A New Horizon

[Dual]

A New Horizon

 

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Introduction

 

What? What's going on? Where am I? Who am I? Grahu opened his eyes. He was in a pod, silver in colour, circular in shape. He realised he was bobbing up and down, floating in a body of water most likely. The pod was translucent, and he saw other circular shapes, lots of them, floating around him. Then he felt himself moving forward, due to a large wave he guessed. A small bump meant he hit land. Looking around the pod again, he found a latch. When he turned it, his pod opened with a hiss. He hopped out, and landed on a sandy beach.

 

All around him, other pods came to shore and opened, and others like him climbed out. Everyone seemed confused, and many of them began to explore. There was a large group of trees in front, blocking the view of whatever was past them. There were many paths, or rather places where plants just didn't grow, leading into the forest. Soon, all the others had gone down these paths, leaving Grahu alone. They were foolish, entering unknown territory unarmed and unprepared, unless they really did know something he didn't. It didn't matter, he wouldn't go anywhere without some sort of tool to defend himself. He walked down the beach, shuffling his feet to see if anything was buried under the sand. Finally, he stumbled upon a small white pick most likely used for climbing mountains. It would have to do. Picking it up, Grahu headed for the leftmost path.

 

"Do you believe that they are coming?"

 

"Yes, the stars shined brightly last night, I couldn't sleep. It's the sign we have been waiting for. Is everything prepared?"

 

"Yes. Each city is ready, it just needs workers."

 

"Good. Now go to your respective cities and prepare to welcome the matoran."

 

As he slashed through the vines that blocked his path, muttering under his breath, Grahu began to let his mind wander. Is it amnesia? Why do I remember nothing but my name? His thoughts were interrupted by a noise. He stopped, and turned around. Nothing. He frowned, and proceeded cautiously. He was out of the forest now, and on a proper dirt path. Good, no more vines. Now I can check my...surroundings? When Grahu looked up, he was astonished. Before him lay buildings larger than the trees, towering over everything. No words could explain the magnificence of it, and Grahu was frozen for a second. When he recovered, he saw a sign. It was neatly written, which made Grahu a little relieved. There was intelligent life on this island. When he got closer, he read aloud:

 

"Ko-Masua, left. Po-Masua, straight. Ta-Masua, right." For reasons unknown, Grahu peeked at his tool. Engraved on its handle were the letters "ko." Doing something he almost never did, Grahu relied on instinct, and took the left path. As he continued to walk, the dirt path soon turned into a proper stone walkway. The further he went, the colder it got. Soon, snow covered the path. Looking at what lay ahead, Grahu saw many snow covered mountains. He picked up the pace, feeling almost excited for what lay ahead.

 

After what seemed like hours of walking, he made it to the mountains. The path twisted between them, and Grahu saw light pouring out onto the path. Whatever Ko-Masua was, it had to be making that light, he was sure of it. When he turned the corner, Grahu stopped. Before him stood a wondrous city, glowing with light. The buildings were an off white colour, and stood many stories high. Grahu walked through the city, looking around him in wonder.

 

"Ah, hello. I see you are the first one to come to this city."

 

"What is this? Why am I here? Who are you?"

 

"All important questions. All you need to know right now is that you are on the island of Masua Nui. This city is called Ko-Masua. You are a Ko-matoran, matoran of ice. This city will be your home, where you will be given a job to carry out. I am Turaga Kotum, the elder of this village. You are?"

 

"Grahu."

 

"Welcome Grahu. This hut right here will be your home." Grahu looked at the modest white hut and nodded. "Now, the others will be coming soon, so I have to greet them. Make yourself at home." He walked away, towards the edge of the city, and Grahu entered his hut.

 

It was decently furnished, with a bed, a desk, a crate, everything essential. As he sat down, Grahu took in the information he had just received. The island was called Masua Nui, the city Ko-Masua. He was a Ko-matoran who was supposed to work in this city. But why? What was the purpose? And who was this mysterious being that called himself Turaga? Too many questions, too little information. Grahu looked outside, it was starting to snow, and it was dark. He decided he would go to sleep and try to search for answers in the morning.

