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The Prophecy Of The Six: Book I in the Rebooted Timeline

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This is but the first tale in the saga of six heroes whom you all know very well. 


I, FrozenPancake_, proudly present..... 


Book I: The Prophecy Of The Six
Prologue: The Prophecy 

When times are dark and all hope seems lost

The guardians united must

Invoke the power of past and future

and look to the skies for an answer

When the stars align, the Six shall arrive

United, theirs is the power to vanquish darkness

And reclaim what has been lost

Together, they are six heroes with one destiny.






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Chapters will be added regularly, starting with the first six, then two or three each week.


(Also, there are lots of POV switches, so a lot of events are implied to have happened, because they happened while another part of the story was being covered.)






Chapter I


     A red-armored figure lay on the black sand. He opened his eyes, which were glowing blue slits. His hands went to his face, searching for something. The being realized that he was missing something important. My mask, he thought. Where is it? Slowly, he got to his feet and looked around. He spotted a red gleam in a small dune. There it is. He walked over to it and put the mask on. It had angular eyes, a pronounced chin, and vents along the cheeks-- All the features of a Kanohi Hau, or Mask of Shielding. Much better. Close by, he came across a pile of weapons. They consisted of two small golden katana-like swords, and two large silver-- What the--, The red being thought. What the Karzahni am I supposed to do with these things? He picked one up. “Useless metal,” he scoffed. He had spoken too soon, for the blade was suddenly glowing, ablaze with fire!  Maybe not.  Storing the golden swords on his back, he carried the large blades in his hands. Suddenly, another being wearing a brown cloak walked towards him. The red being readied his blades. “Lower your weapons, Master of Fire,” the cloaked one said. “We have been expecting you.”

Chapter II


“Master of Fire? Expecting me? I don’t even know where I am, or who I am. Why am I suddenly so important?” The red being was fuming, smoke coming through the vents on his mask. “Calm yourself,” the cloaked one replied. “The knowing will come.” “The knowing will come?!? Just get to the point and quit speaking in riddles,” the red one growled. “Follow me to Ta-Koto, and I will explain everything,” the cloaked being said. He removed his hood, revealing a sleek red mask, which only covered half of his face. “I am Tarahkai Narmoto . And you are Tahu, Toa of Fire.” “Take me to Ta-Koto.” Tahu motioned for Narmoto to lead.


The pair walked along the banks of a molten lava river. “Where are we?” Tahu asked. “Ta-Wahi,” Narmoto replied. A glimpse of a memory flashed in Tahu’s conscience, then it was gone. “I knew that. What I meant is--” “The island is called Okoto,” Narmoto said, as if reading his mind. “Why am I here, Narmoto?” Tahu heard hissing and clicking sounds coming from behind. He spun around to see a swarm of spider-like creatures advancing on them, each about the size of an Agori’s body. “I’ll handle this.” As the spiders leapt towards him, he sliced them all in half in one clean blow. Their fragmented bodies crumpled to the blackened ground. “That’s why I’m here?” Tahu asked incredulously. “To squash a few BUGS? Can’t you and the Agori defeat these things on your own?” “Looks can be deceiving, Tahu,”  Narmoto replied. “Alone, they are but large pests. But together, they are truly a force to be reckoned with. They are known to us as Ragnok, or Skull Spiders. They like to attack by swarming a victim to the point that they are pinned down and helpless, then one will pry off their Kanohi and--” Narmoto shuddered. “And what?” Tahu grumbled impatiently. “They will latch onto your face and control your mind. They can even reanimate the dead.” Narmoto whispered the last three words.


Another memory surfaced in Tahu’s mind. He was in what looked like a village. Agori were running, screaming. He saw armored, sphere-like monsters attacking it. One shot a jet of flame at a hut, setting it ablaze. Tahu also saw a group of Agori whose masks were replaced by organic-looking ones. They all said, “Clean it all, it must be cleaned.” Then they started shuffling toward him like zombies. An Agori shouted, “Tahu! Wake up!”


Tahu opened his eyes, gasping. “What happened to you? You passed out when I told you about the Ragnok. And I wasn’t done yet.” “I had a vision.” “What did you see?” Tahu described the nightmarish scene. “Hmm. Sounds like an old legend of ours.” Narmoto said, stroking his chin. “Ta-Koto is just ahead.”


Chapter III


Later, Tahu and the Tarahkai met in Narmoto’s hut. It had quite the view, for it overlooked an enormous lake of lava. Several Agori were swimming in it. Tahu was perplexed at this, and he cocked his head to one side. “How are they--” “They have a natural resistance to heat,” Narmoto replied. “Yours, of course, is even stronger. In the legends, it was said that you surfed in active volcanoes.” Tahu ran a metallic finger across his armor, which was glowing red-hot. “So, what must I do to vanquish the evil that plagues this land?” he asked, eyes narrowed. “The answer lies in one of our many legends-- the legend of the Great Cataclysm,” Narmoto began...


“Long ago, we Agori lived in peace and harmony. We lived in the great city of Koto-Nui, ruled by our two kings, the Mask Makers. Their names were Ekimu and Makuta. They were close friends; in fact, one could call them brothers.The two made many masks for the people of this island. But the Kanohi that the Mask Makers wore were very powerful. Ekimu wore the Kanohi Hanga, the Legendary Mask of Creation. It could create anything, as long as the user had the materials. Makuta wore the Kanohi Regna, the Legendary Mask of Control. This mask could control anything, be it living or inanimate. Makuta saved us time and again from many evils with its great power. But this was not to last.

As time wore on, jealousy and bitterness poisoned Makuta’s mind. After all, he could only control things. But this wasn’t enough for him. Makuta wanted more. However, Ekimu sensed this, and forged six Golden Kanohi and six Kanohi Stones for each. The Golden Kanohi, one for each element, were hidden away in shrines. The shrines could only be opened if a being collected six Kanohi Stones of the corresponding element. The stones were scattered across the island by the Tarahkai before me, so that no good or evil could unlock the shrines. Not easily, anyway.”


