This is kind of an odd little story I dreamed up, set during the 2001 storyline. Enjoy!
“I need to find another mask,” said Tahu. “If Kopaka gets them all before I do, I’ll never live it down.”
“Patience, Toa Tahu,” said Vakama. “The quest for the masks is not a race.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Turaga Onewa chose that very moment to enter the room. “Oh…I’m sorry, Vakama, I didn’t think you would still be…occupied.”
“Pay it no heed, Onewa. I’ll be done talking to Tahu in just a moment.”
Vakama turned back to face Tahu. “To find the Kanohi Pakari, you must first seek strength within yourself. Go think on this.”
Visibly annoyed at the cryptic words, Tahu replied with a stiff, “Very well, Turaga,” and left Vakama’s hut.
“What did you mean by that?” asked Onewa.
“Well, you see, brother…that's why I summoned you. I have a problem,” said Vakama. “I can’t remember where I hid the Pakari.”
“You forgot? You forgot where you put one of the keys to Makuta’s defeat?”
“It was a thousand years ago! I can’t be expected to keep track of all the masks for that long.”
“Don’t tell me…”
“I…I may have forgotten where a few of the others are.”
“Well…all of them.”
“Oh, Karzahni,” swore Onewa. “How has Tahu found any masks at all?”
“So far, I’ve just told him cryptic things, and he’s always come back with one. I have no idea how he does it. But this can’t be allowed to go on. If there’s one he can’t find, I cannot keep feeding him mumbo-jumbo forever.”
Suddenly, a tall figure sped into the room. When it came to a halt, the two Turaga realized that it was Pohatu.
“Turaga Onewa! Hafu told me I could find you here. I was wondering if you could clue me in to where to find any more masks?”
“What mask are you looking for, Toa?”
“Well, I reckon the Hau could come in handy.”
“Then the Hau it is. Seek the Mask of Shielding in the Place That Is Protected.”
“Um, as you say, Turaga.” With that, Pohatu sped off.
“Oh dear,” said Vakama. “Is there something you haven’t been telling me, Onewa?”
The Turaga of Po-Koro drew a heavy breath. “I may not have the best memory, either.”
“Oh, Karzahni. This is a fiasco. What can we do?”
“Well, the Toa seem to be doing well on their own so far. Perhaps following one of them to a mask might help refresh our memories?”
“That’s a silly, ridiculous, and pointless plan,” said Vakama. “It just might work.”
“My thoughts exactly,” said Onewa. “Let’s go find Tahu; he can’t be too far.”
The two Turaga caught up with the Toa of Fire after about half an hour. He was wandering the rocky slopes of the Mangai Volcano.
“What in Mata Nui’s name are you doing here?” asked Tahu.
“We wish to observe your mask-finding process,” Vakama told him. “It will give us insight into your inner character.”
“Whatever,” said Tahu. “Try not to get in my way.”
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” said Onewa.
They wandered about for several moments. Suddenly, to the north, they heard a rock bounce against the mountain. Immediately, Tahu headed towards the sound.
“Where are you going, Toa Tahu?” asked Vakama.
“To the noise. Whenever I start hearing noises like that, it means I’m getting close to a mask.”
Concealed behind a pile of rocks, a lone Matoran smiled. Tahu would have his Pakari soon. He picked up a second rock, and threw it.
A second noise came from higher up the side of the mountain. Looking towards it, Tahu noticed a rocky outcropping in the middle of a stream of lava.
“That must be where the mask is!” he exclaimed. He eagerly bounded up the slope. When he got near the outcropping, he equipped his Miru and floated over the lava stream. There was the Pakari, just as he’d suspected. He placed the Mask of Strength on his face, and instantly felt a surge of power. He leapt off the outcropping, landing right next to the pair of Turaga.
“Incredible,” remarked Vakama. “Does this happen every time?”
“It does,” answered Tahu. “I can't explain why.”
“Perhaps some things are not meant to be known,” Vakama mused. “Perhaps Mata Nui has a way of ensuring important things happen, no matter what obstacles lie in the way.” He glanced slyly at Onewa.
“Perhaps so. In any event, let us return to Ta-Koro. This volcano is no place for a Turaga of stone.”
Behind his pile of rocks, Kapura breathed a sigh of content. Toa Tahu was one mask closer to defeating Makuta, and his beloved teacher’s secret was safe. He slinked off to guide Pohatu to his Hau. If anyone asked why he was gone for so long, he could simply say he had been practicing.
Edited by John Smith, Sep 22 2014 - 04:29 PM.