Ching. Ching Ching.
Metal met rock as the conglomerate of Matoran and Agori miners swung their pickaxes with all of their might. Once their axe met stone, they took two seconds to breath before repeating the action again. They continued to do so until the stone was broken and the valuable minerals could be loaded and sent back to Central City. It was back-breaking labor, but they paid good money and their weren’t that many jobs in the city. So off they went, slamming their axes until stone, wiping their brows and continuing on. Overseeing them was another Matoran like themselves, along with an Agori. He held no axe, simply a miner’s helmet and a clipboard. He was the boss man, the guy who controlled this operation. However, even he had a boss to report back to. That was the rich company who was so interested in digging deep into the earth for rocks. The boss’s eyes scanned the clipboard and a frown formed on his face. One of the miners was missing, no.. not just one, two.
“Has anybody seen Kuvari and Haron?” He shouted to the miners who merely grunted in response, too focused on their own work to care about some other workers who had decided to wander off. One of them spoke up, though, using it as an opportunity to take a break.
“They went down the tunnels!” He told the boss and pointed towards a dark, ominious tunnel. The boss’s eyes narrowed as he stared into the tunnel, seemingly pertubed.
“Thank you…” He muttered. “Now back to work!” Yelling once again and the steady sound of axes started up again. “Hold this…” He told his Agori assisstant, handing him the clipboard. He reached up and turned on the light in his helmet. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, send five of the guys down to get me.” The Agori gulped and nodded as his boss walked towards the tunnel and before entering, grabbed one of the pickaxes that weren’t currently in use. Better safe, then sorry…
“Man, I don’t think anyone has ever been this deep in the tunnels before…” A voice echoed throughout the underground cave that they were in. Two nervous-looking Matoran walked through the darkness, their helmet lights were the only thing showing them their path. They hadn’t intended to go this far in the tunnels, but curiousity is a very enticing thing. Once they had entered the tunnels and discovered that it was endlessly deep, they wanted to try and find the end of the cave. They had always been like this, since the day they were born. Explorers, they used to go through every inch of their backyard’s in the suburbs, searching for anything new they could find. Once they had even dug a hole in the the back of the yard much to their parent’s distress. They had quote, “We wanted to dig to the center of the earth.”
Kuvari eyes scanned the walls, looking for anything. “So why do you think they don’t allow us down here?”
“Who knows… Maybe they’re hiding something down here! Maybe, even bodies!” Haron joked. Although it was clearly supposed to be a joke, Kuvari shivered. Haron cast him a look and shook his head, “Lighten up, man! This is fun remember! Exploring the underground caves of the desert!” He bellowed, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Kuvari put his head down and simply stared at the ground beneath his feet as they walked through the tunnels. “I guess…” He muttered, somewhat unsure of this whole adventure.
“KUVARI! HARON!” A voice boomed throughout the tunnels causing both of the Le-Matoran to jump. They whipped around and looked in the direction from where they had came from. Both of them knew that voice for it was burned into their ears from all of the yelling when they were walking all day. The boss had came down to the tunnels to look for them.
“Karz!” Haron cursed. His eyes darted around the cave, searching for someway to hide. It was then that he had noticed Kuvari wasn’t standing besides him anymore. “Kuvari?” He asked, nervously looking around for any sign of his missing friend. The only thing that he saw was darkness, though.
“Haron…” A voice whispered causing the Le-Matoran to jump again, startled by this. “Over here…” The voice beckoned and Haron raised an eyebrow. The voice was coming from what appeared to be a small crack in the wall, the perfect hiding place. It was so small that only another Matoran could squeeze in it. Haron smirked as he realized what this meant.
Sliding into the crack, Haron entered what seemed to be almost like an entirely different world. He was standing in a circular room and Kuvari himself stood in the center, staring up at the top in awe. Haron immediately noticed how tall the walls where. They stretched far and were like giants to the Matoran. As his eyes tracked the wall’s ascent, they reached the roof and he discovered what Kuvari was so impressed by. There was a mural. A beautiful one in fact, carved into the roof by a master artist judging by the quality of the work. Neither of them were exactly art critiques, but it looked like one of the paintings that were in the Central City musuem. The mural showcased giant Toa-like beings, throwing spears through each other’s bodies. Dark red coloring had been smoothed across the roof, most likely to represent blood. The strange thing was that the coloring almost eemed to be actual blood. The thought made Haron him pertubed. Something wasn’t right about this place. He couldn’t figure out whether it was the savage drawings of Toa murdering each other or the canister that Kuvari now stared at.
