Aftermath: Book I
The soft pitter-patter of rain, rhythmically striking the metal hull of the boat, creating a light drumbeat that partially echoed in the cold night. The splitting of the waves as the front of the boat carved a slow path through the icy, black waters. The snapping of his own fingers as he observed the familiar sea, a small fire flickering on and off as he did so. These sounds were all that the Toa of Fire heard as he sat upon the deck of his group’s ship, leaning over the middle bar of the railing, his glowing red eyes set on the horizon. His small fires, hissing as rain fell upon them, constantly attempting to quench the flames, illuminated the area around him. Two sword hilts glistened in the sheathes on his belt; from beneath the hood of his rain-soaked crimson and black robe, which he had pulled tightly against his armored body, a scarred, black and red Kanohi Kualsi glinted momentarily in the light.
Clasped on his shoulder was a silver piece of metal, bearing on it an intricate coat of arms — a demonic, yet regal looking mask, set behind a dagger and a branch; the symbol of the Dark Hunters, one of the largest, longest lasting groups of criminals and murders in the known universe. It was not a symbol that the Toa wore that often, nor did he wear it lightly; while he was indeed a member of the organization, he had always felt certain… restraint within the organization; as such, his loyalty to the cause was questionable at best. Despite his personal feelings towards them, however, this mission required that he bear some sort of identification for his new employers. The Toa simply could not avoid wearing that hated clasp this time around — though, admittedly, it wouldn’t be required for long…
He let his eyes wander to his left, scanning another area of the vast sea; amidst his peripherals, barely visible due to the rain that was running down his mask in an impressive stream, he could see the door to the inner cabins, where his brother and sister hunters rested. There they waited, as he did, for their arrival at Exa-Nui; and from there, introductions with their employers.
The Toa of Fire turned his gaze back to the front of the deck. He, like the others, had received little information on the two beings who had requested their services. From what he had been told, the contractors had been a group of five Makuta; two of these — a pair of twins, Makuta Jaeda, the Mistress of Crimson, and Xaeda, the Lord of Ebony — acted as their leaders. Together, they acted as guardians and watchers of the island of Exa-Nui, sworn to keep the darkness of the island — confined to a vast land known simply as Kra-Wahi, the Darkness of Exa-Nui – in check, making sure that the shadows did not provide a threat to the rest of the island.
That, however, was all he knew, discounting his own, personal knowledge of the island. For the Dark Hunter, just like those that currently traveled with him, had originated on the island, acting as defenders of the land along with their other six brothers and sisters. Jealousy, however, was a powerful corrupter, and the six of them had found themselves envying the superior skills of their brethren during the Great War. It did not take long for the Toa of Fire to convince the others to leave with him, to seek out new lands…
Yet, he did not remember these Makuta being on the island when they had left. Kra-Wahi had existed, there was no doubt of that; he recalled that terrible place far too vividly. He remembered the ever-present darkness in the area, a shadowy mist that made it virtually impossible for most normal beings to see in. It was a place infested with monsters that Matoran could only dream of, never imagining that they were right at their door step. A gate had separated it from the rest of the island, keeping the shadows behind it at bay; how that had worked for so long, and why it seemed as if it wasn’t working now was another question entirely…
So… what could Makuta need our help in keeping back there, if they possess dominion over the darkness already? he wondered. No doubt they were plotting something; his experience in the Dark Hunters had taught him that even the most docile of beings could and most certainly did have plots hidden beneath their wings, just waiting for the right moment to strike. The Toa shook his head; he was making assumptions. Soon enough, they would find out what they were needed for…
It seemed like an eternity before the Dark Hunter received the first dreadful sign that they were drawing near. Deep, black clouds suddenly blotted out what light of the moon had managed to get through the rain clouds. The darkness only intensified the sounds of rain and wind around him, yet it seemed to dull his feeling of touch; a small fire coming to light in his hand quickly fixed that, giving him a slightly larger field of vision. Steam rose from the flames where raindrops continued to land; their hissing, coupled with the shadows around the Dark Hunter, gave the surrounding darkness an unnatural feel to it, one that he hadn’t felt since he had been here last.
Home sweet home… he thought bitterly, gripping the railing tightly as he rose to his feet.
