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Journey Into The Light
Part I: The Bohrok-Kal
Summer 1 : 1
There, I wrote in this thing. The first page is no longer blank.
I guess I should explain what this thing is. I’m Takua the Chronicler, from Ta-Koro, the village of fire, and this is my journal. Turaga Vakama gave it to me, along with a nice fancy ink pen, to carry with me as I travel and document the events unfolding on Mata Nui. Whenever I get back to Ta-Koro, I’ll transcribe them onto the Wall of History. He said to fill it with lots of detail, since I can always shorten it later when I transcribe it. Besides, it’s easier to write in a paper book than to carve into stone. So I’m going to write about everything, even the things I’m not going to tell Turaga Vakama. I’m going to be the only one reading it, anyway.
I wish I had had this book a long time ago. I lost my memory at one point, and it would have been helpful to have written some things down. My friends tell me I had quite a few adventures back then. I traveled all over the island, eventually finding and gathering the Toa stones that brought the legendary heroes to Mata Nui. The whole thing is still rather foggy to me, but occasionally something happens that triggers a memory. When that happens, I’ll write it down here, too.
And then there was the last moon of the infected Rahi. Anyone who has studied Mata Nui history knows how that went. My memory is intact from the time I woke on the beach in Ta-Wahi, my head throbbing and my mask lying next to me in the sand. Maku was yelling and waving her arms, and I went to talk to her. From that moment on, I re-learned who and what everyone was on Mata Nui. I traveled to all the villages, wondering who I was. Everyone was having problems, and they treated me like a hero for helping. Turaga Nokama started calling me ‘Chronicler’ and said I had an important destiny. Turaga Nuju asked me to carry a message to the other village elders. And Turaga Vakama talked me into gathering a company to help the Toa, like I was some kind of leader. Hey, I was just in the right place at the right time. Finally, the Toa gathered at the Kini-Nui to confront Makuta, and we went there to defend their backs. And then something amazing happened. Toa Gali sent me visions from deep in Mangaia, so I could tell the tale of the defeat of Makuta. Her transmission was interrupted once things heated up, though, so I had to go down there myself to witness the final battle. It was unforgettable.
Turaga Vakama was there on the beach to greet me when it was over. I had gathered, from some things he had said while I was wandering, that I had left my village on less than friendly terms. The memory of his warm, welcoming words, after my long exile, will be with me forever.
Of course, Makuta wasn’t finished with us yet. In his death throes, he triggered the release of the Bohrok. I saw the first of them hatching, right after he went down. They did their best to devastate the entire island, but of course the Toa defeated their queens and came back more powerful than ever, and we were safe again. While the Toa were gone, I traveled with Jala and Nuparu, helping the Matoran defend themselves against those nasty mechanical bugs, and that’s when Jala and I became best friends. We stayed in Ga-Koro for a little while after the Toa’s victory, because a certain pretty Ga-Koronan came up to Jala and put a flower in his mask. He still blushes when I remind him of that.
Now Jala and I have the opportunity to travel again. It’s not a pleasure trip, though. Apparently the Bahrag had six weapons in reserve, the Bohrok-Kal. The one we saw looked like a Bohrok, but it possessed strange and terrifying powers. It came and electrocuted Jala on the way to stealing Toa Tahu’s Nuva symbol from his Suva. So Toa Tahu is tracking it down to regain his elemental powers, which disappeared with the symbol. The first good look we got of Toa Tahu with his Nuva form and mask was right before the Tahnok-Kal made the stone doorway collapse on his head. Turaga Vakama says Tahu’s new powers are really impressive. I wish we had gotten to see them. But even though Tahu has lost his fire, his temper is still plenty hot.
Turaga Vakama let us go with Toa Tahu, to offer assistance and of course to record his story. I doubt if we can really help him, because even without his elemental powers, he’s many times stronger and smarter than we are, and he still has his noble masks and the Mask of Shielding. In the old days, before he went Nuva, he would have gone by himself using his Kakama, but now apparently Toa Pohatu is the only one who has one. But it’s probably good for Toa Tahu that we’re here, because it never hurts to have a couple of extra pairs of eyes, and a couple of extra heads. I think maybe Turaga Vakama wants us to be there just to keep Toa Tahu from going crazy with rage.
So, here we three sit, warming ourselves by the campfire. We’ve walked a long ways today, and I think Toa Tahu stopped only because Jala and I were starting to lag behind. I really miss my Ussal crab, Puku. She would definitely make this a lot easier, but as we were getting ready to leave, she took one look at Toa Tahu’s scowl and scurried back into my hut.
We’re somewhere between Ta-Wahi and Le-Wahi, judging from the terrain. It’s still barren volcanic rock for the most part, but the jungle has crept closer and taken a foothold in the rich soil it turns into when it decays. Every now and then some glowing eyes appear out of the patchy underbrush to check us out. Except for a few birds and insects, it’s pretty quiet.
