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The Bionicle is the bio-chronicle, the records and legends of life of the Agori alien species and its various subspecies, and primarily the artificial sapient lifeforms known as Matoran and the other inhabitants of the Matoran Universe. One of the most important themes in the official Bionicle story is destiny. And such is the stuff of this story. I have sought to tell a brand new story with new mysteries, and yet blend this with a complete retelling of the canon story, chronologically from a point before the Core War. As always, any comments, questions, constructive criticism, and favorite details you want to mention in a review would be appreciated. I'd be especially interested to hear theories about the non-canon mysteries I've included. Please note, this story is entirely a standalone, unrelated to my other fan fiction, so there is absolutely no need to read any of my other stories first. For more about the story see below. First: Author's Comments for Chapter 1: Without Destiny The following is adapted from sidebar comments in the text file version of this story. Note that most of the present-day events of the early chapters are non-canon, but most of the locations and historical events mentioned are canon. The local places of the early chapters are unofficial. Other comments like this will clarify canonicity for major points throughout this story. Note [going with the first image in Chapter 1]: The image shown here for the green northern landscape as seen from the cliff is actually from near the end of the storyline in a totally different context. Throughout this story I will include canon images like this, often showing the same thing that is being shown in my story, but really taken from a much later time. Parts of this story are designed to actually revolve around the creative use of these images to give the reader the sensation of exploring this world from the beginning. Some other images will be edits of canon images, concept art used in different ways, or fan-made; comments will clarify whenever I am using anything but a canon image in the way the official story did. Note [for image of the protagonist]: This story's protagonist is a non-canon character. This image is my color-edit of an unnamed canon background character. Note [for Agori image]: This character is non-canon. Art by me. Introduction The following is adapted from the one-page intro [draft] in the text file version of this story: This is a fan fiction work that retells the entire canon history that the LEGO company created for its epic adventure story, Bionicle, in chronological order. Although Bionicle was first and foremost a line of plastic “buildable action figure” toys, tons of brilliant imagination and heart was poured into the storyline that went along with it, and it quickly became known as LEGO's masterpiece. This story is designed to be a fun and easily enjoyable way for someone who knows nothing at all about Bionicle to be introduced to it, as well as to clear up the early history and timeline details that have often confused even the most attentive fans. Bionicle's canon storyline, told through comics, books, movies, and even a few online games, began near the end of the timeline, and thus the details about what came before, revealed in bits and pieces along the way, were often difficult to understand in context. They have never yet been told about all in one place as an actual story. Several years ago, as Reference Master for the most popular Bionicle fansite, Bionicle Zone Power (BZPower.com), I began the complex task of constructing an accurate timeline of all known events. Later on our partner site, the reference wiki BIONICLEsector01, took that early skeleton and expanded on it based on countless tidbits of information given to us by the man who ended up being in charge of establishing Bionicle's official story, Greg Farshtey, who was an active member of BZP and answered thousands of fan questions there during the ten years of Bionicle. This story works right from the finished timeline on the wiki. I've taken some liberties where some details were never established and where I felt for the purposes of this story it would be better this way, and there are several noncanon details and characters, especially the protagonist who I invented specifically to fulfill the needs of this story, but I've worked hard to ensure that the most important canon events and characters are included. Since I love to write “adventure mystery” stories (as I call the genre of Bionicle, and for example stories like LOST), I've created noncanon mystery revolving around the protagonist to drive the plot as well. This is intended as a jumping-off-point from which a beginner, or even a longtime fan who might be rusty on some details, can go on to read the full-length official stories (which have their own subplots not included