Hm. I guess the two chapters are too different from each other. Does this clear it up?
Chapter 2: Enrollment
In the Council…
“But I don’t understand why you think that, Kiina,” Tahu said. “The Matoran has passion in him.”
“Passion? You have got to be kidding me. He hasn’t fought anyone once in his life. And no, the Woolies in Bubsy 3D do not count. No enemy in the modern world hurls poisonous spit at you.”
Tahu facepalmed. “You simply don’t seem to understand. Look, I’ve never seen this Matoran either. Not once, in my life, did I ever encounter this being. The very fact that he brought himself up into your office must mean something, Kiina.”
“But what if it’s not good? What if it’s not what you think it is?” Kiina stood up, her anger rising. “Has the war kicked into your mind yet? How about the deaths of Gali, Takanuva, even Helryx? Everyone sacrificed their lives so freedom could come. But it didn’t!”
Tahu only stared at Kiina, who was in a fit of rage. She was as mad as she’d been when they were walking through the Gates. Only this time, it wasn’t out of love. It was out of hatred.
“Right when we thought everything was right, it wasn’t! Don’t you remember? Metenos rushed into the gates and killed everyone there but Angonce. Then the stupid Great Being left us to die…to die after we saved the world from his brother! He burned the Clearing, the entire Clearing, and—“
“I know, Kiina. I know.”
“No. You don’t. You couldn’t possibly know if you’re letting this being that you’ve never seen in your life join the academy. He could be a spy!”
“Listen, Kiina. Anyone who wants to join the academy, anyone who wants to do some good to this world can. There’s no question to it. And especially this Matoran. He means no harm. I can see it. In fact, I see exactly what I saw in Tanma, and look where he went. I saw—and I see—hope.”
Outside the Council…
Kiina pushed open the door furiously, and handed Ignis a piece of paper and a badge. “You’re in, Matoran. And frankly, in my opinion, you’re very, very lucky.”
It was a normal day in the Order of Tahu. The government was still being patched up, with TTP and Meta in the Council with Nuhrii and Tahu to make the final arrangements. Outside, everyone simply relaxed and waited for the Council to end for the day.
As any normal day would go for Ignis, he spent his time in the forest, exploring and playing with his best friend, Mica. Mica was a Ga-Matoran who had worked with Ignis in Karzahni. The two were inseparable, or so it seemed.
In the Forest of Records…
“Mica! Come here, I found something!” Ignis yelled.
“What is it?” Mica yelled back. She was sitting with Mata Nui, who carefully inscribed the events of years past on the Wall. It had been five years since Ranox had been defeated, and since then the Order’s territory had been expanded; the sea had been explored fully as well as Icarax’s Island being cleansed of Rahkshi and the like. In short, the Order had aged well and everyone was happy.
Ignis looked down. There was a circular white sphere below him, with a black line running down the middle. He twisted the sphere along the black outline, and the line glowed a dark green light. The line disappeared, and the sphere split into two, falling to the ground. A piece of paper stuck out of the sphere. “The worst is yet to come—“ he read. “Well, what does that mean?” He ran out of the woods.
“What did you find? Here, let me see—“ Mica watched Ignis rush out of the woods and run to the Wall. Seconds later, a violent explosion erupted behind them.
Ignis jumped and looked back. “AUGH! WHAT WAS THAT?”
“It was me,” a being said. The two Matoran turned around to see a being clad in silvery, clone armor. He wore a chrome Hau on his face, though unlike Tahu’s old Hau, it had a twisted, evil feel to it. “Finally…it feels so good to be out of that earthly prison.”
“Earthly prison? But who—“
“GET BACK, MICA!” Mata Nui yelled, running to the three. His expression was filled with fear. “You…how did you—“
The being’s eyes darkened. “You…you’re the one who…”
“I freed them, yes. And I had a right to, too. They deserved better than what you would’ve given them…”
“They did not. But that’s not what I’m here for. I’ve come to simply collect my power. To find what is due to me…and take it, once and for all…hasn’t it caused you trouble in the past?”
“A little. But it is mine. I created this land for them, and I will not let anything go to anyone else…this includes you.”
The being chuckled. “That’s all right. There are other ways, I guess...”
“Actually, there is another way…” the being unsheathed his broadsword and thrust it against Mata Nui’s neck. “Care to find out?”
“Any last words? None? All right then.” The being again pushed his broadsword closer to Mata Nui’s neck, who struggled to get out.
