I do not know why I walk, nor do I know why I don't know that. The recursive reality of my thoughts, stemming from that single point, is mind boggling.
I walk, both towards something and away from it. This is inevitable. It is impossible to run from your past, without meeting the future; it is impossible to leave a land and not come to another. This is logical.
I don't always walk. Sometimes I use my Miru, to glide, other times I run as though I have a Kakama. But no matter. I am still going somewhere, and leaving somewhere. Just as always.
Recently I left Stelt, feeling an urge to continue along. Being a Toa of Ice, I had to do very little but freeze the water beneath my feet as I continued along. I have not stopped walking since, not for any length of time.
I came along to Xia, met some Vortixx, looked over a couple schematics. If my team was still together, they would have been rather useful for restraining other beings we would fight, at times, but that doesn't matter much anymore.
Later I walked past Odina, not daring to step foot in that land--a realm of darkness, treachery, back-stabbing, power-hungry lunatics. A Toa has no place there, and so I do not stop there. That is not my destination.
As I have mentioned, I have yet to learn my destination. I just continue to walk, feeling as though I'll come upon the land where I am needed soon. I feel as though that may be what is tugging me ever onward-a journey, of sorts, to where I need to go. But I am not sure. All I know is that I walk.
Ah, perhaps you might like a bit of backstory on me, before I continue, yes? Why, of course. Most people I've met in my time generally prefer that over my monologue, though truly it just leads to another, and another, and so on and so forth. It is astounding as to how the mind manages to constantly interweave itself into new patterns, is it not? Ah, but I am getting off trek, so to speak.
My name is Grochi, if that would help. Toa of Ice, former leader of a Toa Team, hailing from some odd place deep in the Southern Isles. I do not quite remember the name of our former residence-it has been a while, you see. Though it was lush, a paradisiacal island, jungles, lava, you name it. It had just about everything one would ever need-picturesque, snow-covered mountains, vibrant tropical forests, scalding lakes of liquid flame, and the cool, healing waters which surrounded the island. Ah, how beautiful it was.
Well, we had our good run, as most such teams do. We ended up having to travel around the islands to keep the peace-the Toa around those islands continued to dwindle, the Dark Hunters taking them. In fact, the Dark Hunters resided on Odina, the island I mentioned earlier. See, there's a reason I prefer to avoid that place.
But, yes, anyways, as I said, we had our good run. Though, as it is wont to do, our happy times soon fled from us, as we hunted them with the perverse, and yet very understandable predatory instinct of one hungry, thirsting for such good fortune as we had, unwilling to relinquish it.
Well, we all had quite a few arguments within the team-worse than before, though, and, in hindsight, they were over such petty matters. In fact, it was over one such argument that we felt the need to disband. I was discussing the course we ought to take to get around to our next mission-there was a hive of Zyglak along the main path, you see, and I would much rather have avoided them.
Well, Lesovikk being Lesovikk, felt the need to argue that with me. He said we could easily take the Zyglak, no problem at all. That sparked a large argument among the team, and, sadly, I was my only supporter. So, I decided to do the smart thing, and I left. I didn't want our infighting to progress to any worse levels than they were at, and so I felt that I should take a leave of absence.
I have been walking ever since. I know not what has happened to my former team, whether they progressed safely, or if any of them are still alive. Sometimes, I miss them, as all social creatures are wont to do once excluded from their previous friendships. I, however, divert myself. Sometimes, I meet other Toa, and I will help them with such as they need help with. Other times, I make new allies on the various islands. Life goes on.
Yes, yes, that is where my journey began. I started walking as soon as I left them, feeling the incessant pull. I know not where I go. I know my direction: To the future. To unknown lands, to new people and new friendships. New enemies. All are inevitable.
I walk. I walk and I do not know why.
I simply walk.
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A large, silverish-grey, cylindrical construction, a 'canister,' if you will, washed ashore upon an island. A hiss was heard, air escaping the canister as its top opened, light spilling into it. A tall being stepped out, resplendent in his shining white armour as he looked about himself.
After a moment, he turned.
And he began to walk.
Edited by Kal Grochi, Jun 26 2012 - 09:18 PM.