here), my other fan fiction works (written with the assumption that the readers are already familiar with Bionicle), or the works of other fans, such as the collaborative “fanon” Expanded Multiverse that Swert of Biosector01 and I created. Please note that most of the images included along with the text are from Biosector01's extensive image library, most being from Bionicle's official website or similar resources. I have also included some fan-made art with permission, some of my own, and repurposed some concept images, all explained in comments... Other comments clarify what is canon, etc... Some other notes It's been my tradition with my Bionicle fanfiction to experiment with different approaches in different stories. This story has done some things new and also benefited much from previous experiments. Never before have I done a major story in first-person. For purposes of this story it seemed especially fitting, as it flows better to say "I" instead of "he" or constantly having to refer back to his name after mentioning someone else. I normally write in third-person limited, which is essentially the same as first person but a narrator speaks instead, having only access to the thoughts and feelings of one character at a time. Previous stories have always had one main protagonist (virtually an ironclad rule for modern fiction anyways) but did tend to have several side threads. Some of them I have felt wandered too far from staying focused on the protagonist's issues and mysteries, and at least some reviewers have agreed. So, absolutely everything in this story is from the protagonist's point of view, with only a handful of exceptions where he learns of a few things he could not be present to witness (even then, in-story it is all treated as his personal memoir, doubling as a cohesive record of the major events of history). In some of my recent stories I have found it useful to divide the story up into ten-chapter Parts, each with their own themes and patterns, and I have continued that here. I have never named chapters before, but I did so here. The text file version of this uses extra sidebar comments as a navigation system, and I tried to pick chapter titles that don't give much away but are clear enough about where the most important canon events are, so someone could use their word processing program's comment navigation sidebar to click the chapter titles to go directly to a part they wanted to review. Plus, all my Bionicle fanfic practice is aimed at developing my skills and determining strategies I like best for my own non-Bionicle fiction hopefully to actually publish someday, and I have decided to use chapter titles for that. To go along with that I have also named the ten-chapter Parts. Each Part is one text file (partly because my laptop just has trouble holding open huge text files anyways so it's better to split them up in draft form whether the story actually reflects it or not). I have in the past often had prologues and epilogues but I've opted not to, for this story.* In terms of chapter length, my past stories have varied, usually having a maximum number of pages, but allowing chapters to be shorter. So far I have had a strict 20-page maximum per chapter, with most of the early chapters being significantly shorter (many less than 10 pages), and the average length goes steadily up later. [since at time of posting the final ten chapters are not yet written, I can't be sure if I'll relax the rule for the last few.] This story tends to expand on what the canon story didn't spend much time on (especially early history) but condense what has already been thoroughly covered in the official sources. Parts One through Four, and most of Five, focus on ancient events that the canon story barely tells at all. For most of my other stories I have not worried about including images in the actual text, though twice I have done so. Here I wanted this to be a visual experience as well as written since official Bionicle has a vast array of truly wonderful imagery. Much is also lacking from canon images but sounds awesome in description, hence much of the non-canon art included as well. I applied a rule that every chapter had to have at least one image, and I have been amazed that nearly every single one has many more. Because this is meant to be canon-fitting and high quality, and partly because I'm famous for theories anyways, many of my theories about various unresolved points of the story are included where they flow naturally in the story. Some popular and/or well-evidenced theories from other members are included as well (usually specific credit for this is not given as I honestly don't remember usually who originated them, and often they are developed in discussions in the Storyline & Theories forum division by many members). I have tried to make this story clearly in the science fiction side of the "science fantasy" genre that Bionicle