“…know that you will not win with my demise, Metenos—there is a stronger force behind me for you to conquer.”
“Oh, I know, Nui…it’s not that much stronger, though. What a pity it is that you won’t live past now.” Metenos swung his sword, and watched Mata Nui’s mask thud to the ground. Moments later, the rest of his body disintegrated and his scarab shield returned to bug form, which scurried into Mica’s hand.
“There, there, little Click…it’s alright.” Needless to say, Mica was terrified.
Metenos held out his free hand. “Give me the bug.”
“No.” Mica said, standing and looking up at the being. “He’s mine now.”
Metenos shrugged. “Very well. You keep your bug, I keep—“ he swept up the Ignika, “—the mask.”
Mica jumped for the Ignika. “No! Let me…have it!”
“It’s too bad, really. I could’ve—wait, what? All right, I guess you can have your mask…with a cost.”
Before Mica could ask what, Metenos grabbed Mica by the arm. “AUGH! Let me down!” The bug dropped out of her hand and fell to the ground.
Up until now, Ignis was paralyzed. First, he’d been almost killed by a bomb, the next moment he’d watched the Great Spirit die. Now his best friend was being taken away from him. As Metenos dragged Mica away, Ignis picked up the bug and ran after them.
In the Clearing of Three…
Tahu left the Council with his head held high. For the first time in his life, things were going smoothly for the Order. A new and well-thought out Council was being built up totally from scratch, their territory was being expanded beyond the beach and the gates. More recently, they’d made a peace treaty with the more intelligent Vorox.
All of that was about to change.
Kiina pointed over at the Destiny Lake, which rippled quickly and harshly. “What is that?”
Tahu looked, and his eyes widened. “Kiina, Tanma, and Nuhrii. Come over with me, we have to investigate this oddity.”
But this was not an oddity. No, it was something much, much greater…
Nuhrii bent over the lake. “It’s never rippled this much. No, not even when you appeared, right Tahu?”
Tahu thought of himself, rising out of the protodermis to save Ackar from death. The protodermis had rippled a lot due to him coming out of it. “Huh, maybe there’s someone inside…”
“You’d better be right.” Rising out of the pool of Energized Protodermis was none other than the strange being who’d killed Mata Nui, Metenos. In one hand, he held the Ignika, and in the other hand, Mica tried to squirm out of his grasp.
Tahu’s jaw dropped. “What—who—Mata Nui is—“
Tanma instead unsheathed his sword. “Give me that Matoran, and give me that mask!”
“Stop,” Metenos said with such a commanding voice that Tanma sheathed his sword and Tahu stopped mumbling. “Yes, Tahu. Mata Nui is dead, as he did not live up to his part of our…bargain.”
“Wait, he made a bargain?” Tahu queried. He did not even try to question how Metenos knew his name.
“Yes, with me. And he didn’t even choose to listen to the bargain, which is why I am in possession of his mask. And the Matoran, you ask? She did not choose to listen to my word, so she is…trapped, for now.”
Ignis watched the whole thing unfold in the woods. Again, he did nothing. He couldn’t have; what did he have against this being?
Nuhrii pushed Tanma back, and stabbed his sword into Metenos’ knee. “Let go of them!”
For a moment, the sword remained there. Seconds later, a silvery liquid spread over the knee, and it was healed. Nuhrii’s sword dropped into the protodermis, where it melted and sunk deeper. Metenos looked down at Nuhrii. “You dare hurt the Great Being of Protodermis?”
Nuhrii quivered. “I…I…”
“It’s a pity, really.” Metenos threw the Ignika down into the lake, then raised his free hand and smirked. “You had no idea who you were dealing with, and all you had to do was ask.”
In Ignis’ House…
Ignis awoke with a start. Yes, he’d had that dream again. “If only it was really only a dream,” Ignis muttered.
He looked up at the ceiling. On the ceiling were posters of Toa, present and past, all hand drawn by Mica. He looked up at the portrait of Nuhrii. His heart sank.
Ignis stood up and went over to his shelf. The light sunrays of dawn peeked through the window opposite, allowing him to see a small little cage. Inside the cage was none other than his pet scarab beetle, Click.
“Come on, Click, it’s our first day in the academy!” Ignis held out his hand for Click to climb on, then stepped back so the beetle could transform into Mata Nui’s old scarab shield.
To Be Continued…