Just Another Path
“End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... then you see it!”
-Gandalf the White, Return of the King (Film)
Matoro swam away from where the others fought, his mind racing in fear and terror. What if the Great Spirit was dead? What then? He thought, and suddenly, hope seemed to desert him, and fear began to creep into his mind.
A Toa does not fear. He reminded himself. This had been his one rule his entire quest, the one thought that kept him going. The one thing that had kept him fighting, the one thought in his head as he risked his life for others.
Diving deeper, Matoro followed the Island of Voya Nui as it sunk, his heart pounding in fear and anticipation. Everything was on his shoulders now, and his shoulders alone.
Suddenly, Matoro felt himself being pulled in one direction, and he began to swim away, only to stop. Something just told him to stop. Looking around, Matoro saw no one. Before he could ask who was there, he was sucked away by the current.
To his amazement, he fell onto dry land. What the- He thought as he felt the stone he was standing on.
Suddenly, the voice reappeared. “Put on the mask.” Matoro whirled around. “What? Who?” He asked, unable to comprehend how someone followed him. “Matoro. It’s time.” The voice repeated, mysterious, harsh and kind all at once.
Nodding in resignation, Matoro placed the Kanohi of Life onto his face, and at once felt a reaction.
His mind was swarming with memories of his life, from Mata-Nui, to Voya-Nui, and now to his time in the underwater world. A tear fell down his face as the memories speed by, almost too fast to understand.
He understood. The Mask was telling him what his life’s meaning, his destiny, was. Tears flew freely from his eyes, streaming down before falling to the stone like rain.
Concentrating, his activated the mask’s full potential, and was greeted by a flood of knowledge, how and why things lived, how and why things died, everything. He was being told the secrets of life.
Death is not the end. I shall join them, my friends, one day. But for now, I must let myself go, I must die so that others may live. He thought, deciding to fulfill his destiny, no matter the price.
And with that, Toa Matoro let go, allowing the mask to use his energies to save the Great Spirit, the universe, and all those who live within it.
And as he did this, he smiled, and saw peaceful Ko-Koro, with it’s snow-capped mountains, it’s quiet atmosphere, and all the citizens, including Turaga Nuju. In short, he died happy, the knowledge that he was saving others giving him peace that no others have ever experienced.
Edited by Lord Darkon, Feb 14 2012 - 01:43 PM.