inhabits, with a heavy emphasis on mystery, as usual for my stories. That's about all I can think of to say at the moment. Again, feel free to ask anything you wonder about. Note: "Bionicle" officially means "biological chronicle" or "biomechanical chronicle." I have shortened it to "bio" (life) in the first paragraph of this post to avoid the issue of which of those two is correct. It is an in-story official term for records of history (it'll be mentioned in this story eventually as such). So, the title means "the destiny of the history of our lives" ("our" referring to the protagonist and the other characters, both canon and non-canon). Essentially it means "the future that our experiences and choices build". I opted for this title in part to make it clear to the average fan at a glance that this is a story about Bionicle, implying about all Bionicle (or nearly so). Enjoy! [Please note: as of this posting, only 80 of the planned 90 chapters are already written, but I had set the end of February 2014 as the absolute latest time for beginning posting, and I'm now certain I know enough about the end to guarantee the early chapters are finished enough. I intend to post the first ten chapters weekly, whether I finish the writing by then or not. After that I may take a break from posting to ensure the end is fully written. *It's possible I may change my mind and include a very brief epilogue. There are a few things I definitely want to mention in an epilogue sense but plan to include in the final chapter. We'll see.] [Edit: Apparently the way my word processing program auto-changes a double dash into a longer dash doesn't copypaste properly to BZP. Fixed in the first chapter. Find & Replaced in the first ten chapters in the file version with double dashes. Will have to watch out for this continually.] [Edit 2: Okay, Replaced in all files, and found it in the autocorrect options and removed it, so it won't happen as I write Part Nine. Allegedly.] [Edit 3: GAH! I just noticed the same problem with the quote marks! Doing same as above to fix. (There was only one spoken line in Chapter 1 so it was hard to notice.)] [Edit 4: Testing single quotes now: 'test'] [5: Oh good, those don't mess up. All quotes fixed...]
Welcome! I want to get right into the story, so please see the review topic's first post for comments about what to expect, etc. Just three things briefly for here. First, it was written originally in text file format with many images aligned well with the text flowing around it, which I've known for some time now doesn't apparently work for BZP posts. Please bear with the "between paragraph" format of the images used here. Much later I will begin releasing "final" versions of the text files (ten chapters per file). Look for news on that in my review topic comments. Second, the text file version also has many comments attached to parts clarifying things that are not canon, crediting artists, etc. For this version, those will always be put in the review topic post that goes with each chapter (or edit of my latest post there), stating what image or text the comment goes with. (Although in the case of credit for other artists' work I will also mention it at the end of each chapter post. If no such mention is made, the image is either from LEGO somehow or another, or may be my own work. Some are edits.) Third, as this is a chronological version of events the canon story tells out of order, it necessarily includes spoilers from the story. For anyone who isn't already familiar with Bionicle I would recommend considering reading/watching/etc. the canon sources first, depending on what you feel you would prefer best; both approaches have pros and cons, but this is designed to be understandable to someone who knows nothing of Bionicle. PART ONE -- Warring with Fate Chapter 1 -- Without Destiny There was no language to describe the wonder of the landscape before me, nor the intense apprehension and terror I felt at knowing what must happen to it before it could reach its true destiny. There was no vocabulary. No words. Only thoughts, for I had only just begun to exist. I stood on a tall cliff overlooking the boundary between a vast northern forest and an even vaster sandy region to the south. Plants and streams dotted the desert, but I knew these would one day disappear. How do I know these things? I mused to myself. The whole picture was clear before me but it was quickly fading. The ultimate end of this destiny I had already forgotten before I had even begun to wish I could describe the natural beauty sprawled before me. Now that destiny felt more like a horrific fate, for I thought I saw the land being trampled by the feet of battling giants whose heads reached beyond the lofty clouds, as a vast army marched across the land. This was clearly not happening right now. But far into the future, it would. This didn't seem to make much sense to me, for I was