Toa Tahu hasn’t said three words since we started out. He’s just staring morosely into the fire. His mask is gray now, the color of undifferentiated protodermis, since the Bohrok-Kal stole his fire. I feel really sorry for him. It must be awful, losing the very core of his identity, his reason for being on this island. Of course, if I expressed any sympathy, he would probably explode at me. So Jala and I have been keeping quiet, too.
I suppose this is enough writing for now. Jala has just returned from hunting, and I’d better start cooking the meat he hauled back. It’ll be enough to last us several days. We’ve gotten the camping routine down pretty well by now, me and Jala. He hunts while I gather, I cook while he keeps watch. Toa Tahu refused my trail mix while we were walking, but he actually ate some of the nuts I roasted while Jala was gone. Maybe he’s starting to calm down a little. I sure hope so, because it’s pretty dreary to travel with someone unless you can make conversation.
Summer 1 : 2
This morning, we made it into the thick of the jungle. I love it there, except for one thing: the bugs. Well, I don’t much care for the humidity, either. And the poisonous plants. Okay, so there are a lot of things not to like about Le-Wahi. But the sunlight streaming down through the tree canopy, and the colorful flowers and birds, make it all worthwhile.
Toa Tahu seems to have cheered up a bit. His frown is gone, anyway. I wandered off the trail to look at a really weird flower, and I stepped into a swampy spot up to my waist. Tahu heard my yell and came back for me. I was struggling in the muck, and he extended his sword to me. I caught a hint of a smile as he pulled me out. And then he tossed me in the air, spinning, to fling off the mud. He used his Hau to keep himself from getting splattered. Jala ducked behind a bush. He wrinkled his nose and complained about the smell. Jala walked on the other side of Toa Tahu after that.
The next time we got to a stream, Toa Tahu shoved me in. I hate getting wet, but at least I was clean again. Jala was laughing at me, so I got back at him by standing next to him and shaking the water off. Then Toa Tahu started laughing. No one can stay grumpy in Le-Wahi for very long. The jungle always has a way of reminding you of how crazy life really is.
When we took a break at mid-day, a bear came sniffing around to see what we were snacking on. Jala immediately jumped up, disc at the ready. Toa Tahu was a bit more complacent. He just sat there and watched the bear bounce off the shield of his Hau. It was incredible how his Kanohi protected all of us! It seems the protodermis made the Great Masks capable of that. Jala says maybe it’s a big hint from the spirit Mata Nui that the Toa are supposed to work together, but I’m not going to be the one to break the news to Toa Tahu. Before we left, Jala told him Hahli had overheard that Toa Gali was really mad at our Toa for splitting up the group. Apparently they were all testing their new powers against one another, and he and Toa Kopaka got pretty nasty with each other. Anyway, when Jala said that, Toa Tahu started grumbling that he didn’t need Toa Gali’s help, or anyone else’s. That’s when Turaga Vakama gave us the nod to go with him.
The bear kept coming back at us, so Toa Tahu stood up and jumped on its back the next time it lunged. Jala and I cowered behind a rock, watching with fascination as it thrashed and bucked, trying to throw him off. Toa Tahu changed to his Komau, and the animal let him ride it to a stop. Finally he let go and jumped to the side. Toa Tahu had a big grin on his face as the exasperated bear scrambled into the woods.
But soon we resumed the trail of the symbol thief, and he became serious again. It looked like the thing was speeding up. Toa Tahu kept stooping down and examining the crushed leaves and footprints in the moist ground. He didn’t tell us anything about what he was thinking, so we just trotted along behind him. It was a long day of nothing, except for the adventures with the mud and the bear.
So, since I don’t have anything interesting to write about, and I’m not sleepy yet, I might as well tell the tale of the defense of Ga-Koro against the Pahrak. Even though the basic description of the action is already on the Wall of History, in here I can add the funny parts. Now I’m really going to have to make sure Turaga Vakama never sees this!
Well, Jala had been sent by Turaga Vakama to check on Ga-Koro. Our Turaga is always very solicitous and protective of Ga-Koro, because let’s face it, girls are not as strong as we are. But they’ve never really needed our help, because they are really clever and resourceful. Sometimes I think not being as strong has caused them to be smarter than we are. So maybe Turaga Vakama was just being a gentleman, or maybe there’s more to it than that. I have my own theory. But enough about Turaga Vakama.
I had been with Nuparu and Moki in Le-Wahi. Say, that’s another story I need to write, but not today. We had just freed the Le-Koronans from the Nuhvok, and Nuparu told me that Onu-Koro had been evacuated already because of the Gahlok. He had actually invented the Boxor during their attack, originally as a tool to dig them out because he and Taipu and Onepu were trapped by a cave-in. Then he noticed that the Boxor could be used against the Bohrok. All right, I’m really getting off the subject here.