It didn’t take long for the island to rapidly come into sight; the Toa increased the size of the fire he was holding, slowly expanding his view. The rocky cliffs that outlined most of Kra-Wahi were beginning to come into view, slowly growing larger and taller. Angry waves lashed out at the rock faces, as if they were clawing for something hidden within. Once or twice, a shape would appear in the darkness above, before quickly fleeing to escape the light. A larger shape, possibly a Rahi, appeared in the water below as they neared; the darkness and the sloshing of the sea made it impossible to tell just what it was, which only added to the chills that were rapidly rolling along the Toa’s back.
The boat had turned right at this point, beginning to cut a new, westward path, closely following along the cliff face. The Toa of Fire held on tightly, keeping his grip as the boat rocked back and forth with the waves, his other hand held level with his head, the sole light source in the area. For a while, the scenery stayed static. Soon enough, however, the cliff suddenly vanished, and the Toa found himself staring at a metallic dock. The structure jutted out into the open water — at least five Bio in length, he estimated. Small, white lights lined its sides, perfectly spaced out though still providing little visibility on their own. A wide roof had been built above the entire thing, causing the water and rain to cascade down its slanted sides. The sight would have almost been beautiful, were it not for the strange being waiting at the dock.
Whether it was a robot or not was difficult to tell, the distance between the boat and dock notwithstanding. The person was tall, slightly bigger than a Toa and bearing a Kanohi; yet he was also extremely thin. The Dark Hunter was surprised that he could support the weight of his own body, let alone the deep blue armor that he wore. He couldn’t help but notice that the being’s arms — or at least, the shoulders — were quite… strange. They were lower than most other peoples’ shoulders were, about level with the middle of his chest. In each of his hands he held a lantern, and behind him, a black cape concealed his back. His expressionless, light blue eyes cut through the shadows with ease, locking with those of the Dark Hunter as the boat docked.
“Welcome,” the being said quietly, his voice heavily metallic, yet airy at the same time. The Toa of Fire opened the gate on the other side of the deck, slowly walking down the steps until he arrived on the platform. Behind him, he could hear the metallic clicks and creaking as the rest of his party gathered their supplies and began to head outside.
He didn’t bother waiting for them, instead opting to get things moving along. He nodded at the being. “Greetings,” he said, flashing his clasp to the creature. “My name is Dusk. I come on behalf of the Shadowed One.”
“I know who you are,” the being said simply. The way he said it almost made Dusk flinch, though he kept his cool; he was already getting bad vibes off of this… thing. “I am Kadris, servant of the Mistress and the Lord. I have been told what to look for in regards to the Dark Hunters that she has requested.” He stared at Dusk. Everything he said was stated in a completely mechanical fashion; the Dark Hunter was strongly beginning to believe that he was a robot, though the organics that were quickly becoming visible as his eyes grew more adjusted to the dark indicated otherwise. “Fire, ice, earth, air, stone, water. These are the elements that she requires. You are the Toa of Fire. The others have been sent with you. Is this correct?”
Dusk was silent for a moment. “I’m the only one you could actually call a Toa at this point, but yes, they’re in the cabin...”
“I did not call the others Toa,” Kadris pointed out, his emotionless gaze turning to the cabin door as it opened. Dusk averted his gaze to the side as heavy footfalls sounded behind him. Metallic clinks and clangs sounded as metal bumped against metal, the result of the Dark Hunters’ possessions bumping against each other inside of their satchels. Kadris watched the approaching hunters with the same expression that he had been staring at Dusk with; it was only now that the Toa of Fire realized that he hadn’t blinked once during their conversation. “Subjects identified. Huntress; ice. Pharaoh; stone. Grim; air. Fraction; earth. Dusk; fire. Unable to locate Shifter. Where is Shifter?”
“He’ll follow after us once we leave,” Dusk said quietly, as the others, too busy talking, fidgeting and arguing amongst themselves, ignored Kadris. “He doesn’t like to be seen unless he absolutely has to… He’s secretive like that.”
Kadris studied Dusk’s face for a fleeting moment, and then nodded. “Very well. Presence verified; Shifter, water, is here. Please follow me.” Mechanically, he turned and began walking to the shore, where a set of stairs awaited them, paving the way to an underground cavern. Dusk crossed his arms and followed after him; the others did not. He stopped and turned to look at them upon realizing this.
“Who’s that freak?” Fraction, former Toa of Earth, asked, his gruff voice filled to the brim with disdain. His body matched the level of his voice; like a Toa, he stood at seven feet, though his back was considerably and permanently hunched due to the weight of the four large, mechanical wings that had been implanted into his back. A silver, Pehkui-shaped Mask of Molecular Disruption, the Kanohi Doron, hid his dark face, revealing only his orange eyes. “The Shadowed One said we’d be workin’ for Makuta — chance of a lifetime, he said. I ain’t followin’ orders from some robotic butler.”