already realizing that these clouds were much higher and this land much wider than my innate sense of reality said should be possible. Somehow I knew that this was a planet, and I understood gravity and matter and how an atmosphere that was too large should be crushing me right now. Yet it was not. Grasping desperately to this one image of destiny, I closed my eyes and waited while more and more of what I knew was stolen away. Now as I inscribe this memoir near the end of my life in the city of New Atero, I know that what I felt was something like waking from a dream. I had gained instant knowledge of virtually everything I was to experience in my future, in the moment I came to exist atop this cliff. Now the very process of registering the waking world was erasing that memory. That scene of giants remained clear. I tried to follow the destiny backwards from there, clinging to more and more important pieces, and some of them remained, but the vast majority faded away into empty blackness. The truth was, I wanted to forget a lot of it. So much death, so much pain... Was it worth it? I wished I had remembered the goal, but at least I knew there was a goal. I vowed to cling to that knowledge no matter how hard things would get. I would need it. The process slowed, and I cautiously opened my eyes. What I had retained was solid, but I replayed the images rapid-fire in my head over and over again just to be sure. Part of my innate knowledge of how things worked told me that repetition was the key to long-term memory. To repeat something around six times was to make it firm, and the more often beyond that the better. Another sliver of hope came when, almost as an afterthought, I realized that I had also been given knowledge of all languages, and I sighed audibly in relief at the knowledge that I would have a way to write down what I knew. I vowed to do this, for I was certain there were countless other beings in existence and none of them -- or at least, very few -- knew what I knew. Perhaps that knowledge could help them. I looked down at my body -- for I did have a body. Somehow I knew this was not normal for this world. I was made of metal. Well, not just metal. I had organic muscles, mostly hidden behind the armor, but it showed through in a few places. There it appeared dark gray and fibrous, something like rope. I seemed to have a sense of touch throughout the metal armor, which didn't seem to make sense, but there it was. The rest of me was mechanical parts around an engineered 'skeleton' and covered in armor instead of skin. I remembered the term for this was biomechanical. I was biped, with two legs and two arms, but short. My arms were longer than my legs, so I held them naturally out to the sides somewhat. Was that a flashing light? Yes. There was a little technological light in the middle of my chest, blinking on and off. Colored yellow. The rest of my armor was plain gray, but I liked the way the sunlight, the colors of the greenery and sand around me, and my own shadow reflected off of it in distorted form. Tiny flecks in the surface of the metal seemed to sparkle if I turned so that the light's angle off of them moved. I noticed something odd in a somewhat flat surface on the back of my hand -- the reflection of my face. It was the only part of me with any color added -- dark green. Something seemed odd about it -- it was in the basic shape of a face but stylized geometrically. I lifted a hand to it, and immediately noticed that while my hand felt the face, the face did not feel the hand. Rather, I felt that something on my face had been pushed slightly more tightly inward, indirectly. A mask. I remembered that the color on it was paint. Pulled it off to look at it. Strange. It had been magnetically attached to my face. Why would... Weak... I felt weak... more and more. Eyes felt heavy... A involuntary urge moved my arm to turn the mask back around and put it back on my face. Immediately I felt normal. Kanohi. That word came to mind. It was the word for mask on this planet. Some day it would come to mean this specific kind of mask, in another world. I hadn't quite remembered exactly what world, but I felt that I was destined to move to that world whenever I found it. I had a sense that it... didn't exist yet. Another word almost came forward -- the word for the sort of being I was -- but it refused to surface. I remembered only that I was the only one of my kind for now and the others like me would live in that new world. I was saddened by this, because I realized that I already loved this world I saw in front of me. The leaves of the plants fascinated me. The fresh smell of the gentle breeze. The various creatures I caught faint glimpses of moving through the forest. And then I noticed something that was not like any of this. Another short humanoid being moving through the plants at the bottom of the cliff. I immediately realized it was