“Makuta decided it was time to proceed with his twisted plan-- to forge the most powerful Kanohi ever-- the Kanohi Destrox, the Mask of Destruction. Intending to destroy Okoto and rebuild it in his own image, Makuta donned the mask. The island began to crack apart! Realizing what Makuta had done, Ekimu confronted him and knocked the mask from his face, resulting in an explosion of pure energy. Ekimu used his mask to repair the island, but the amount of energy was too much, even for him. He fell into a coma, and those before me laid him to rest. However, all was not well-- far from it. Koto-Nui was in ruins. Even worse, Makuta’s spirit caused us a living nightmare: Ragnok-Kal, the Empress of Skull Spiders, and her army. Some people say that they have seen undead warriors there, possibly under Ragnok-Kal’s control. We fled from the city, breaking into groups based on our elements.

This shattered our unity, but it gave us duty-- To summon the Toa. That was 1,000 years ago, before my time. Now you must begin your journey, and fulfill your destiny.”


“So, when do we start?” Tahu asked. Narmoto sighed. “Not we. You.” Narmoto pointed at him. “Finding the Kanohi Stones is a test for you and you alone. They could be anywhere on the island. Good luck, and return immediately when you have the Stones, for guiding you to the shrine is my task.” “Alright then. I shall set out on my own. Thank you for your guidance, Narmoto.” Tahu smiled under his mask, and he left the hut, descending down a flight of stairs to the scorched earth below.


Chapter IV


Lewa grabbed a vine and examined it, looking for weak spots. “This cling-twiner should do,” he said to himself. He tugged on it, and it held. “Woohoo!” Lewa swung from the vine and landed on top of another tree. “That was awesome! But happyfun comes later. First, I have to search-find those Kanohi Stones. Say, Vizuna told me that there was one right--” Suddenly, a figure wearing blue and gunmetal-gray armor came into view. She held up a piece of green crystal. “Here?” she finished. “Who might you be?” Lewa asked. “Gali, Toa of Water. You might want this?” She threw the stone to Lewa. He caught it, storing it in a bag slung across his back. “Thanks for the help-assist, watersister. Name’s Lewa. Now I’ll be on my--” “Don’t you think we should team up, and find the Kanohi Stones together?” Gali asked. “Our unity would make us stronger.” “Sounds finegood to me,” Lewa replied. He turned around and leapt from the tree.

“How many stones have you collectfound?” Lewa asked. “I found two of mine here,” Gali replied, holding up a pair of blue crystals. “And you?” “Only one, not counting five seconds ago,” Lewa sighed. “I enjoylike the jungle and all, but it’s hard to find anything in here.” He made a sweeping gesture toward some trees, which were tangled in thick vines. “Good thing that they’re scatterspread all over this island,” he said dryly. Gali laughed. “I wouldn’t be laughing at that!” Lewa shouted, pointing forward. A young Agori from the Jungle tribe was running for his life, gasping for breath. He came screeching to a halt in front of them, panting like a tired Okotian Wolf. Lewa rushed forward. “What is it, little one?” he asked. “Skull… Spiders…. village….gone. Destroyed,” the Agori replied. “That’s terrible!” Gali cried, taken aback. “I’m sorrysad to hear that,” Lewa added, dropping to one knee. “What’s your name, little one?” “B-b-b-Bingzak,” the Agori stuttered. “A-are you w-working for M-m-Makuta?” The Agori was trembling, wracked with fear. “No,” Gali replied. “We’re Toa-heroes!” Lewa exclaimed. “I’m Lewa, and the water-maiden here is Gali. We won’t hurtharm you.” “You’re Toa? Wow…” Bingzak’s jaw dropped in awe. “Yes.” Gali nodded. “We should be getting you back to your par--” Tears streamed down Bingzak’s face, and he began to sob uncontrollably. “Oh. I-- I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” Gali knelt and embraced him. She stroked his head. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine.” “T-thanks, Toa Gali,” Bingzak replied. “Want to see the pretty rock that I found?” “Sure.” Bingzak fished out something from his bag. Lo and behold, it was a Kanohi Stone! “That’s no ordinary ‘pretty rock’ you’ve got there, little one,” Lewa said. “It’s something called a Kanohi Stone,” Gali explained. “Each Toa needs six of them to open the shrines of the golden masks. Only then, can we hope to stop the Skull Spiders…” “And whatever else this island needs saving from,” Lewa finished. “So, I don’t get to keep my pretty rock?” “I’m afraid not,” Gali replied. “Okay,” Bingzak complied, handing the green stone to Lewa. “Do you have to leave now?” “Actually, you can quickcome with us,” Lewa offered. “Lewa, it’s too dangerous!” Gali reproached. “Can’t you see that he’s just a child?” “You’d be rightcorrect on both counts. But we can’t just leave him on his own, you know.” “All right,” Gali conceded. “He can come with.” “YIPPEE!” Bingzak cheered. “I get to go on an adventure with two Toa! And I’ll crush those Skull Spiders and avenge my parents.” “That is noble of you, young one, but don’t do anything rash,” Gali warned. “Aw, loosen up, Gali! You’re supposed to go with the flow, being a Toa of Water and all,” Lewa cajoled. Gali rolled her optics. “I just wish you didn’t take things so lightly, that’s all.” “Alright Bingzak. Ready for an adventure?” Lewa asked. “Yeah!” Bingzak exclaimed. “Hop on my back.” With that, the two Toa set off to continue their quest…. and hopefully keep their Agori companion out of trouble.