So, we knew that Onu-Koro was beyond hope, but the people were safe. Le-Koro was all right. Jala’s scouts had told us Ta-Koro was holding against the Kohrak, and we had no idea what was happening in the other three villages. So we decided to head for Ga-Koro first. Who wouldn’t?
We met Jala on the way there. He told us there had been reports of Pahrak in the area. We all crossed the causeway, Nuparu and Moki in their Boxors. I already had my doubts about those things when I saw them walking on the lily pads, because it was obviously tricky to maneuver them on a piece of floating plant. But I figured maybe they would intimidate the Bohrok, if nothing else. We got across, and immediately a swarm of Pahrak showed up at the gate of the village. So we had the most unlikely combatants you could imagine in the water village: a couple of bulky machines really designed for tunneling, and a bunch of heavy creatures whose element was stone.
Turaga Nokama seemed relieved to see us. She was about to tell us what to do, but then Kotu came running in and interrupted her. And then we saw something even more unexpected: boats full of Po-Koronans. I pinched myself just to make sure it wasn’t some wacky dream. It turns out the Po-Koronans had been driven out of their fortress village by the creatures best suited for destroying stone: the Tahnok. So they headed for Ga-Koro. Who wouldn’t?
Anyway, everyone knows the story about how Huki saved Maku from a flying rock as she dismantled the causeway to prevent the Pahrak from reaching the village. That was really amazing. He just grabbed Hahli’s net staff and swung it. I guess he’s really coordinated from all that koli playing. I never would have made that shot.
So, the Pahrak were held off for a little while. Everyone got a rest for their jangled nerves that night. But we knew the Pahrak hadn’t really given up. Jala and I were walking around and talking, and to my surprise Hahli, who’s kind of shy, joined us. We walked out to the lily pad where Huki and Maku were sitting. As soon as I saw them, I realized they wanted to be alone, but Jala was totally clueless. He just jumped right into the conversation. Poor Huki and Maku moved apart on the lily pad. With more than two villages of Matoran spending the night on a dozen lily pads, I suppose privacy was pretty much impossible.
The next morning, the Pahrak made a path to the village from the other side by smashing that beautiful Kaukau statue at the waterfall. Those nasty bugs dumped Nuparu and Moki right into the water with their Boxors. And Maku and Kotu swam down and pulled them out. Onu-Koronans aren’t bad swimmers, but it took them a while to get out of the Boxors, and they were running out of air. So much for the fragile girls needing help from us!
So, there we were, facing off the Bohrok, when the goat-dogs showed up. The Turaga immediately realized that the Va were swapping the Pahrak’s krana with Vu so the Pahrak could fly. They zoomed at us and smashed some of the huts, then regrouped for another attack. The Matoran and Turaga were all huddled together on one big pad, but Jala and I had been split off from the group, and we felt really helpless. Then I saw the poles and tested one, and they were nice and springy. I looked at Jala, and he understood what I wanted to do. I climbed one, and he launched me. I made my stand, and the Pahrak stopped. Probably because they were curious as to what kind of fool would actually do a stupid thing like that.
Later Jala said, “That was crazy, Takua! What were you thinking when you jumped out there in front of those things?” So I asked him, “What were YOU thinking when you launched me?” He just laughed.
I don’t even remember what I was thinking. I just knew I couldn’t stand by and let those people get hurt by those monsters. And by some miracle, the Toa defeated the Bahrag at just that moment, and the Bohrok just shut down. Turaga Nokama said if I hadn’t jumped in front of the Pahrak, the Toa’s victory might have come too late to save the Matoran on that lily pad. But I don’t think I was a hero. All I know is, I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Again.
Summer 1 : 3
This afternoon we found Toa Lewa. Actually, he almost fell on us. We were picking our way through a wetland when he crashed through the tree canopy and landed right in front of Toa Tahu. He just missed a big patch of swamp.
He groaned and gave us a half-smile when he saw us. He wanted to just lie there, tangled in the briars, but Toa Tahu snapped, “On your feet, Toa of Air!”
Toa Lewa explained that he was chasing a Bohrok when he suddenly felt too heavy to fly, and he realized he no longer had power over the wind. When Toa Tahu told him it was a Bohrok-Kal, Toa Lewa seemed relieved to be able to blame it on the Bohrok.
Toa Tahu resumed the pace. Toa Lewa stumbled along behind us, looking rather dejected. It occurred to me that maybe he didn’t really feel at home walking on the ground, since he’d always traveled in the treetops whenever he could. Even though it was his jungle, he let Toa Tahu lead the way.
