Beginnings
As I said in my PP comments, I was planning to do an epic sequel to AHC
However as none of the players have bothered to reply yet, I thought I might pique their curiosity with a bit of a teaser...
And even if you didn't play AHC and have no idea what I'm on about, you might enjoy this anyway
Fire. Ask just about about anyone and they'll tell youit's a destructive element. The element of rage. Burning, melting, all-consuming. But ask a Ta-Matoran and he'll tell you a different story. Fire is the purger. It brings as much life as water with its heat and light. And lava-fed volcanic soil is highly fertile. Which is why the Matoran of Kora-Nui where enjoying a time of prosperity. The disaster of years ago brought about a success. The ruin of Anxeria was converted to farmland, giving abundant produce. Whatever wasn't eaten was traded. Life was good...
The annual rains were coming. He could feel it. The changing currents of air were bringing with them dark clouds, laden with moisture. Good, he wouldn't have to fly out and drag them to the farmlands like last year. They stored up food, but a famine could only bring ill. Toa Hawk stood up, stretching his wings. He was at the Coastal range, watching the waves and the movement of the tides from his vantage point on a mist-shrouded rock. Very therapeutic. This was his private spot, inaccessible unless you had wings. He stood and watched a while longer as the waves ruthlessly pounded the cliffs. Hawk smiled a little. To think, water Toa were so gentle...
A flash of color
Hawk turned, sure he had seensomething that was neither bird, nor rock, nor mist. He scanned the area with his eagle-eyes. There was a labyrinth of tunnels undeneath these cliffs. Perhaps something in that network had found its way up? Perhaps if he searched telepathically?
"Hey Feather-head, done forcasting?"
Hawk rolled his eyes. Just his luck that one of the only other beings with wings on the island was a dragon-child with a supposed sense of humour. He leapt into the sky
"Gale force winds on the way Sentrek. Perhaps we could use your ego as a shield?"
They were leaving, bantering away as they did. That was both good...and bad. Good because now the Hermit didn't need to worry about being found. He sighed for the second time, and for the second time a psychodelic display was put on by his mask. That had almost given him away when Hawk had been on his perch, but there was no-one to see him this time. He shuffled back to his cave, supporting himself over the course rock with a protodermis haft. His cave was a simple dwelling, sparsely decorated with flotsam washed up by the sea. At the back there was a niche in the wall that served as a bed. It was occupied. A Toa lay there, covered in a quilt of leaves and seaweed. A water Toa, judging by the colouration. By her bedside a shelf had been cut into the wall (it was far to angular and neat to be natural). There was only one thing resting in it. A butterfly. A butterfly made entirly out of sonics...
The Tower of Honour was long gone. If the Dark Hunters and Brotherhood in their 'Shadow Alliance' hadn't gotten to it, then the volcano would have. But it had been replaced. The Tower of Hope was not only an operations hub for the Toa, but a memorial to the War of the Kanohi. Hawk alighted by the Statue of Sacrifice, in the courtyard. The Statue was made of metal, and depicted three figures. One was a noble Toa, fighting to the last against heavy odds. The other two were Dark Hunters, one a spindly monster chain-connected blades, the other was a Toa-like figure who lay defeated on the ground. Few knew the true story behind this statue...Hawk knew. He had picked up residual memories from it. He gazed into the face of the Toa, adorned by a Kaukau shaped Mask. Koname and Zeidak were old enemies. It was only right that they died together, metallified by the energies of a Nova Blast. He patted the Koname-figure on the back before heading to the Tower to hear reports of Bandits, and stragglers of the Shadow Alliance...
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