Now, deactivating his Mask of Vision, he turned to his teammate. "Nothing, Poro. I checked everything within a kio radius, including the sky and the tunnels in the mountain. All I saw was a Matoran trade caravan that seems to be on the way here." He paused. "Anything to fear from them, do you think?"
The Stone Toa looked uncertain. "I'm... not sure. Where's Matakite?"
"Right here," came a voice behind them. They turned. A tall, ebony-clad Toa of Earth had just come out of the ground. "Something wrong?"
"I had one of my visions," Poro told him. "I only remember glimpses, but it was bad." He shivered.
Matakite looked grave. Poro's teammates had learned, years ago, to listen to his Mask of Clairvoyance. "And what did you say at the time?" he asked. "Tiro, were you there?"
Tiro shook his head. "He told me afterward so I could scan," he replied. "He was alone when it happened." He activated his mask again. "But I sent a messenger to Mahara - I thought she could help. She's coming now."
In a few moments, Mahara, Toa Ekara of Lightning, came into the others' view. She hurried to join the rest of her team.
"I got your note, Tiro," she said. "Did you find anything?"
"Only a Matoran trade caravan," he said again. "Matakite wants to know what Poro said in the trance."
She nodded. "Where were you?" she asked Poro.
"On the wall - alone, unfortunately," he replied. He held out a small, half-formed sculpture. "But I was working on this at the time."
She nodded again, and took it, activating her Mask of Psychometry.
She stood there, searching, straining for that one point in the stone's past.
After several moments, she looked up at her brothers.
"I found it," she said. "'Mercenaries, slaves - darkness...'that was the first thing he said. After 'darkness,' he started shaking, violently." She paused in remembrance. "Then he said 'Darkness... evil... and hidden in...' - he stopped again there - 'in that we have sworn to protect.'"
"'In that we have sworn to protect'?" Matakite repeated. The words had chilled him. "Is this darkness ... is it in the village? Or-"
"Matoran!" Poro exclaimed. The others looked at him. "I still don't remember, no. But think about it - what else could it be but Matoran?"
There was a slight pause.
"Perhaps," Matakite said, "you should take a closer look at that caravan, Tiro."
The Iron Toa was already examining it. "Quite a few guards, all well armed," he reported. "But this is a dangerous area... Six wagons, large, pulled by Ussals... Cargo..." his voice changed slightly. "I think we have a problem."
"What is it?" Matakite demanded.
"The cargo seems to be composed mainly of weapons. And some machines I can't really identify." He paused. "I'd call that evidence enough."
"Perhaps," Matakite replied. "But we have sworn to protect them, and we can't attack - especially on suspicion. Whoever organized this... infiltration may have counted on that."
"But attack is not our only option."
He nodded at his brothers and sister. "I'm going outside. Keep an eye on me, Tiro. You'll know what to do."
A week later, a party of utterly demoralized Matoran raiders found their way out of the mountainous maze they had been trapped in. A maze made of equal parts solid walls - constructed by the Toa of Earth, Iron and Stone - and haunting visions - courtesy of Matakite's Mask of Illusions.
Thanks to the combined visions of the Toa Ekara, the Barraki's plans of conquest had received a slight check.
My entry for the first theme of the Flash Fiction Marathon, slightly edited. There were a few things I had no time to fix when I entered, and I've put back some stuff I'd cropped out for space considerations.
It's also my first story on BZP, and my first completed Bionicle fanfic. (I started a story for the last SSC, but was to lazy to take it anywhere.)
My names were all taken directly from Maori, except for Poro and Tiro. Those were shortenings of "poropiti" and "tirohanga" respectively. Maybe they're nicknames or something.
Thanks for reading!
Edited by Excelsior, Jul 20 2012 - 09:43 PM.