something intelligent like me, though without my knowledge of destiny I could not have guessed. This was one of the inhabitants of this land. Unlike me, it wore no mask and appeared fully organic, with grayish-blue skin. Its eyes glowed red. As it got closer, I saw that it had an ornately forged metal chestplate with two holes in the top, hanging from two ropes over its shoulder, connecting to a similar piece on the back. It also wore a metal helmet, which looked to have been painted red long ago along with the armor, but the paint had faded. The face had somewhat reptilian features, and it had pointed fingers with metallic claws, but it had no scales. In its claws, the creature carried a tall metallic bone. I gathered that all the bones of the life on this planet were partially metallic like this. Tied to the top of the bone was a sharp claw, much too large to belong to the diminutive creature. It -- or rather, he, I sensed -- was moving toward a dim silvery light I saw flickering at the base of the cliff, almost right under me. The creature kept looking up at the cliff, not right at me, but his eyes seemed to wander all over it, and his face seemed confused. He didn't direct such an expression at anything else around -- I sensed that other than this cliff, he was familiar with the area. The cliff did not belong. I waited until he wasn't looking my way, so the motion wouldn't attract his gaze, and ducked down behind a bush, taking the opportunity to look behind me. There wasn't anything back there but more cliff. I seemed to be atop a tall pedestal of a sort, as if a massive piston had pushed a jagged chunk of rock straight up. The top was elongate, narrowing at the two north and south ends to a point. Was I supposed to let this being see me? Why was I here? How had I come to be? And why did I feel such a strong sense of foreboding? I cautiously peeked back. The word for this being came to mind finally. Agori. That was the name of both the most populous kind of intelligent life here, and the language that they and most others spoke. I remembered that there were indeed others, some taller and some much taller. The Agori seemed fascinated by the pulsing light, and began to walk faster toward it. Quickly I scuffled to the other side of the cliff where I saw a loose rock. I turned back, in time to see the Agori disappear behind a tree lined up between us. I aimed for the north and threw. The Agori came back out behind the tree and I ducked, so I didn't see the rock land, but I heard it. Peeked over again. The Agori had froze at the thundrous crashing. Was faced north, spear aimed dead at the source of the sound. Too many plants blocked his view of what had caused it. Why did I do that? I wondered. But the same instinct made me then turn and run to the back of the cliff. Before I could think about it, my body had lunged over the edge, spinning as it did, and I grabbed a handhold a few inches down that I hadn't consciously known was there. But now as I kept going I remembered that one of the things I'd remembered was the full detail of the shape of this particular rock face. As if sleepwalking I climbed rapidly and silently down the west cliff, while I let my mind wander over all the mysteries of my existence. I hit the ground and immediately chose to run south, knowing the Agori would be glancing north warily from now on, probably convinced some wild predator was stalking the woods there. I slowed and rounded the rock edge just in time to see him reaching with his spear in to a tall vertical gash in the east cliff wall. The light was coming from what seemed like a pocket inside this. Earth filled most of the gap, but I could see a small void where the gash met with the horizontal ground. The dirt and grass of the ground there seemed to dip down in toward a hole there too. Horror washed over me as I realized what was about to happen, but the memory surfaced far too late. The Agori had leaned in to place the staff inside a small pool shape inside the rock, hoping to rest his weight against the spear's tip so he could lean in further and get a closer look. "STOP!" I screamed, running forward at top speed. The grass was sparse here and sand grains flew as my feet pounded. But the spear dissolved. The white light flared with a deep magnetic humming sound and crackled like lightning. The Agori fell, his face filled with surprise. He landed with a splash inside. The walls of the gash mercifully hid the sight of what happened to him from my sight. He screamed, and gurgled, and then nothing. I slowed, now in fear for my own life, and, keeping my distance, glancing around in vain hope to find maybe a long and sturdy stick I could maybe grab to hand to him and pull him out... I looked in at the shining silver liquid. He was gone, without the slightest trace. The liquid flared brightly for a few more seconds, the hum reverberating painfully with my ears, and