Kopaka was trudging through the Ko-Wahi drifts, searching for a Kanohi Stone.. Where could it be? he thought. Better activate my Akaku. Kopaka mask began to glow, granting him the power of X-Ray vision. He saw a glint of ice-blue in a nearby cave. There it is. Kopaka almost smiled. He walked toward the cave, and he was just about to claim the stone when he was hit by a sudden gust of wind. Even for a Toa of Ice who was used to blizzards, the wind was overpowering! Arms flailing, Kopaka tried to keep his balance, but to no avail. He fell mask-first into the snow. “OOF!” he grunted, the sound muffled by the snow. Stupid wind. Kopaka was just about to get up when he heard a voice. “You okay there, mate?” Kopaka sat up. The voice belonged to a figure clad in burnt-orange and silver armor. He wore a pair of what looked like snowshoes, and his mask was sleek and streamlined, with air intakes on either side. And strangest of all, his left arm appeared to be completely mechanical. ‘I’m fine,” Kopaka replied. “You sure you don’t need a hand?” the figure asked. “I said I’m fine,” he replied icily, standing up and dusting the snow from his armor.

“Want some help looking for your Kanohi Stones?” the figure asked. “It’ll be a loooot faster. Besides, I know speed better than anyone. I wear a Kakama, after all.” “Look, I don’t need your help. Or want it, for that matter.” Kopaka walked away.  He’ll just get in the way. Just when he thought he had lost him, he saw an orange blur zip toward him. “Ekimu’s masks! What do you want?” Kopaka asked, irritated by this being’s persistence. “I work alone. I don’t--” “Nope!” the orange-clad being replied. “I’m coming with you, no matter what you say. I’m Pohatu, by the way. Get used to it.” Kopaka sighed in resignation. “Fine, you can come with.”


Dig, pull, scrape, push. Dig, pull, scrape, push. Onua was clawing his way through solid rock in the Onu-Wahi tunnels, searching for his Kanohi Stones. His connection to the earth was advantageous, as he could easily sense where the crystals might be. Besides, he already had four out of six of his. Now where could the rest be? Wait, I sense one of them is….moving? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a voice. “Would you happen to be looking for these?” Onua turned around. The voice belonged to a figure clad in red and gold armor. He held not one, but TWO glowing purple stones. “Why, yes,” Onua replied. “My name is Onua. I’m assuming you are Tahu, Toa of Fire?” “That would be me,” Tahu replied. “You might need these.” He handed the stones to Onua. “Thanks to you, I have all of my Kanohi Stones. Korgot will be expecting me, so I’ll be on my way,” said Onua. “No problem,” Tahu replied. “But maybe we should work together and find the rest of mine?” “Sure thing. I think I saw a couple of them further back in the tunnels.”












Chapter V


The Toa, whose paths collided on their quest to find the Kanohi Stones, keys to the elemental shrines, had completed their first test. But their journey was not over. Far from it. Many a challenge lay ahead….






Tahu strode up the stairs to Narmoto’s hut. He knocked on the door. “Come in!” a voice answered.

“Do you have the stones?” Narmoto asked. Tahu’s eyes narrowed. “Did you really think I’d come back without them?” he growled, mask smoldering. The Toa dropped his bag on Narmoto’s desk, which was an elegant table carved from what appeared to be obsidian.  Narmoto examined the contents carefully. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. “All six of your stones are present.” Tahu grew impatient. “Now are we going to that shrine or what?” he grumbled. “Of course,” Narmoto replied. “Why would we waste our time in retrieving that mask?” With that, they set off, to Okoto’s most active volcano….




Wheeeeeerrrrm…… ChkchkchkchkchkCRACK! Korgot’s drill cut through the solid rock that blocked their path. “So, Korgot,” Onua inquired. “How’d you end up as Tarahkai?” “Simple,” Korgot replied. “The mask I wear was passed down from those before me, generation to generation. It was meant to be from father to son, but--” “With you, isn’t that a bit… shaky?” Onua interjected. Korgot laughed. “Yes. I was the only child. So, the duty was mine, despite my gender. I remember that day when I inherited these weapons, this mask. The stares, the remarks of disapproval. That day I swore to prove them wrong.” Korgot made a fist for emphasis. “I swore that I would show them that anyone can be a hero. Even if it breaks a sacred rule.”

“That is very noble,” Onua said. “Thank you, Toa of Earth,” Korgot replied. “Now let’s get on with the mission, shall we?”




Lewa and Vizuna were swinging from tree to tree, searching for the shrine of the golden Miru. “Just a kio or so, and we should be there,” Vizuna calculated. “Good to hearknow,” Lewa replied. “Why do you speak like that, Lewa?” Vizuna asked, a puzzled look on his face. “It sometimes takes you twice as long to say something as most people.” “I don’t remember, exactly,” Lewa answered. “I hardly remember anything from my past. Except one thing: The way I used to speak-talk. But I don’t care about the past-gone. I live in the present-now.” “I see,” Vizuna replied. A voice called out behind them. “Hey guys!” it said. The two warriors turned around. The voice belonged to Bingzak. The Agori hung on to a vine and giggled, a sheepish grin on his face. Vizuna shot a look at Lewa. “You let him follow us?” he asked incredulously. “Not directprecisely, per se,” Lewa replied. Vizuna turned to Bingzak. “We told you to stay!” he scolded. “But I wanna come with you! Please? I know the jungle just as well as you guys! Besides, that Rahi-back ride was fun, Toa Lewa.” “I’m muchglad that you enjoyed it. But haven’t you had enough adventuring for one day?” Lewa asked. “You can never have too many adventures in one day!” Bingzak cried. Vizuna turned back to Lewa. “Well, the little one certainly is stubborn,” he whispered. “You got that rightcorrect,” Lewa whispered back dryly. “Not to mention the fact that we can’t just turn back after coming all this way.” “I suppose the child can come with,” Vizuna replied.




Pohatu was racing through the Kodan Desert, leaving a literal dust storm in his path. “Could you *cough* slow *cough* down?” Nilkuu called after him. “You aren’t even trying to keep up!” Pohatu groaned. Will this Toa ever get it together? Nilkuu thought, shaking his head. He sprinted after the Toa of Stone.


