This is just a story I made the Library Summer Olympics. It's basically a parody of the Battle of Mangaia, from the MNOLG.
Flying Octopi, Grubby Villains and Guardsmen Basketballs
Darkness hung thick in the air as the Toa descended into the Mangaia, the den of Makuta. They had all fought hard to arrive here, and each had only one goal in mind:
Awaken Mata Nui, and destroy the one who cursed him.
Did any of them have doubts of accomplishing this? Possibly, but any doubts would not get the better of them. They were heroes, Toa, and they had a job to do. There was no room for fear or uncertainty.
Reaching the centre atrium of the lair, the six warriors braced themselves for anything. Makuta, it was said, was a shape-shifter, and known for his treacherous ways. A demon of unequaled prowess, who had defeated the Great Spirit with ease.
That’s probably why it was so surprising to see a Matoran emerge from the shadows, his eyes staring blankly at the heroes.
“What?!” Tahu shouted in astonishment.
“I have been waiting for you, the Matoran-shaped Makuta spoke, his voice harsh and grating.
“But you -you are-”
“I am that which you are sworn to protect,” the master of shadows responded, a small smile carved into his face.
Tahu paused for a moment, then said, “Actually, I was going to say that you’re like, three feet shorter than me.”
A look of complete bewilderment passed over Makuta’s face, “What?! This isn’t...But I... This is supposed to be scary!”
Lewa shrugged, “Not really. I mean, it’s a little disappointing, to be frank.”
“Well, yeah. When you meet the lord of all evil, you expect like, this towering behemoth, ready to rip you apart. Not a dorky little shrimp.”
“Seriously,” Gali added, “I could finish you off in ten seconds flat. And that would be without even trying.”
Makuta stumbled for words, which was a hard thing to do when your chin has just hit the floor, “Well I...I...I was going for the whole, urm, psychological torture thing, y’know. How I’m a Matoran, and how you’re not supposed to hurt Matoran? Right?”
The Toa exchanged some surprised looks.
“Wait, we’re not?”
“I never knew that.”
“Suddenly I sorta regret using that Guardsman as a basketball.”
“Seriously? I use those shrimps for toothpicks every other day.”
Makuta barked out a laugh of incredulity, nearly toppling to the ground, “So, I’m honestly not scary?”
Tahu shrugged sympathetically, “Sorry bro.”
The dark lord’s eyes narrowed, and he cracked a fiendish grin, “Well, if being a Matoran isn’t scary, how about something like THIS!?”
Suddenly, the Matoran flew into the air, splitting apart in a surge of dark energy. Soon, this small, fragile villager body had been replaced by a swirling vortex of armour and tentacles, snapping at the air menacingly.
“So, what, now you’re a flying octopus?” Kopaka asked, with an air of utter disbelief, “How is that better than pipsqueak?”
“SILENCE!” Makuta boomed, his voice echoing across the chamber, “I am the lord of all darkness! I am the embodiment of terror! Bow down before me!”
The Toa, for their part, merely shrugged at each other, before turning around and leaving.
“Wait, where are you going?” the Makuta shouted.
“Leaving,” Tahu called back, “This is a waste of time. See you again in two years. In the meantime, try to get some ‘being scary’ practice in.”
“But what about defending the Matoran from me?!”
The Toa of Fire turned and stared at the Makuta for a moment. “Bro, no offense or anything, but I don’t really think the Matoran have that much to fear from a gigantic flying octopus, or a grungy, three-foot-tall villain.”
As the dark spirit drooped in defeat, Gali spoke, “Hey, don’t worry, there is one risk they run against you.”
Suddenly, Makuta perked,eyes shining with hope, “Really?”
“Yeah,” she said, “They risk dying from laughter!”
Edited by Emissary to the Void, Jun 26 2012 - 06:39 PM.