nui