“About time you caught up,” said Pohatu. “Yeah, but you can’t just act like everyone else is that fast! Especially with that Mask of Speed,” Nilkuu said indignantly. “Not to mention that your tendency to cause sandstorms doesn’t make it any easier.” “Sorry,” Pohatu replied. “You were right to hurry, though,” Nilkuu admitted. “The Mask Maker, Ekimu, lies in his tomb, comatose. It is only a matter of time before he is lost to the darkness, and Makuta’s pawns get their claws on the Mask of Creation. If they succeed, all will be lost. So, time is of the essence.” They continued at a jog, and came upon the shrine. It would have been a beautiful sight, if not for the Rahi guarding it. They were scorpion-like creatures with wicked-looking pincers and twin stinger tails. “Oko-Jaga.” Nilkuu spat out the word like a piece of rancid meat. The Oko-Jaga chittered, tails raised in attack position. Pohatu called upon his Desert Gliders, which flew from his feet to his hands, extending into two large boomerang-like weapons. Nilkuu readied his Sandstorm Staff. “Alright,” Nilkuu growled. “Who wants some?”




“Stay here, Izotor,” Kopaka said. “But--” “No.” Kopaka cut off the Tarahkai of Ice. “I don’t need your protection. If I needed it, using the Mask of Time to make me fall from the sky would be pointless. After all, what’s the point of having a Toa to defend the people if he cannot defend himself? Therefore, I am more than capable. Stand aside, I can do this myself.” Izotor sighed. “Don’t get cocky,” he muttered. Kopaka strode onward towards a flight of stairs, which led to the shrine atop Mount Ihu.


A skeletal figure lay in wait atop the shrine, which was constructed to resemble the Mask of X-Ray Vision that Kopaka wore. The figure wore a mask carved into the shape of a skull, and his armor was broken and rusted. His metallic skeleton was also partially exposed, due in part to his broken armor, and the fact that he wasn’t alive. At least not in the way a Toa is. No, this being was long dead. Bent, twisted, broken…. Yet, in some way, it was very much alive. And it had an insatiable thirst for energy. The Toa approaching the shrine happened to be full if it. The figure drew its bow…


A volley of ice blasts hurtled at Kopaka, causing the Toa to raise his Frost Shield. He felt the elemental energy flow into him, making him stronger. Kopaka noticed the skeletal being perched on the shrine, using the telescopic lens on his Akaku to study it. “Is that the best you can do, creature?” he called out. As if to answer, the being removed a sleek blue magazine from his weapon, replacing it with an orange one. Kopaka noticed that the Okotian text on it read “PROTODUST”. It must be technology from before the Great Cataclysm, Kopaka thought. The bow-blaster hybrid went from glowing blue to orange, and fire hissed toward the Toa of Ice. “Karz!” Kopaka cursed, shielding himself from the flames.  He countered the archer’s relentless assault with his own ice blasts, but it was only a matter of time before his reserves would be depleted. One of Kopaka’s blasts struck home, freezing his skeletal assailant solid. Kopaka would examine the undead archer later. Acquiring my Golden Kanohi is more important. He placed his six Kanohi Stones in their slots…






Gali reached out for her golden mask. She took hold of it and slowly placed it over her original mask. Pure elemental energy coursed through her body! “How do ye feel?” Kivoda asked. “I feel amazing!” Gali cried. “Never before have I felt such power!” “Aye, Master of Water. The Great Sea hath bestowed her power upon ye, now that ye hath proved yer worthiness. I hope that ye use it wisely,” the Tarahkai replied gravely. “I will.” Gali bowed her head solemnly. “Good. Now ye should be getting to Koto-Nui, don’t ye think?





Chapter VI


The Toa, having acquired their Golden Kanohi, had finally proved their worthiness. But this wasn’t the end of it. Now, they must journey to Koto-Nui, the resting place of Ekimu and the Mask of Creation. But terrible creatures are lurking amid the ruins…


