Ic: The Mysterious Visitor stepped up to the monastery's main entrance and banged the door-knocker thrice, then opened the door and stepped in. All men were invited into the redoubt; the knocks were only a symbolic option.
He surveyed the interior of the building. Like everything else in the Massif it had not changed one bit over the years since his previous visit. It was private and serene, a small network of sandstone and granite passageways that all symmetrically met again on the other side in a shrine. Oil lamps and torches were mountain on the walls, their flickering golden light casting a holy illumination on the hewed walls and columns that lines the side of the church. On the far side was a table with the Mata Nui spirit stone, flanked by the Three Virtues, Lady Destiny by his side.
He fell to the floor and spoke there, his voice bouncing off the stone floor and up into the chamber and vaulted ceiling above him. "My friend, you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" he said, a rehearsed line.
Antrim's heavy footsteps came into focus as the toa-protector descended the staircase that revolved above the chapel and called out in turn, his booming voice reverberating even more divinely. He looked down on the visitor curiously. the passcode was true and he was sure he had seen the man before, but the timing was all wrong. Why -- how...? "The candles flicker low."
The Visitor got up and looked directly at Antrim, "I know of a way to return you to your former self." Antrim's eyes flew wide as his mouth as he stood there, shocked at the Visitor's... visit. "Hello, Antrim."
* * * * *
"How did you come to the island?" Antrim asked his friend. They relaxed in the bell tower in the shadow of the monolithic chime, surveying the terrain that fell under the Massif's domain. It was beautiful in every way and the peaceful redoubt seemed to float in the wispy clouds with grace, adding a surreal note to the setting.
"I don't know," the Visitor replied. "One moment I was jogging down my city's street, the next I was slogging through Le-Wahi marsh. I hadn't expected to be here, but here I am, and apparently not a moment too soon."
"These are dark times, true," Antrim murmured unhappily. "But Destiny often works in strange ways. I have no doubt your presence is needed."
"Right. Akiri Kongu told me the turaga are dead. Tell me about that," the Visitor pressed, searching for information.
"The Turaga were assassinated in a single day cycle," he explained.
"Was the Makuta behind it?" the Visitor quickly inserted.
Antrim shook his head. "I don't think so. It's possible, but doubtful. They were killed by experts of their trades, that much is certain, and I believe they were under the employ of another darkness. There are other threats besides the Makuta on this land, one in particular I have actively been combating. They call themselves the Peers, and it's a terrible name for their consortium. They are a small slice of the wealthiest people in the land, actively plotting against the Light. I once had an informant in their midst but he was killed off when his betrayal was known. More recently, however, I unleashed a newer weapon against them with a passion of his own, however I have not heard of him in a while."
"So why not just slay the all wealthy?" the Visitor callously suggested. "Wealth should not be hoarded such that it becomes synonymous with power." When speaking with Kongu the Visitor's speech was casual, meek and courteous, but in the presence of a fellow Gatekeeper he was far more sharp-tongued, quick in nerve and tight on time. Politeness came second to him there.
"No!" Antrim decried the idea. "There are innocents yet and I will defend all life regardless what it owns. I will not fight fire with fuel."
"Oh, Antrim, always the righteous warrior and moral compass," the Visitor said with an eyeroll. "Fine then. Are you any closer to rooting out this evil?"
"Perhaps... I don't know," he confessed. "It depends on my weapon's success. If not, I will have to try again, harder this time."
"And Takua?" the Visitor said, moving the subject to the other person of interest.
"Last seen in the company of the Second Toa before their transformation. Presumed killed by Rakhs," Antrim said. "I have not heard of his body found, though."
"The Second Toa," the Visitor gawked. "So the prophesies came true. I heard the Makuta was defeated."
Antrim nodded. "Against the primal darkness, you'll find, I have not been idle," he said with a little pride in his accomplishment. "They were matoran before being transformed into Toa Maru by the Essence Stones of the First Toa. Three of their number were housed here for a time, one of which is Stannis, my protegé who I taught all that I know to be great. He is the foretold Wanderer and a prophet of Mata Nui. Additionally, I gave assistance to Joske Nimil, who Stannis conferred the name Gatekeeper upon." The Visitor's eyes perked at this information. "I have no doubt it means something."
"So the Makuta has been defeated. this remaining darkness, though -- the one behind the turaga's killings. You said you have a weapon. Tell me more about it. I want to know why you have such faith in it's conviction. You've had success in dealing with the Makuta but it seems to me you've grown lax against the other threat, leading to the deaths of our associates."
Antrim drew his head back and relaxed with confidence. "Because my weapon is a man: The current Shaddix patriarch."
"Ah," the Visitor said and looked back at the distant jungle. "That does explain your confidence."