The forest got really dense, and Toa Tahu started hacking the vines out of the way with one of his swords. He glanced behind him to make sure we were still following him. Jala and I were right there, but Toa Lewa had lagged behind. “Lewa!” he yelled. “Get your lazy rear in gear! This is not a sightseeing tour!”
Toa Lewa shouted back, “The bug-tracks are heading this way, Tahu. And I think the one I was fly-chasing has joined yours, because there are two sets now.”
Toa Tahu turned around and followed his voice. We found him a few dozen bios away, pointing to a trail cut through the thicket. I was really relieved to see it. At least the Bohrok-Kal had enough sense to take the easy way. Toa Tahu stepped into the lead again, and we started following the path.
Toa Lewa asked, “Is your Toa always this full of joy-cheer?”
We could see Toa Tahu's back stiffen as he walked a couple bios ahead of us along the trail. Jala, who's always really good at being diplomatic in this sort of situation, answered. “Well, Toa Lewa, I think you probably know him as well as we do. After all, you Toa have been through some really dire situations together.”
Toa Lewa nodded. “Yes, we have, little fire-soldier.”
Jala must have been feeling plucky, because he kept the conversation going. “But aren’t you angry that your powers have been stolen, too?”
“Of course I am. But I’m not going to make my true-friends miserable over it. No one’s been hurt, and we have to keep each other brave-hearted.”
Toa Tahu stopped and pivoted on his heels to look at Toa Lewa. Jala and I were trapped between them, with impenetrable jungle on each side. We glanced uneasily from one gray mask to the other as they faced off over our heads.
“Just what are you saying, Lewa?” challenged Toa Tahu.
“I’m saying that you should lighten up, Tahu, and stop spreading your deep-gloom to the rest of us.”
They stared at one another, neither flinching. Their eyes blazed intensely. Toa Lewa was shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he was starting to feel uncomfortable, but he stood his ground.
Finally Toa Tahu cracked a smile. “You’re right, you insufferable airhead,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m doing just what you accuse me of.” He clapped Toa Lewa on the shoulder. “Let’s save our anger for those vile creatures we’re tracking.”
Jala and I decided it was probably safe to breathe again. Toa Lewa grinned back at Toa Tahu. “You may have lost the fire-spark in your swords, but it’s still there in your heart.”
Toa Tahu muttered something about how the morale speeches were better left to the Turaga. Then he turned and led the way again.
We had already covered a lot of ground today when we found Toa Lewa, and I was really happy when Toa Tahu finally announced that it was time to make camp. As I built the fire, Jala started asking Toa Lewa a bunch of questions about the Bohrok-Kal. Jala’s always telling me how important information is in planning war strategy. I’m glad he’s interested in that stuff, because it helps him do a good job defending the island. But personally, I find it really boring. Whenever he gets started on his military theories, I usually just daydream about lava surfing, or traveling, or Nixie.
But anyway, Toa Lewa told us that the Bohrok he was chasing had taken the symbol from his Suva in the village. He was sitting in a tree playing his horn and wondering why he was suddenly unable to make it sound right. He figured something had gotten stuck inside it, and he was holding it upside down and shaking it, when Kongu flew over on Ka and landed next to him. Kongu told him this really shiny Bohrok had swiped the symbol and jumped out of the big tree, floating to the ground. Then Kongu took off toward Le-Koro again. Toa Lewa jumped up and spotted the creature on the ground below. It was carrying the symbol on its back. He swung away after it, and that’s when he realized he had lost his air powers. The Bohrok looked up at him, waved its hand shields, and immediately he plummeted to the ground. That’s when we found him. So we must have just missed the thing.
Of course Toa Lewa told it a lot longer than that, with all sorts of irrelevant details about what kind of tree he was sitting in, how Ka landed on the branch without knocking off any of the flowers, and so on. Toa Tahu got a little impatient with the storytelling style, but he was very interested in the part about the Kal itself. He concluded that the black one that took Toa Lewa’s powers must have control over gravity, like the red one does over electricity. He started referring to them as the Tahnok-Kal and the Nuhvok-Kal. Toa Lewa asked what he planned to do whenever we caught up with them, and Toa Tahu just smiled grimly and swung his sword through the air. I couldn’t help but remember how the Tahnok-Kal had frozen Jala in an electric field and brought down all those rocks on Toa Tahu’s head. And apparently the Nuhvok-Kal was stronger than Toa Lewa’s Miru, too. But I decided I’d better let the Toa worry about all that. I’m just here to write about it.
After we ate and cleaned up, I offered to keep the first watch of the night. Everyone else is lying down, and from the sound of his breathing, Toa Lewa is already asleep. So, I’d better stop writing and put away this journal. Jala always says when you’re keeping watch, you’re actually supposed to be watching out for danger. So, since he’s lying over there glaring at me, that’s all for today.
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Edited by GaliGee, Feb 10 2012 - 01:56 PM.