A shadow crept along the wall of the crypt. The shadow belonged to no one, for it had a mind of its own. Its eyes narrowed at the sight of the sarcophagus. Yes, it thought. This is the one. The shadow concentrated, using its power to break open the sarcophagus. Slowly, the cover that concealed the ancient, long-dead being that the shadow had sought out began to crack. It’s a wonder how some of the energy from that mask still courses through us. But we feel so…. empty without it. That power will be ours again one day. Yes…  The crack widened.  Suddenly, the sarcophagus split open. “Rise.” The shadow waved its hand, and the air was filled with the sound of clockwork slowly grinding to life after ages of disuse. Slowly, the ancient being rose from the coffin that had held him for so many years. “Where...am I? What is.. this place?” he rasped, his voice like metal scraping against stone. As he was taking in his (not-so) new surroundings, he realized that something was terribly wrong with his body. His armor was broken and decayed, revealing metallic bone where once had been pistons and tissue. “What...Wh-what..no. It can’t be. No. Wh-WHAT THE KARZAHNI AM I?” “A shell.” The skeletal being turned. “Who said that? Show yourself!”    The shadow revealed itself. “I can explain,” it replied calmly. “If your surroundings and your current appearance do not make it obvious enough, you have been dead for several thousand years.” “Then you have disturbed my slumber.” The hulking, undead humanoid found an enormous, rusted mace on the floor-- the weapon that he had slain many foes with. Despite the fact that his muscle tissue had long since rotted away, he lifted it easily, feeling its familiar heft again. He raised the mace skyward, ready to strike. “This has been my grave for millennia. Now it shall be yours!” The mace swung down, and the shadow made no effort to dodge. The attack was fruitless; it passed right through him! “What?! That’s impossible! What are you?” “I am a shell-- a broken remnant of what I used to be-- just as you are.” The skeleton’s yellow eyes narrowed. “Enough riddles! Get to the blasted point!” “The point is, I can give you what you want,” the shadow began silkily. “You want to reclaim your glory. You wish to lead your fearsome army of Skrall again. You want power-- to rule the kingdom that was rightfully yours, to sit upon your throne, ruling with an iron fist. You want flesh where there is only bone now. Most of all, you want revenge on the one who stole your throne and your life-- Ekimu!” The once-proud warrior king relished the idea. “I’m listening.” “The Kanohi Hanga, the Mask of Creation, is hidden in a shrine near the tomb of the Mask Maker--my brother. Find and claim it, and it shall grant you great power,” the shadow explained. The towering skeleton bristled. “If you call Ekimu your brother, then you must be--” Makuta waved a shadowy hand. “Ekimu is the one who broke you-- and pushed me off the edge. Repay him in kind, and you shall be rewarded.” Beneath his mask, a wicked smile twisted the skeletal being’s metallic face. His eyes changed color from a sickly yellow to a fiery red. “With pleasure...my master,” he rasped, kneeling before Makuta. “Rise, Lord Kulta, and reclaim what is rightfully yours.” Makuta raised a hand, and dark energy flowed from it into Kulta’s body. His bones began to glow brightly. “What is this energy that flows through me?” “My essence,” Makuta replied. “It gives you powers that some would consider...unnatural, or even forbidden. For instance, you can raise the dead. Is there anyone you loved, whom you wish to see again?” Kulta thought about the suggestion. “Possibly, but not like... this,” he said, gesturing to his own decrepit body. They walked through the crypt. “Try it on this one.” Makuta gestured toward a small coffin. Crimson energy crackled from Kulta’s mace to the coffin. Suddenly, a skeletal limb broke through the lid, and a zombified Agori leapt out! It gave a high-pitched shriek. “It would frighten my foes,” Kulta mused. “But Agori are even more pathetic undead than when they’re alive,” he spat. “However, I’ll keep this one around.” He glanced at the coffin to see if it was marked. The inscription read: “Here lies--” The text was cut off by the crack in the surface-- “--zalk.” “I’ll call it Zalk.” He noticed that Zalk’s heartlight glowed the same red as his body. “He is under your control,” Makuta explained. “So the Agori scum will be more than just a pet,” Kulta mused. He willed the Agori to follow him, and he obeyed. “I have one more thing to show you. Follow me,” Makuta whispered. The three beings exited the crypt through an open doorway leading to a large cemetery. Awaiting them was a small army of 500 undead Skrall warriors, standing at attention. “Your army, as promised. I must leave you now. You know what to do. If you see any Toa, kill them immediately.  Do not fail me.” With that, Makuta vanished.













Edited by FrozenPancake_




A big thank you to Toucan Sam for the Okotian name.



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Chapter VII




Tahu had finished preparing for his long trek to Koto-Nui, the ancient City of the Mask Makers. He wore a leather belt, which had three canteens hanging from it, each filled with freshwater from Ga-Wahi. Slung over his shoulder was a knapsack containing his rations, which consisted of firefruit (A sweet and spicy citrus) and Kane-Ra jerky. He was just about to leave when he heard a voice behind him. “Tahu.” The Toa of Fire turned to see Narmoto, who was holding a square object. “There’s one more thing that you should know.” Tahu grumbled. “What is it? I don’t exactly have all the time in the world.” “Precisely. We all run out of it eventually. So, I want you to give this to one of the Agori.” He held up the square object. “That’s just the crystal that unlocked my Golden Kanohi. What do you want me to do, give a little keepsake to an Agori that I hardly know, because you’re apparently sending me on a suicide mission?!?” he spat. “Yes, despite your abilities, you could very well die in Koto-Nui. I’ve seen the things that Makuta has made, and they are fear. As for the stone, it isn’t a Kanohi Stone any more. It is a Toa Stone. It contains a small amount of your power, but it’s just enough to transform an Agori into a Toa.” “Hm. That makes a lot more sense.” Tahu took the Toa Stone, examining the symbol on it. “Who should I give this thing to, anyway?” he asked. “That is your decision, and yours alone. A Toa is responsible for choosing their own heir.” “Thanks for the advice, that really helped narrow it down.” Narmoto sighed. “If I must give you my thoughts on the matter, I would seek out the Captain of the Guard. His name is Jala. Farewell, Tahu. May the spirit of Ekimu guide you.” Tahu put a large hand on the Tarahkai’s shoulder. “Same to you.” With that, Tahu left the hut one last time.


The Toa of Fire walked until he reached the outskirts of Ta-Koto. Suddenly, an Agori bumped into Tahu. “Hey, watch it!” he growled. The Agori looked up at him, a look of pure terror in his eyes. “T--Toa Tahu! I-- I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. D-do forgive my c-c--clumsiness.” Tahu’s expression softened. “Eh, it’s alright. Sorry if I scared you. I’m looking for the Captain of the Guard. Do you know where he is, by any chance? I need to talk to him for a sec before I head out.” “Oh, Jala? Hey, I know that guy! We’re best buds! I’ll go get him,” the Agori replied enthusiastically. “Great. Oh, before you do that, I’ve got a question for you.” “Yeah, sure, anything! Ask away!” Tahu raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the blue armor?” The Agori reddened. “My mother was from the Water tribe. Now, if the rumors are true, you’re going on a craaazy adventure, and you don’t have much time to hang around, soooo…. I’ll go get him.” The oddball Agori dashed off.


Jala was at his post, doing what he did best: Keeping watch for intruders. Nothing gets past the Captain of the Guard, he thought with a wry grin. That is, unless he wishes it. He snapped out of his reverie when he saw his best friend dashing toward him. “Jala! There’ssomebodyreallyimportantwhowantstotalkwithyouandit’sreallyimportant!” “Whoa, Takua! What was in your breakfast today?” “I only had Gukko eggs and some firefruit.” “Huh. You had me thinking that you were on a bula berry rush for a sec.” “Your friend there is a crazy one. He probably was,” added another member of the Guard. “Yeeeah, about that….. I was. You got me, Kapura. But you’re one to talk.” Takua grinned sheepishly and began walking in circles. Kapura facepalmed, and Jala scowled. “TAKUUUAAA! Those are a delicacy! Besides, the attacks in Le-Wahi have cut off shipping nearly completely, so they’re extra hard  to get these days.” The Captain cleared his throat. “Now, someone important wants to talk to me?”