“He works for the Makuta, my brother,” Dusk said irritably. “We are under contract to them; that doesn’t mean they have to personally welcome us back home — even the Master has a servant for that. Would you come into this weather for a pathetic lot of killers?”
Pharaoh laughed at that; as prideful as she was, she had to admit that the Toa of Fire had made a rather good point. The other two ignored her, simply glaring each other down. Their stare down was broken as Kadris returned up the steps. “Please follow me,” he repeated. Dusk shot another look at his winged brother before obliging, walking towards the stairs. Slowly, the rest of the group followed, with Fraction at the back. A series of sounds sounded from behind them as they descended, like a mass of scurrying mechanical rats, though it quickly died down. Were they to look back, they would see that the boat was gone, no remnants of it left for prying eyes to see.
The group emerged from the bottom of the staircase and into a surprisingly well-lit hallway. The metal walls dimly reflected the lights of the torches; not enough to hurt one’s eyes after traveling amongst the shadows, but certainly enough that Dusk allowed the flame in his hands to die down. Kadris, too, went to turn off his lamps; as he did, the Toa of Fire looked over at him, jaw dropping slightly in surprise as he realized why the being’s shoulders had looked so unreal. Kadris did not possess one pair of arms, but three; the pair above the torch-wielding ones reached out from behind his cape to extinguish the lamps, moving the fabric enough to give Dusk a view of the third pair folded beneath. He couldn’t help but stare as the middle arms lowered, still clutching the lamps, allowing the top pair of long, thin arms to be used for whatever Kadris needed them for.
The robotic being looked at him, his expression turning to one of confusion as he noticed Dusk’s gaze. “Is there something wrong with me, sir?”
“What? No…” Dusk said uncomfortably, realizing what he was doing. “It’s just… Never mind.”
“Are you lying to me?” Kadris asked. “You seem frightened. Or perhaps disgusted. You feel as if I am unnatural. Is this assumption correct?”
“No, it’s not,” Dusk lied. “Look, can we just get moving? I want to rest.”
“You contradict yourself with this request for both movement and rest,” Kadris said, turning forward again. “But very well. I will lead you to my masters. Follow me.” He took off again, walking at a steady pace. Dusk threw a look at Fraction and the others; the former Toa of Earth merely shrugged, though he was unable to hide his smirk before they moved on.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. They walked for some time through that hallway, aware of the mechanical movements behind them that signaled Shift’s presence, though they never looked back: Doing so would just cause the Dark Hunter to disperse, to hide amongst the flittering shadows from the torch light. They focused on the walk. As Dusk grew bored, he closed his eyes, letting his senses guide him. He could hear and feel his surroundings more clearly by shutting off his view of the world, the windows that allowed light to reach his eyes.
He could distinctly make out the footsteps of each of the beings behind him — the heavy, weight-bearing steps of Fraction. The light steps of Pharaoh, a direct contrast to her large, heavily armored being. The sluggish footfalls of Huntress, perfectly modeling her drastically eroded mental state. The light, metallic taps on the ground as Grim moved his three, spider-like legs across the ground. There was the unsettling sliding sound that was caused by Shift as he moved behind them, phantom like with each movement, as if he were stalking prey. And finally, there were Kadris’s steps, perfectly spaced out, set just long enough for the next movement to occur and not a moment longer. He opened his eyes as the sounds of wind grew louder, the end of the hallway nearing at last.
Seconds later, they arrived at the next staircase. Climbing it, they emerged into a large courtyard-like area — not unlike the training arenas back on Odina, Dusk noted. Large walls, easily fifty feet high and at least as long as that, stood on three sides, including the one that they had emerged from; to their left, a massive fortress stood. Directly across from the fortress, in the center of the wall, was a pair of large doors. Four obelisks stood at each corner of the courtyard, each of them thirty feet tall and covered with strange runes; at their tips were large fires that illuminated the courtyard, hardly reacting to the rain falling upon them. Strange beings stood guard upon the courtyard walls, vigilantly watching the great expanse of land that lay beyond. They were visible by the light of the torches, each one armed with crossbows and swords. All were identical to Kadris in build, each possessing six arms and a mask, though Dusk could not make out their armor colors.