then faded to a translucent form, so I could see for sure that no Agori remained. At the base of the gash was a bowl-like shape of a dark blackish-metallic stone I recognized as exsidian. This was the only sort of material I knew of that could resist the effects of this substance. Like me, I remembered, the silver liquid was not made of normal matter like everything else here. It normally existed only deep underground, in the planet's core. I and it were protodermis, a strange, highly advanced molecule with potential for an infinite range of powers and the ability to mimic the physics of a wide variety of natural materials. It had the potential for so much good and so much bad. But unlike me, this was the only natural form, and it was the most mysterious of all. This was energized protodermis. Some tectonic upheaval must have pushed this cliff upward and this bowl had brought up the substance. All the dirt that had touched it had been destroyed... except one small pebble I noticed that... had grown eyes, and was now hopping out and north to the jungle. If it is your destiny to be transformed by this... That was one thing. Unpredictable. Perhaps I was a bit of air or a span of dirt that had been given a strange unknown destiny? It wasn't a coincidence, I felt, that I came to exist here and now. But that effect was rare. If you have no such destiny.... you are destroyed. I couldn't help but wonder if life would be like that for me. I had learned so much of destiny, but I was certain that at no point had I been informed of whether I had a destiny. Review Topic | Post with author's comments for this chapter
One The Matoran was Red from mask to toe, and made no sound as he moved slowly through the charred. Somehow, despite his sluggishness, he was undetected by any creature, whether it be Rahi or dark spirit. Accomplishing that in the never-ending glow of Ta Wahi was no easy feat. He was a messenger, and today his job was to find one to bring to Turaga Vakama. The guard's best scout was out with a missing leg, and Kapura foresaw that he would not be returning to full health any time soon. Some would say Kapura had a lack of empathy, but in truth he simply was of the conviction that a job like this was much better suited for someone of his... ability. The task at hand was deceptively simple. There was a noise, and he was tracking it. The noise had startled Kapura while he had been practicing, and as per his duty he would follow it until he knew just what was likely to assail Ta-Koro in the future? Was it Inferivaka? Hikaki? No, judging by the roar, it was something that generally didn't bother itself with Matoran culture. Not everything dangerous was a predator, but these days every predator was increasingly dangerous. And the village needed to know before hand if they had a chance of survival. He crouched behind a tree. The sound had last been heard by the lava river a few bios away. He surveyed the perimeter, making sure nothing else was hiding behind any trees or boulders, and then quickly found himself by the river. Scratch marks. Burnt wood. Ash of a different color than normal for the forest, most likely because it had been formed in an instant rather than via a slow burning fire. These were signs of a struggle, but pitting what against what? By the time he had finished his mission and was rushing back to Ta-Koro, he still did not know the assailant. It was ultimately Makuta, of course, but he did not personally come out in the bright of day. However, the Dark Spirit's prey this time was certain, and though Kapura was faster than any other Matoran on the island, he had a feeling that Vakama would not be the first Ta-Korian to receive news. But if nothing else, at least it was good practice. * * * “No, that won’t do, we need to widen the eastern flow,” said Aodhan, his yellow-orange Kanohi frowning with frustration. The Matoran to his left shook his head. “We only just harvested tri-divides one and three two days ago, and they’re already filling up again. We don’t want to risk an overflow like last time.” “I’ve already been through this, Agni… that was most likely a freak accident. Jaller was certain those boulders hadn’t been there before, and now that they’re cleared, the core flow is even again.” “Freak accident? Or Makuta?” Agni replied sternly. “I may be thrice voted “most likely to die wrestling a possessed Rahi into the river,” but even I’m not going to assume the Spirit of Darkness isn’t just going to pull the same stunt again.” “I still don’t buy that it was Makuta,” sighed Aodhan, “but since we’re on the subject, do you have any better ideas?” The Matoran to Aodhan's left raised her hand. “Um, I do,” she said, in a squeaky but intelligent voice. “I’ve been surveying the northern flow, and I think we may be able to divert some more to the eastern tri-divides if we dig a trench in the path I’ve marked.” She handed the tablet in her hands