This is extremely late, but here it is. I wrote about a small mishap which occurred sometime between 2001 and 2002's story. Enjoy! Pohatu looked around the cave, admiring the work that he and his brothers had finished on that chilly winter morning. “Look’s good!” he beamed as he turned to Kopaka. Kopaka, who was leaning against a wall of the cave, scoffed. “I still don’t see how emptying out a late Matoran’s laboratory is part of our duty. “ The toa of stone shrugged; his friend did have a point. To be honest, Pohatu would rather be playing kohlii with the Matoran of his village than cleaning out the mysterious cave which he had discovered near the mountains. The laboratory was packed with knick-knacks, skeletons of small rahi, and different contraptions of unknown origin, along with a journal of sketches with the enigmatic name “Mavrah” etched out on the front. He had, of course, consulted his Turaga about it, but Onewa had hastily labeled the grotto as the product of some insane Matoran scientist, and nothing more. Almost as an after-thought, he had ordered all of the contents of the laboratory to be dumped into the sea. Pohatu had enlisted the help of Kopaka and Lewa in emptying the cave. Speaking of Lewa… “Lewa! All of the crates are outside! Where are you?” Pohatu shouted, his voice echoing off of the cave walls. There was no answer. Pohatu grabbed his lightstone and started traveling deeper into the cave. “Lewa, are you down here?” Still no answer. “Lewa, this is no time for jokes! Are you down there or not?” Finally, he heard the toa of air’s cheery voice calling up towards him. “Pohatu, check this out!!!” Pohatu raced down the catacombs, following Lewa’s voice. