Chapter 2: Fire and Earth
The sun was bright, and a soft wind rustled the tree branches along the side of the road as he walked. He could almost feel the life around him, it wasrejuvenating, energizing, and he had an unquenchable curiosity to simply know, to understand.
Yet there’s so much I don’t understand, he thought with a slight frown. But he knew who he was, at least. Nasch, Toa of fire.
Fire. Nasch grinned, and stretched out his hand. He had not yet tested his power. Not that he had doubted its existence, but it was strange, like tryingsomething that was both old and new at the same time.
A flame erupted out of his palm, wild, blazing. He could feel the heat, but it was comfortable, soothing. Focusing his energy, he brought it down to a small,controlled beam, and held it before his face, examining it. Colors danced before his eyes: red, orange, yellow, blue, white.
Old and new, all at once.
“Hail Toa!” A voice called from the wall.
Nasch shielded his eyes in an attempt to see who was yelling at him. He was able to make out some figures; short, Matoran, he supposed. Odd, he realized. Heknew they were Matoran the same way he had known he was a Toa, or that he commanded the power of fire. Yet still, he had no tangible memories, almost as if there was an unbrechable wall that blocked out certain parts of his mind.
With a loud creak, the two massive stone gates before him began to swing open. As soon as he walked through, he was greeted by a Ta-Matoran who bowed tohim excitedly.
“Greetings Toa, we are honored to have you,” the Matoran said brightly, ushering him forward. You have come from Dathina of course. Do you bring newsthen? When can we expect reinforcements?”
Laughing, Nasch stopped, raising a hand. “I don’t have a clue what Dathina is, or what you’re talking about. Let’s start over. Where are we exactly?”
“But…” The Matoran replied confusedly, apparently at a loss for words. “You… We were told…”
“Listen,” Nasch interjected hastily, “I’m not sure who exactly you think I am. But whoever it is, I’m not.”
“I apologize Toa,” the Matoran replied, recovering his ability to form coherent sentences, “It’s just that we were supposed to receive reinforcements yesterday,so when I saw you, I naturally assumed-”
“Yes, I’m sure the Toa is quite fascinated to hear the details of your assumptions, Turik,” a voice cut smoothly across the Ta-Matoran’s explanation, “but Ibelieve I can assist him from here.
The voice belonged to an Onu-Matoran, who possessed and air of confidence and control. Walking up, he nodded to Nasch. “My name is Kyre. I am one of theSelic, personal envoys of the Turaga. Please, follow me.”
Nasch glanced awkwardly at the Ta-Matoran, who looked annoyed at the interruption. “Um, thanks,” he decided to add, before falling into step with Kyre.
“You’ll have to excuse Turik,” Kyre said with a sardonic smile. “But most of us are rather… on edge of late. As I’m sure you have gathered, we are preparing forbattle.”
“He didn’t seem too thrilled about you cutting in,” Nasch commented bluntly, amused.
The Maroran laughed. “Turik is captain of the guard, and has… a certain level of discontentment about submitting to the authority of the Selic. But we are handpicked by the Turaga to do their bidding, and therefore have a great deal of control over what goes on in the city.
“So… you said something about battle? Nasch asked.
“Oh yes, armies march upon us as we speak,” Kyre replied. “But how is it you are not aware?” He stoped, eyeing Nasch up. “The way you’re armed, you lookready for battle. Yet you obviously have no idea what’s going on. Where have you come from?”
Nasch smiled. “It’s… complicated. I have lots of questions though.”
“And I have lots of answers,” Kyre replied with his quiet, somewhat sarcastic smile. “Come, I’ll take you somewhere we can talk.”