This is my entry in the Memoirs of the Dead contest.
The green Toa darts right, swinging his blade towards me. I easily block then flip his blade out of his grasp. He quickly recovers, and blasts me with a torrent of wind. I dodge out of the way and fire my Zamor Launcher, knocking my adversary down. He quickly jumps back to his feet.
I’m not sure who this Toa is, but I know one thing: he is good. Almost too good.
He calls upon his elemental power to bring his sword to him. I fire my launcher again, forcing him to dodge and breaking his concentration. The blade drops to the ground. As I charge the Toa, I call upon my elemental power to bring his blade to me. It flies from the ground and into my hand.
He responds quickly, blasting me with a wall of Air that knocks me off my feet. As he approaches, I ready myself. He is almost on top of me when I launch myself at him, smashing into his chest feet-first.
When the dust clears, I am standing atop my adversary with the two blades crossed across his neck, ready to behead him at a moment’s notice.
“What is your name?” I ask.
“Lesovikk, Toa of Air,” he replies.
“Well, Lesovikk,” I say. “You certainly have promise. I would be willing to help you hone your skills, if you like.”
The Toa of Air stares at me. “Now why would I need your help? I’m a veteran Toa, you’re just a rookie.”
I laugh. “You think a rookie would know how to pin you like this?”
“I guess not,” he replies. “But I still don’t think I can learn anything from you.”
“Have it your way,” I say, though I do not release him.
He gives me a questioning look. “Well?” he asks. “Aren’t you going to release me?”
“And let you attack me from behind? Do you take me for a fool?”
Lesovikk appears thoughtful. “If I promise to let you ‘hone my skills’, will you let me go?”
I nod and step off him. Lesovikk climbs to his feet and stretches. Then he turns to me.
“Where are we going to go?” he asks.
“To a place I know,” I reply.
We walk for about ten minutes, with Lesovikk following me.
“Hey,” he calls. I turn towards him. “You never told me your name.”
“Jovan,” I respond. “Toa Jovan.”
We soon reach the cave that I have in mind, and we enter. Lesovikk is holding his blade rather tightly, as I had returned it to him before we arrived. I find his behavior curious, though I think it best not to ask.
As we near the center of the cave, the light increases. We then enter the central chamber.
Lesovikk’s eyes widen in awe, for the chamber is a sight to behold. Sunlight shines through the holes in the roof at odd angles and reflects off the crystals lodged in the walls. The floor is smooth, as are the walls and roof, and a stream crosses the chamber in its center.
We walk to the center of the chamber. I turn to Lesovikk.
“Will this do for a training area?” I ask.
Lesovikk nods, still dumbstruck by the beauty of the chamber.
“Then we shall begin.”
I lunge at Lesovikk, who barely manages to bring his blade up to block. I feint right and swing at his head. Suddenly I am thrown backwards by a blast of air, and my blade the slides to the side, out of my reach.
Lesovikk raises his blade and prepares to impale me. I activate my Kanohi Kadin and fly between his legs, knocking the Toa of Air off balance. I use my powers to call my blade to me then charge Lesovikk.
My opponent calls up a windstorm, which follows me around the chamber. I am able to stay ahead of it, though it keeps me from reaching Lesovikk. I need to formulate another strategy.
Then it comes to me. I use my power to yank Lesovikk’s sword out of his hand. He loses his concentration and the storm disappears. I now angle my body so that I am aiming directly at the Toa of Air.
I find myself on the ground, pinned by Lesovikk. The Toa has somehow jumped onto my back and forced me to the ground.
“Nice one,” I comment.
“It’s what I do,” Lesovikk replies. “Get used to it.”
Over the next few weeks we continue to train, growing stronger every day. Our friendship also grows, and our trust in one another is strengthened.
We spend our nights sitting in the central chamber, or trekking through the nearby forest. It is during one of out walks that Lesovikk tells me of his team.
He tells me about the many adventures they had, fighting off rahi, protecting villages. He told about their personalities and traits.
Tonight was the first night I had ever seen Lesovikk smile, and he looks so much better when he does.