“What, exactly, is this place?” Grim, former Toa of Air, asked. His voice was quiet, airy and sly. He was a silver-tongued individual, ever calm, always able to weasel his way out of a sticky situation or whenever he did not want to deal with a problem. His determination, however, was infallible; never once had he given up a hunt. Despite every other disgusting attribute about him, from his half-Toa, half-spider appearance to his treacherous personality, Dusk had to respect his fellow Hunter’s charisma.
“This is my home,” the Makutas’ servant answered. “It is Mistress Jaeda and Master Xaeda’s fortress. It is from here that they watch over Kra-Wahi. It is from here that the future will change. I know this for a fact; Jaeda’s words ring true even in the darkest of hours.” He stopped at the mouth of the tunnel, turning to look at the Dark Hunters. “For the current time, and for many days to come, this, too, will be your home. You will live here. You will operate from this fortress, acting on the orders of the Mistress and the Mistress alone; in return for your assistance in the Mistress’s plans, you will be treated to luxuries that are not present for your brother and sister Hunters on Odina. Do you understand this?”
Pharaoh’s interest peaked at this. “That wasn’t mentioned before… Luxuries fit for a queen, I presume?”
Kadris nodded shortly. “Warm beds. The comfort of a fire. Specialized equipment. All that you could wish to eat—even foods befitting the more… enigmatic appetites of those amongst us.” His gaze darted to Huntress as he spoke; Dusk knew exactly what he was talking about.
Huntress, former Toa of Ice, was a massive being. Long ago, prior to their joining the Dark Hunters, she had been a truly beautiful person; travelers on Exa-Nui had been enamored by her, and statues had been made by the Matoran in her honor. Like the others, however, she soon fell out of the popular light when jealousy and bitterness towards the other six Toa Exas’ superior skills and abilities took over, driving her, like Pharaoh and their brothers, to seek out a new life. Upon joining the Dark Hunters, she, like most of the others, had been mutated, modified — and in her case, transformed into a monster with a chilling soft spot for Kraata… inside of her stomach. No doubt that would disturb the Makuta here, though there was little they could do to stop it. Dusk knew that; for the Shadowed One had tried, at least until he learned of the effects the Kraata had on her…
“Do you understand?” The Dark Hunters nodded unanimously. “Then let us go; my masters await your arrival.”
They continued forward. Kadris led them through the large courtyard, completely ignoring the rain that was quickly becoming an unrelenting nuisance to Dusk. They were paid no heed by the guards littered throughout the place; it seemed to Dusk that they were totally single-minded when it came to their duties, especially if Kadris was any indication. He wondered what their story was. Never before had he seen these kinds of beings, on or off of Exa-Nui, yet here were a relatively large number of them, diligently serving the Makuta of the island.
Briefly, he toyed with the idea that, perhaps, they were results of experiments by the shadow-casters, though quickly disregarded the thought. The Makuta might have been skilled Rahi makers, but creators of an entire, sapient species? That was the territory of Mata Nui — and it was territory that even the Shadowed One dared not to tread on.
It was not long before they had cleared the massive outer area. Their multi-armed guide stepped forward, raising a hand; the doors to the palace opened, granting them entrance. He stepped aside, indicating for them to enter; once they had all filed in, Kadris willed the doors to shut again. Dusk was given a very brief moment to observe the entrance hall, noting the neatly polished surfaces all around, the majestic carpets that spanned from the first door to the one far in front of them, before he was hastened along once more. They were about to meet their hosts; of this, the Toa of Fire was sure. Never before had he felt such power emanating from a single room.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Kadris said as he moved to the last pair of double doors, placing his hands upon them. “I once again welcome you back to Exa-Nui… and am pleased to introduce you to the masters of Kra-Wahi, the Mistress Makuta Jaeda, and her honorable brother, Makuta Xaeda.”
He pushed, giving the Dark Hunters their first view of their two contractors, as well as the room in which they waited. The doors had opened into yet another large room, this one designed with black and white, metallic plates covering the walls, creating intricate patterns in certain places. The rug continued on from the hallway, rolled right to the foot of a raised platform. Upon this was placed two thrones, one made of ebony and one of ivory — and upon those sat two impressive figures. Dusk stared in awe at them as the group moved forward, coming to a halt a few yards in front of the Makuta.