to Aodhan, who looked it over with increasing confusion? “You do realize we will need at least two extra pairs of Fire Mahi and three farmers out of the infirmary if we even want to accomplish this?” Aodhan said sternly. “What is the big idea you have this time.” She grinned. “Just an observation that we might be able to save a lot of time and work if we let the lava do most of the pathmaking for us. All we need is to plow a little indent from east to north, and…” Agni’s eyes widened. “Yes, of course, brilliant idea as usual, Tiribomba!” “It’s worth a shot, I suppose,” Aodhan replied. “Get the workers on it immediately.” As the lava farmers assembled and began to toy with nature once more, they were watched without ceasing by the captain of the guard and his militia, all of which were bored out of their minds and yet also rather on edge. “Makuta always attacks when you most expect him but when you least can afford him to,” Turaga Vakama had once said, and Jaller had had plenty of time and experience to drive that into her memory box. Most of her guards were slightly less quick on the uptake, but even they understood that when Jaller told them to keep their eyeslits firmly planted on the Lava farmers at all times, they better not be caught reading the latest Kohlii journal or filing their armor. Of course, there was more to being a guard than simply spotting danger. You had to nip it in the backplate. And that was becoming an increasingly impossible task. “So, what if it’s another swam of Hikaki?” said Agni, who had never been very adept at strategy. “It won’t be. Most of them had their infected Kanohi burnt off, and its going to take time for Makuta to replenish them.” “But what if we’re wrong? What if they come back in full force and we have to use the last freeze disk? Then we’ll have nothing left but our guard staves and bare hands. I could handle about twenty, buy you a diversion of course, but then I’d be lizard food and you’d have to do recruiting again.” “Are you implying I couldn’t also wrestle Hikaki until my gears corroded?” Maglya interjected, feisty as ever and still treating everything like a sporting event. “Trust me, when you’ve done a 720 spilt over the lava falls, you’re not going to be a pushover against some overgrown scale piles.” ”Sister, trust me, he doesn’t mean any more harm than he ever does.” Keahi conforted. She herself was familiar with sports, but there was something about Kohlii that didn’t have such a detrimental effect on a Matoran’s nerves like lava surfing did. Maybe once you had spent enough time inches away from falling to your doom, you didn’t have nerves left to tense up. “Yes, I was only saying that I don’t want anyone to have to take my place like you had to take poor Lhii’s,” sputtered Agni. “Rather roundabout way to say that,” Maglya replied sourly. “Not as roundabout as your races,” Keahi interjected. The conversation then drifted into a long discussion of the 950’th annual lavathon, and if Jaller hadn’t been such an observant captain, she probably would have assumed that they were goofing off. In reality, this was just their way of coping with the grim circumstances the whole village… no, the whole island, faced. In the end, when a Rahi attacked or the volcano erupted, they would all serve valiantly in their own special way, and though she would have to work mighty hard they didn’t step on each other’s toes, she wouldn’t dream of giving up any of them to Makuta. If only she had been firmer in that conviction back when Lhii had still been third in command…. “Um sir,” the voice of Kalama, his second in command, rang out from the watchtower. “Does lava usually curve like that?” Jaller squinted her eyes and looked in the direction of Kalama’s pointing finger. It only took a moment to make a decision. A few blows of the seashell later, the lava farmers were scrambling away from the eastern flow, just before a large blob of lava burst out of the river and shook fiery liquid everywhere. By the time Jaller and the other guards has assembled down below, the blob had revealed itself to be something much more dangerous. “Ranama, wonderful,” Jaller said, her mask firmly plastered in her hand. “What do we do? They’ve never been infected before! How are we supposed to get near…” “Enough!” Jaller exclaimed, as quietly as possible. “We don’t know that its infected. It might have just wandered too far from its nest….” Her words were interrupted by a loud clang and a gloopy roar. Maglya had just thrown her guard staff at what appeared to be a kanohi-shaped indentation on the Ranama’s back. The staff stuck to the surface for a second, and then melted into slag, which merged with the Rahi’s lava coating. The creature turned around, its reptilian eyes laced not with anger, but with the suicidal determination of a creature whose mind was no longer its own. This is going to be one of those days. Jaller thought. Review Topic