The blue-clad Agori ran up to Tahu, accompanied by another Agori. The other one wore golden armor, mask and all. There he is. “What took you so long?” Tahu grumbled. The golden Agori explained: “Let’s just say that it involved Takua and some bula berries and leave it at that. So, you wished to speak with me, Toa Tahu?” “Yeah. Now, I know this is crazy, but--” Jala cut him off. “I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff, what with being the Captain of the Guard and all. I’m prepared to do whatever you want me to do.” “Good. Tarahkai Narmoto says that you’re a brave one. So, I want you to have this.” Tahu handed him the red stone that he was carrying. “The Karz? What am I supposed to do with this?” Takua cut in. “It’s a Toa Stone,” he explained. “It contains a small amount of Toa energy. It’ll automatically transform the bearer into a Toa, should the previous Toa die in battle or by other causes.” Tahu’s optics widened. “How do you know all of this?” Takua grinned. “I’m the island’s Chronicler. Basically, I record important events and information in Okoto’s history. I was even there when the Tarahkai summoned you. It’s a fun job. I get to travel and learn a ton of stuff. So, I wanna come with you and record more of your heroic deeds.” “Takua,” Jaller scolded, “Were you even listening to what he said a minute ago? He said that it’s dangerous.” Takua held up a stone tablet, which was now covered in Okotian runes. “Yep! Every word.” Tahu sighed. “I hate to say it, Takua, but I agree with the Captain. You should stay here. I don’t want to be responsible for the death of Okoto’s Chronicler.” Takua protested. “But it’s my duty! Jala can come with us, too! We’d be perfectly safe!” “Takua, I have a duty too-- to stay and protect this place.” “Then what about mine?” Takua looked pleadingly at the Captain and the Toa. “Okay, you can come with me,” Tahu conceded. Takua perked up.  “But only if the Captain says so.” The Chronicler’s shoulders slumped. Jaller took a deep breath. “You may go, but only for two reasons: One, it’s your duty, and two, you’re my best friend. Have fun, Takua. Don’t die out there.” The Captain of the Guard turned to Tahu. “And you. Thanks for the gift. It is truly an honor to be chosen as your heir, Toa of Fire.” “And it was an honor to meet you, Jala, Captain of the Guard.” Tahu dropped to one knee. “A Toa? Bowing in front of me? I never thought I’d see the day.” The Captain grinned. “Me neither.” A smile spread across Tahu’s face. He rose to leave, when Jala tapped him on the shoulder. “And one more thing?” The Toa turned. “Yeah?” “Take care of yourself-- and Takua. Or else you’ll end up in one of my Rahi traps.” Tahu shook his hand. “I don’t foresee that happening.” The unlikely pair turned to leave, and Takua waved. “Bye, Jala! I’ll make sure to bring back a souvenir!”


“So, now what?” Takua asked. “Try to get some sleep. Pack your things, but don’t bring anything unnecessary,” Tahu replied. “We leave at dawn.”






Chapter VIII


A brutish, skeletal figure with large horns paced the cemetery, searching for something. Find him? In here? Bah! It’ll take ages! But the boss says so. We gotta find him. But he’s a freak!  His thoughts were interrupted by another undead being. “This is the one,” she hissed, gesturing at a coffin with a tonfa. “Yay, found it!” the brutish one crowed. “Out of our way.” He shoved his companion aside. “That’s no way to treat a lady,” she scoffed. “We don’t care what you say! Only what boss says.” He brought his massive axes down on the lid of the coffin, shattering it! “Yay, smashing stuff! But we don’t like four-armed freak!” The female shook her head. “I never liked him either, but as you put it, it’s ‘what boss says’.”

She made a strange chittering noise, and several large, undead scorpions came forward. They cocked their heads to one side, their mandibles clicking together. The apparent insect whisperer made more clicking and chittering noises, gesturing wildly toward the now-desecrated sarcophagus. The scorpions inclined their heads and, using their large tails, which were equipped with a bizarre combination between a claw and a stinger, picked the stone fragments away. The figure within the sarcophagus had sickly green bones, a mask resembling a Ragnok spider, two extra arms, and four wicked-looking swords in his hands, marking him as a former warrior. One of the scorpions-- a Koto-Jaga-- struck the corpse with its stinger. Dark energy flowed through the body as it convulsed violently. With surprising agility for a long-dead being, it leapt from its coffin, letting loose a bloodcurdling battle cry! The newly resurrected warrior slashed wildly with his blades, cutting through the Koto-Jaga. He finished it off by cleaving the creature’s skull in half, causing protodermic grey matter to spill out.. The remaining Koto-Jaga gave a shriek, retreating to the area from whence they came.

The warrior took in his surroundings, crimson eyes wild. His body trembled with rage. “Don’t kill us!” the brutish one pleaded. “You’re already dead, you fool!” The four-armed warrior’s eyes narrowed.  And… so am I! Yet some strange force of nature has brought me back to life! WHO DID THIS?” He lashed out with his blades. The tonfa-wielder deftly blocked the attack, following up with a blow that knocked him to his feet. Suddenly, memories came flooding back. “Hello again, Tuyet.” The warrior’s fury subsided. “If it weren’t for the state we’re in, I’d say that it’s nice to see you again. “Nice to see you too, Kalzar,” Tuyet replied dryly. “If you call seeing the Glatorian who brutally killed you in battle ‘nice’, that is. Thanks to you, the back of my skull is missing.” Kalzar smirked. “They didn’t call me the Skull Slicer for nothing. I suppose those were the ‘good old days’.” “Hey freak, what about us?” the brutish one groaned. “Nice to see you too, Modruk,” Kalzar replied, his raspy voice filled with sarcasm. “But in all seriousness, what. The Karzahni. Is going on?!?” The (literally) bull-headed warrior, Modruk, spoke up. “Boss picked you, so we come here to make you not dead.” “I see,” Kalzar mused. “It doesn’t change the fact that it was a rude awakening. But please, do elaborate. Who exactly is ‘boss’?” Tuyet gave him a wicked smile. “Come, and you’ll see for yourself.”