 

On the beach, one last pod washed up onto the shore. There was sound of movement inside, then the hiss of the pod opening. A matoran climbed out and looked around. He, however, was not bewildered. He seemed content.

 

"This island, Masua, is full of weak beings. None of them can rival me, which means I can easily conquer them." He crept into the forest without a sound, smiling to himself.

Edited August 11, 2014 by Dual

[Dual]

Chapter 1

 

Grahu was woken up the next day by noises coming from outside. He got up, opening his door. He was greeted by hundreds of fellow ko-matoran, at least, he assumed they were ko-matoran, speaking to each other. They all stood in front of a large balcony perched on a building that was larger than the huts, but smaller than the tall buildings that towered above all else, save the large mountains. As Grahu entered the crowd, a hush came over them. Looking around, Grahu saw all of the others were looking at the balcony. He followed suit, and saw Turaga Kotum standing on it, his staff held up in the air. 

 

"Hello, inhabitants of Ko-Metru. For those that do not know me, I am Turaga Kotum. I am sure you all have many questions, and I will attempt to answer a few right now. This island, Masua Nui, is home to six regions, or Wahi's, each with a different climate. You all currently reside in the region of Ko-Wahi, in the city of Ko-Metru. I am the elder of this city, and I am here to direct and watch over you. In a minute, you will all be given jobs to carry out to make sure this city will run smoothly. If you do not wish to work, no one will force you to, however, you will have to leave the city. On your hut you will find a word. If that word is "voya," you will be a messenger and you will meet here, in my hut, as soon as you can. If you see "rua," you will be a scholar, working in the large towers in the city," as Kotum motioned to the towers, Grahu felt a strange pang go through him. The towers seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't imagine how. "Now, please go to your huts and report to your required location."

 

After Grahu reached his hut, he saw the word "voya" written beside the door. He walked back to the Turaga's hut and saw about ten other matoran there as well. Kotum came soon after, and spoke to them.

 

"You will be the messengers of Ko-Metru. Some of you will stay here and deliver messages throughout the city, while others of you will travel to other Metru's and deliver messages to them. The matoran that will do that are as follows. Poltu, Ta-Metru. Lervi, Ga-Metru. Grahu, Po-Metru. Jetwas, Onu-Metru. Huyde, Le-Metru. Your first assignment will be to inform the other Turaga that the transition is complete." With that, the five of them left, splitting off after leaving Ko-Metru. Grahu made sure to grab his ice pick on the way, uneasy with this trek into territory he had never ventured into before.

 

After what seemed like hours of walking through snow, the snow began to melt away to reveal barren ground and sand. Eventually, the climate changed to dry and hot, and Grahu became irritated. He kicked the sand as he walked, dragging his pick in the ground.

 

Finally, he reached the city of Po-Metru. The buildings weren't as tall as in Ko-Metru, and they were made out of clay. The majority of them were huts, with a lot of fenced areas. Grahu wandered around the city for a bit, until he found a hut slightly larger than the others. He knocked, and what he could only guess was a Turaga opened.

 

"My name is Grahu, and I am here from Ko-Metru to inform you that the transition is complete."

 

"Thank you. I am Turaga Porew, the Turaga of Po-Metru. Tell Kotum I appreciate the message, and I wish him and his city the best." Grahu nodded, and left the hut. On his way back, he noticed a strange creature standing in his path, a couple dozen bio's away. It was a bit larger than Grahu was, appeared to be bipedal, and had a beak. As he approached it, Grahu noticed the creature stir. Frowning, he began to walk around it. However, it awoke, and looked at Grahu. He grasped his pick in his hand, preparing for attack. However, he was ill-prepared. The creature charged, and Grahu was knocked over, caught off-guard by it's speed. The creature turned around, preparing for another attack. However, a rope was slung around it's neck and a matoran came out from behind a rock, pulling the creature in. 

 

"Having trouble?" The matoran, obviously from Po-Metru, asked.

 

"I was fine." Grahu muttered.

 

"Didn't look like it. Dikapi giving you trouble?"

 

"What?"

 

"Dikapi, this rahi right here. It's usually pretty docile." 

 

"Well, thanks." Grahu began walking away.

 

"I'm Barekk by the way." 

 

"Grahu." Grahu mumbled before continuing his journey back home.