Even seated upon their thrones, raised just enough so as to force him to look up at them, the Toa could tell that one was significantly larger than the other. His armor was pitch black in color, save for where it covered parts of his torso, arms and legs; there, silver protosteel reflected the white lights in the room, only adding to his menacing appearance. His legs and trunk were heavily armored, though his arms were comparatively thinner, as well as unnaturally long; this and his razor-clawed fingers, lying out upon the armrests of his ironically ivory throne, gave him a deeply monstrous appearance, greatly enhanced by the large tusks and minotaur-horns jutting out from his Kanohi. Red eyes glowed behind his mask; a pure, black cape cascaded down his back, the end, hanging over the edge of his seat, flowing gently in the soft wind within the room. Attached to his mask was a crown-like decoration, designed with several more blade-like horns, jutting forward. His perfectly polished armor rounded him off, giving the Makuta the appearance of a very dark, yet regal being.
Sitting on his right, his companion was far less menacing; whereas he was around eleven feet, she stood at a mere seven feet, the same size as a typical Toa. Her armor was pure white in color, neatly polished like that of the black-armored being. Unlike his, she possessed no extravagant spikes or decorations on her armor or mask; while she bore a similar, though smaller crown and a cape on her back, clasped at the throat with a brilliant, red jewel; it was not meant to intimidate others or to emphasize her ‘royal’ status. If anything, these objects merely emphasized her simplistic appearance, and in turn, made her more beautiful, at least in Dusk’s eyes. She sat with a straight, though unimposing stature, one leg crossed over the other while she leaned back, her golden eyes casting a welcoming light upon Kadris and the party of Dark Hunters.
The Toa of Fire watched the two beings with intense interest, standing at attention on the floor in front of them; even through his stormy, troubled mind, he felt a sort of enchantment as he looked upon the female being. Any fool, he thought, who did not see the beauty that he saw was either extremely foolish or was very sluggish of mind. He looked at his brothers; Grim and Fraction were staring up at the Makuta, as well, and Dusk could tell that they, too, were enamored with the female Makuta, just as he was.
“My masters, we have arrived,” Kadris stated, bowing to the two Makuta. “All Dark Hunters are confirmed present.” Stepping to the side, he introduced each as their codename, stating their representative elements along with them. When he was finished, he turned back to the Makuta, awaiting further instruction.
The mistress nodded. “Thank you, Kadris; you may go.” The six-armed being nodded, turning around and exiting the room. She looked at the Dark Hunters now. “Hello, my friends,” the female said to them; her voice was soft and cool, a beautiful sound emanating from a beautiful being. “We are honored to welcome you into our home. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Makuta Jaeda. This is my brother, Makuta Xaeda. Though I’m sure you know this by now…”
“My lady; my lord,” Dusk said as he stepped forward from the group, bowing to his two employers. As he did so he became painfully aware of his soaked cloak, which, like those of his companions, continued to drip water onto the floor. No one else seemed to pay attention to this. “The Shadowed One sends his regards, and his sincerest hope that all is well here.”
Jaeda smiled, ignoring a scoff from her brother. “His regards are acknowledged, though I am afraid that all is not well around here.” She leaned forward in her seat slightly, smiling. “If that were the case, then we wouldn’t have called you here, would we have?” Dusk nodded, straightening up again.
“What’s the problem, then?” Pharaoh asked, doing her best to hide her disgust at her brothers. To have someone else, even a source of income, placed above her was unbearable; to be unable to publicly voice her disapproval even more so. “Five Makuta and an army of… well, just an army of anything... I doubt there’s a beast in this section of the island that you couldn’t deal with by yourselves. Certainly you can do more than a group of former Toa can?”
Makuta Jaeda chuckled. “So you wish to jump right into business; I like that. Very well. Our… predicament… isn’t related to our ability to control the shadows, Pharaoh, so much as it relates to your origins and the island as a whole,” she said carefully. “Recently, the structure of Exa-Nui has come under threat by a rogue Toa of Magnetism. His name is Tarius – and he’s powerful; stronger than any other Toa that we’ve dealt with in the past. Our allies haven’t helped at all in our attempts to stop him, and his own have only made the task more difficult. We believe that he hails from an island north of here; a land of ice, one that has recently seen its fair share of trouble thanks primarily to Skakdi pirates and a criminal organization called the Ring, though this background information affects very little due to the fact that we don’t know for certain how much of it is true.”
Dusk nodded again. “You want us to help stop him.”