“Where are you taking me?” Kalzar asked. “To the arena,” Tuyet replied curtly. “Our leader is waiting for us there.” Kalzar sharpened his jagged hookblades in anticipation. “So, he wants to test me?” he said, twirling a blade. “Exactly. Why else would he be there?” Tuyet said. Modruk grunted. “Big fight ring over there.” He pointed at the arena looming ahead. “Oh, yes.” Kalzar chuckled to himself. “Whoever this leader of ours is, he’ll rue the day he brought the Skull Slicer back from the grave.”





A big thank you to Toucan Sam for the Okotian name.



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Chapter IX




The Toa of Stone, Pohatu, was exhausted. He was only on the outskirts of Po-Wahi, but he was already running low on water. Ekimu save me, he thought. Suddenly, he saw a small figure walking toward him. It’s gotta be another mirage. I hate mirages. He kept his pace, and-- “Oof!” --he bumped into an Agori. “Sorry,” Pohatu rasped, his throat dry from dehydration. “I thought-- *cough* --you were a mirage.” “That’s understandable,” the Agori replied. “Here. You probably need this.” He handed the Toa of Stone a canteen. Pohatu took it gratefully. “Thanks.” He drank deeply. “Ah. Much better. Say, what’re you doing out here? Surely there aren’t any villages--” “There’s one a couple kios back-- my village. The place was overrun by a bunch of Skull Spiders, so I ran for it. I’m probably the only one who got out of there without one of those nasty mongrels on my face. Geez, Maku’s probably worried sick.” “Oh. Sorry about your village. I could’ve been there to help.” Pohatu’s face fell. “What with your journey and all, you were probably busy. I understand.” “Yeah, good point. Even with my Mask of Speed, I can’t be everywhere at once.” Pohatu smiled. “Thanks. What’s your name?” he asked. “The name’s Huki. I’m the best Kolhii player in all of Po-Wahi. You must be Toa Pohatu.” “Yeah, that would be me. You can just call me Pohatu. So, what’s Kolhii?”


Huki was taken aback. “What, you don’t know? Have you been living under a rock?” “No, but Nilkuu has kept me busy as of late. You know, Toa stuff.” “Oh yeah, right. That makes sense. Kolhii is a favorite pastime of the Agori around here. It’s a sport where there are two teams, and each tries to kick a large stone into the opposing team’s goal.” Pohatu’s optics widened. “Cool….” “I know, right?” Huki replied. “But we haven’t had time to play lately, due to increased Skull Spider activity. Tarahkai Nilkuu says--” Huki cleared his throat-- “‘No time for games! We must remain vigilant.’” The Stone tribe Agori said this in a surprisingly accurate imitation of the Tarahkai’s voice. “Yup, sounds like him alright,” Pohatu remarked.


They had walked over to one of Huki’s favorite spots: an oasis. “I know you don’t have a lot of time,” Huki began, “but I think you should rest up a bit before you go. It always helps me before a Kolhii match.” “Time isn’t too much of a problem,” Pohatu replied. “Mask of Speed, remember?” “Yeah.” Huki noticed the Toa of Stone’s mechanical arm. “What happened to your arm?” he asked, a bit concerned. “It got horribly mangled when I first landed here. So, I needed it amputated. But a Toa can’t exactly fight with one arm.” Pohatu chuckled. “Besides, I kinda like it! It looks cool.” The pair laughed. “Well, I’m glad that you took it in stride,” Huki replied. “You remind me of Maku.” “Who is this Maku, anyway?” Pohatu asked. “She’s um… my….” “Girlfriend?” Pohatu guessed. Huki’s face flushed. “We’re just…. friends,” he finished. “I think the look on your face says otherwise,” Pohatu teased. Their conversation was cut short when Huki shouted, “Pohatu! Behind you!”


The Toa of Stone turned to see another Agori behind him. However, he had a blue Ragnok on his face. The Agori snarled, saliva oozing from his mouth. He leapt onto Pohatu, grabbing onto his head, wrestling him for his mask.  Almost instinctively, Pohatu grabbed his assailant’s legs, causing him to lose his grip, giving him the opportunity to toss him away. Huki ran over to the Agori and attempted to remove the Ragnok from his face, but to no avail. The Agori pushed Huki out of the way, causing him to fall mask-first into the desert sand. He rolled over in time to see his attacker bearing down on him, preparing for the kill. Huki unsheathed his dagger and shoved it into the other Agori’s heartlight. He sputtered, coughing up protodermis, and collapsed, thick silver liquid flowing from his chest. Pohatu stood in shock. “You...you killed him!” he cried, aghast. Huki pushed the body aside, breathing heavily. “These days, it’s kill or be killed. He was a shambler, anyway.” “A shambler?”


“Shamblers are those who’ve had a Skull Spider controlling them for so long, that the parasite has permanently bound itself to them,” Huki explained. “Well, I’m here to make sure that it doesn’t happen anymore.” Pohatu clenched his fist. “Then go do what you came to do.” “Yeah. You know what, Huki? While I don’t agree with what ya did back there, I like you. So, I’ve got something for you.” Huki’s optics widened. “Cool, what is it?” Pohatu handed him a yellow Toa Stone. “What do I do with this?” “Keep it,” Pohatu replied with a wink. “Oh, and this.” Concentrating on the sand beneath him, Pohatu reached out with his mind and pulled out a large stone that was about a foot wide. He willed the rock to shift so that it was in the shape of a perfect sphere, and embossed with elaborate Okotian runes. He dropped it at Huki’s feet, dusting his hands off. “New Kolhii ball for ya.” Huki’s jaw dropped. “Whoa…” he breathed, impressed. “Pretty neat, huh? Now, I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta run. Nice meeting ya, Huki. Fist clank?” “Fist clank.” They gently bumped fists. “You too, Pohatu. Good luck.” “Thanks. See ya!” With that, the Toa of Stone activated his Kakama and sped away, sand flying in his wake. When the dust cleared, Huki sat there, gazing at the mysterious yellow crystal, wondering what it all meant...