Kuvari had moved from the center of the room and into one of the corners where an ancient-looking, Toa-sized canister was pushed. It was the only thing in the dark room and he was seemingly hypnotized by it. Above it were letters written in the Matoran lanquage, although they were ancient and rustic, perhaps an early version of the lanquage. They were incapable of translating it besides a few letters. Haron and Kuvari realized that whatever they were looking at… it was ancient.
The boss’s voice boomed through the caves once again and dust seemed to fly off everything in the room. Kuvari hit the canister from jumping too hard, causing it to fall over.
“Karz.” Both of the Le-Matoran said at the same time.
The canister now had several cracks in it, easily breakable due to it’s age. It was a testament to the creator that it was still intact at all. However, when Kuvari had knocked it over, he had also realized something. The canister was not hollow.
“We should probably get out of here…” Kuvari told Haron, uncomfortably looking around at his settings. He took another glance at the mural of blood and then said, “Yeah, we should absolutely, positively, without a doubt get out of here.”
Haron shook his head. “And risk getting yelled at by that twit? Yeah, I’ll take my chances with that instead…” He then started to teach forward the canister, pulling at it’s lid. Kuvari’s hand grabbed him and stopped from pulling the lid all the way off.
“What the karz are you doing!” He shouted. “You don’t know what’s in that thing!”
“Well, it can be more worse then me…” The two Le-Matoran whipped around in fright as another person had entered the chamber. Their boss stood their, angrily wielding a pickaxe like some kind of deranged miner.
Haron frowned. “Please promise us that you won’t butcher our bodies and hide the parts in this cave…"
“No, I’ve got something worse for you two. Consider your jobs gone, you broke the main policy.”
“But-“ Kuvari protested.
“NO! It’s company policy not to go this far into the tunnels! You broke a major rule! These caves are known for collapsing on ignorant miners like yourselves! You could’ve been hurt!” He roared at the two, angered by their ignorance. He shook his fist and his eyes went over to the canister. “All just so you guys can play with… well, what is that?”
Haron turned to the canister and was about to answer his boss’s question when he noticed something that unsettled him greatly.
The lid to the canister was off.
Kuvari gulped, the sound echoing throughout the cave.
“Well what is it?” The boss demanded.
“We don’t know…” Haron muttered. All three Matoran’s eyes widened as a long arm came out of the canister, followed by another arm. They were then started to claw at the ground, pulling themselves out of the canister slowly. The Matoran did nothing but watch in horror, their bodies frozen in place seemingly. Eventually, the head of this creature was revealed. It wore some kind of ancient, blue tribal helmet like the ones that Glatorian wore. On the sides of it’s helm were wings. The being’s torso followed after that, blue and golden armor it wore. Once the top of it’s body was out, the thing started to crawl to get the rest of it’s body out of the canister. Soon, the entire thing was free and it lay on the floor of the ancient room, weakened and ancient. It’s body was long and slender, a giant-looking thing. It also had fins, along with webbed fins as if it were some kind of fish. The thing was no fish though, for after a few seconds of stillness, it pushed itself up and began to walk, albeit slowly. Now that they could see it fully, the thing… ugly as it was, it appeared to be a Toa.
It paced back and forth in the cavern, stretching out it’s long legs and arms as if having woken up from a long sleep. It paid no mind to it’s petrified audience, instead the being cracked it’s back. Then it noticed them. Cold, blue eyes turned in the Matoran’s direction, staring into their very souls.
“Kneel.” It commanded.
“What?” Haron asked, but Kuvari just grabbed him and forcefully pulled him down to the ground, along with him and their boss.
“I AM TOA KILAYOX! I HAVE AWAKEN TO FULFILL MY GLORIOUS DESTINY IN THE HONOR OF MATA-NUI!”