He moves on to the encounter with the Zyglak. He shudders as he remembers his fatal mistake, his hesitation, and sorrow engulfs him.
I am deeply moved by my comrade’s story. It expands my view of the world. I help him back to the chamber and we rest.
Today we practice melee combat. Lesovikk seems to have recovered, but I cannot be sure. Better to play it safe.
As we practice, a messenger Gukko arrives. It is from the nearby village that we have often visited. I read the note aloud and gasp. It says the village was under attack.
We grab our gear and charge through the forest. Smoke is rising in the distance. We arrive to find the village burning. Zyglak prowl the streets.
Lesovikk stands still, seemingly scared out of his wits. I realize why and panic. We will both need to work together to defend the village.
“Lesovikk!” I whisper. “Pull yourself together! These Matoran need you.”
Something lights up in Lesovikk’s eyes. He pulls out his blade and prepares to charge. I join him. Together we charge into the village.
The Zyglak appear surprised, as they probably were not expecting Toa to arrive. We slice through the first wave and proceed forward.
The others notice us and attack. We fend them off easily, but they keep coming. I see a gap in the sea of enemies, and charge it. I burst into a small clearing, with a lone Zyglak standing in the middle.
The Zyglak is tall, ugly, and completely black. He is despicable, in my opinion. I ready myself to fight.
The sound of battle disappears, and I know Lesovikk has entered the clearing. I am just about to address my comrade when he gasps.
“You,” Lesovikk snarls.
The black Zyglak chuckles. “So you remember me,” he says. “I was hoping you’d come. I tried to warn my minions that you would be coming, but the idiotic fools forgot.”
Lesovikk stares at the black Zyglak, whom I have decided to call ‘Black’. The Zylgak returns his stare, and the two become locked in a face off.
Lesovikk charges Black, who easily blocks his strike. The two are now locked in a fierce struggle, and either side could win.
“I will not let you harm these Matoran,” Lesovikk snarls. “They will not be butchered like my team.”
Black makes no response; instead he swings his blade at Lesovikk’s head, though the Toa dodges. I am so fixated on the fight I do not notice the Zyglak sneaking up behind me. Just before he impales me on his blade, I spin around and strike him with the flat of my blade, and he crumples to the ground.
This causes the horde to scream in outrage, and they rush at me. I know that I must keep them from Lesovikk, as he is not skilled enough to take them all on at once. I defeat Zyglak after Zyglak, but there seems to be no end to their ranks.
I continue to defend my comrade, but I know I cannot keep this up forever. Just as I am about to collapse from exhaustion, the Zyglak stop fighting, staring behind me in amazement.
I turn to see Lesovikk yank his sword out of Black’s chest, and the latter collapses, now just a lifeless corpse.
“That’s for my team,” he growls.
I turn to find the Zyglak horde retreating, helpless and aimless without their leader. As soon as they leave the village, the Matoran run out of their huts to thank us for our actions. We allow them to thank us, and then we return to the chamber.
It is now one day after our battle with the Zyglak, and Lesovikk appears troubled.
“What is the matter brother?” I ask.
“I must go on,” the green Toa replies. “I have other friends I must find.”
I nod and reach into my pack. I pull out a Cordak Blaster and hand it to Lesovikk. “This is for you,” I say. “You have earned it.”
Lesovikk graciously accepts the gift, then turns to go. He pauses for a moment and turns back to me. He nods his head in my direction, and I return the gesture. Then Lesovikk turns, and disappears over the horizon.
I, Lesovikk, happened upon this journal of Jovan’s on my way to Mahri Nui and felt obligated to add something. I have always looked fondly back on those weeks we spent together, and have even placed the Cordak Blaster he gave me on my sea sled. It serves as a reminder of my dead brother, who helped shape me into the Toa I am today.
Word Count: 1,601
Note: This first edit added the second ***. I made no changes to the story itself.
Note 2:This next edit added the final paragraph (With permission)
Edited by DeltaStriker, Feb 12 2013 - 12:21 PM.