Xaeda spoke up now. “That is not all,” he said, his gruff and deep voice reverberating against the walls. “Tarius seeks to take possession of a number of powerful artifacts on the island.” He held out his hand, using his illusion abilities to create images of six orb-like objects. Mist swirled inside of each of them, the clouds in each a different color. “The Orbs of Exaina. Powerful objects that anchor these very lands together. Exaina created them thousands of years ago as a way to join the various islets of Exa-Nui into one land; Tarius would put them in danger for his own profit and amusement.”
Jaeda nodded solemnly. “Should Tarius get his hands on the orbs, he will come into possession of... potentially destructive forces, shall we say. The objects themselves are not inherently dangerous, powerful as they are; how they are used, however, is a different story. Should he ever decide to hand these orbs over to darker forces in the universe, things could get very messy, very quickly. Surely no one wants that to happen?” She leaned back in her seat, her elbows resting on the armrests of her throne, her chin resting on the backs of her hands. “Our job for you is simple, really. Find these orbs before Tarius does; bring them back here. From there we can create new, better protected hiding places for them, so as to ensure that they never again come under the threat of rogues and thieves.”
“It will be done,” Dusk said, nodding. Grim, however, wasn’t so willing to agree; something had caught his attention, and in his mind, it needed to be touched on.
“What of the Toa Exa?” he asked; Huntress growled at the mention of them. “As you know — and as we know — there is… bad blood between the Dark Hunters and the Toa of this island. We will not be able to operate without their interference; even if we could, we would never be able to efficiently operate alongside them. We’re past that point.”
“You raise an interesting point, Grim,” Jaeda said, moving her hands; one she placed on her chin, while the other fell to the armrest. Xaeda cast a glance at her. “We cannot contact or recruit the Toa to our cause; their duty lies first and foremost in the protection of the Matoran, and that is something that we must respect. They are, however, aware of Tarius’s activities; he has posed a constant threat as a raider on the island for the past several years, always willing to attack and steal from the Matoran without a second’s hesitation. Because of this, they will no doubt prove useful in delaying and distracting him from his primary objective. As for the problem of your movements on the island… do not worry about that for now. The Toa are not aware that you have come; you will be able to pose as drifters while you work. So long as you don’t do anything rash, they shouldn’t trouble you.”
The former Toa of Air wasn’t convinced, though he nodded nonetheless. Jaeda leaned forward and stared at each of the Dark Hunters in turn, before smiling. She relaxed, pressing back against her throne.
“Excellent,” she said. Kadris entered the room again, waiting at the door. “Kadris will show you to your rooms. Consider the facilities of this palace yours to use, with a few exceptions. You will get a grand tour tomorrow; after that, we must begin our mission. That said, good night, my friends; may you find comfort from your past demons within these walls.”
Dusk nodded a short ‘thank you’ to Jaeda before following the others back into the entrance hall, the door swinging closed behind them. Kadris motioned for them to follow yet again — the final time for the night — before heading to a side door on the right side of the room. Dusk walked slowly behind the rest of the group, thinking about the conversation. In the shadows next to him, a dark silhouette of a Toa materialized, small pieces of metal climbing up from the ground to create the shape. Deep blue eyes glowed where its face would be.
“What do you think of them?” a highly auto-tuned and hydraulic voice asked quietly. Dusk stopped, staring straight ahead; if he looked at him, Shifter would leave — such an opportunity to speak with the Dark Hunter was rare, even for a sibling.
“They seem genuine,” he answered quietly. Shifter was silent. “I don’t quite understand what is so hard about capturing a single Toa, but I’m sure they have their reasons for not being able to. Perhaps they’re busy.”
“Maybe. Though their response regarding the Toa Exa was weak,” the mechanical Dark Hunter said. “I’m willing to trust them for now, Dága, because I trust your judgment. But there is a component to the situation that they have not told us. As such, don’t be surprised if things turn out badly in the end for someone; Mata Nui knows that we of all people deserve the karma…” The Toa of Fire closed his eyes as the sound of shifting metal sounded, signaling his brother’s retreat from the area. Taking a breath, he followed after the others; after that journey, he just wanted to rest…
The soft pitter-patter of the rain as it thudded against the doors of the entrance hall. The clatter and clanging of his feet against the floor with each step he took. The sounds of his many possessions as they jostled and bounced around in his satchel, the noises reverberating against the metal walls of the entrance hall. These noises were all that Dága heard as he headed to his room, unknowingly toward the first day of what would become his biggest challenge yet.
Edited by X. Luxord, Aug 21 2012 - 05:03 PM.