Legends need not to be grand in order to be remembered. Likewise, places of legend do not need to be monuments to tell a story. The Amaja Nui was one such place, even though it had not been used by the elders for a while...which did not stop it from telling stories. The winds had moved the sands in the circle of stories and had shifted in a way that the black, jagged stone at its center had toppled over. Yet the six smaller stones around it still remained upright.
The figure standing at the edge of the circle studied the scenery with impassive eyes, his long cloak hanging from under his shoulder-armor moving slightly in the wind, while otherwise remaining still. It had taken one grain of sand in the end to topple the obsidian. And just like it had changed the story, even the lowliest villager could change the course of history - for good...or for ill.
And that's where we come in... the figure thought.
Just that moment a shaft of sunlight hit the Amaja circle. He glanced upward. The weather had changed in the past two days over this part of the island. Thick grey clouds had rolled in on a strong wind, bringing along heavy rainfall. The opening between the clouds above him was the first sign that the dull grey would pass soon.
His peripheral vision caught a slight movement to his right and his head snapped back down. His hand was already halfway up and about to reach for his scythe-staff. But he stopped himself and lowered it again. He looked at the other figure. He did not wear a cloak, allowing his thick armor and powerful arms to show, but his face was obscured by the shadow of a hood.
"Aparangi." he greeted the other.
"Directly going for the scythe when I arrive...or were you expecting somebody else, Tupua?" Aparangi asked.
Tupua's face remained frozen, but his eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. "No, just you. Which is precisely the reason I reached for the scythe."
"I am glad that we get along this well, brother." Aparangi replied dryly.
A strong breeze blew over the area, making trees lean and their leaves rustle. But one of the natural sounds was not like the other. The two Toa looked at each other. "She's here." Aparangi said.
From a low branch above, another armored and hooded figure dropped into the clearing. She landed on the ground with a soft thud and no other sound, before standing back to her full height. She was lithe and well-proportioned, but a closer look at her athletic form hinted at the amount of strength within her. In addition, the retractable claws on her hands and feet left no doubt that she knew how to use it as well.
She looked at the other two with a sly smile. "Brothers." she greeted them.
"Rewera." Aparangi said and nodded. Tupua continued to maintain his stoic silence. Rewera glanced back over her shoulder and gave a bird-like whistle. Behind her, what looked like a living tree-trunk began to move. However, it turned out to be another Toa, in black armour like the rest, except he was considerably larger than the others. Next to him, another, smaller shape separated itself from the shadows that had hidden them and followed.
"Kehua and I picked up Mariko on the way here." Rewera explained.
The five Toa formed up around the Amaja circle. Tupua, being the one who had called for the meeting, spoke up then. "Brothers, sister, I have called for this meeting to discuss our course of action. A necessity, since we are still here, despite Makuta's defeat. Despite the greatest shadow on the island being gone, we were not moved to another place...which can only mean one thing..."
"Obviously. Taipo is still missing. We're not done here yet." Rewera cut in. The others nodded. Aparangi took a step forward.
"Far from it, actually." he said. "And Taipo is not the only thing keeping us here. Something's happened..."