Chapter X



Tuyet, Modruk, and Kalzar marched into the Arena Magna, the stadium where many Glatorian battles took place millennia ago. Even in its ruined state, it was magnificent; it was nearly half a kio wide. The floor was comprised entirely of what appeared to be hexagonal tiles, each approximately five feet in diameter. There were four entrances for fighters, one of which being the south entrance that the unlikely trio had come through. Above the north entrance, there was an elaborate balcony, atop which rested a massive throne. Seated on it was a dark-armored figure, whose bones glowed with an orange light, reminiscent of a blazing fire. He was flanked by two undead guards, each carrying a long spear. The figure spoke in a voice that chilled the bones of even the fiercest of warriors. “So,” he began, in a voice like metal scraping rock, “Not only was my… experiment with the Koto-Jaga successful, but you managed to bring one of the island’s greatest Glatorian back with you. Well done.” Tuyet knelt, and Modruk followed suit. “Thank you, Lord Kulta.” Kulta? Kalzar was shocked. No. It can’t be! “Rise,” Kulta commanded. Kalzar’s eyes narrowed. “YOU!” he spat. “Yes, me,” Kulta replied, unnaturally calm. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!? First, you forced me to fight for your entertainment, and now, you’ve given me a fate worse than death! I”LL TEAR YOU APART FOR THIS!” Kalzar screamed, brandishing his swords. Kulta raised a hand, and the enraged Glatorian was held fast by a ring of dark energy. “Save your anger. You’ll need it for my...test.” Kulta’s eyes narrowed. He clenched his fist, and the energy bindings around Kalzar tightened. “AAAGH!” Kalzar cried out in agony. “Make it stop! Please! I’ll do anything you ask!” Kulta released his grip. “Good.” The four-armed warrior crumpled to the floor. “Lash out like that again, and I’ll make it ten times more painful.” Kalzar trembled, bowing his head. “Y--yes...m--master…” “Excellent,” Kulta rasped. “Now, for my test.” He gestured toward Tuyet and Modruk. “Choose your opponent. And choose wisely.” Kalzar thought carefully about his decision. I could choose Modruk. A fighter relying on strength alone wouldn’t stand a chance against me. No, too easy. I want a challenge. Tuyet? Pfft! Oh please! I killed her myself. Far too simple. What if there’s a more difficult opponent-- a third option? Then, it dawned on him-- there was a third choice. “I choose YOU!” he shouted, pointing defiantly at his chosen opponent. Kulta laughed wickedly, his gravelly voice filled with contempt. “You, my unfortunate friend, have made the wrong choice!” The undead warlord leapt from his throne, enormous mace in hand. His feet met the floor with a thoom, the stone cracking from the impact. Kalzar twirled his swords. “Wrong choice, you say? Ha! You made the wrong choice choosing me!” He charged, his hookblades whirling about. Kulta parried the flurry of attacks easily, keeping his assailant’s swords from striking his body. Using the deadly hooks on Kalzar’s swords as leverage, he flung his opponent aside! The emerald Glatorian flew through the air, crashing to the ground with a sickening crack. Kulta chuckled. “Still defiant, are we?” he taunted. “Unngh,” Kalzar groaned in reply. Slowly, he struggled to his feet. His eyes narrowed into thin, blood-red slits. “Alright,” he growled. “It’s time for round two!” Snarling, Kalzar charged forward, arms spread. He attempted to stab inward with his four bony arms, but Kulta caught him with the head of his mace, tossing him back. Kalzar was sent flying once more, but he wasn’t about to have another crash landing. Instead, he flipped in mid-air, blades at the ready. He came down on Kulta, screaming his signature battle cry-- “Reeeeee-YAAAAAAH!” KRAKK! Kulta’s mace connected with Kalzar’s body, and the Glatorian met the floor once more with a brutal impact. He groaned in pain. Kulta laughed. “Is the mighty Skull Slicer ready to give up yet?” he taunted. Kalzar coughed, glowing green blood spewing from his mouth. He lay there, broken. Yet something still stirred in him-- the desire to fight. Using his blades to support himself, he got to his feet once more. “Give up? Me?” The warrior scoffed. “You know me, Kulta! I yield to NO ONE!” Kulta’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that.” The two combatants charged at each other. Kulta swung his mace, but Kalzar leapt into the air to avoid a devastating blow. He did a somersault over his foe, bringing his wicked blades into his back. “AGGGH!” Kulta cried. He crumpled to the floor. Kalzar sheathed his blades. “I’d put you out of your misery, but this fate is worse than death. It is a broken, twisted half-life. Besides, I can’t very well kill my own… master.” He spoke the last word grudgingly. Kulta shot out a hand of energy. “Enough.” He released his grip just as quickly as he had taken it. “I see that you are just as much of a rebel as you were thousands of years ago. Nonetheless, I gave you new life because I have use for you. You are a vicious fighter, Kalzar. Your eyes are wild with bloodlust. So, I am allowing you to harness that.” “Aaand how can I do that?” Kalzar asked dryly. “My master tells me that there are six.” “Six? Six what? Who?” “There are six warriors known as Toa. They are coming for the Mask of Creation, and to awaken its former bearer, Ekimu. We must ensure that neither happen-- by any means necessary.” Kalzar sharpened his blades. “Then these Toa shall suffer with me. Yes.. They will be broken.”




A big thank you to Toucan Sam for the Okotian name.



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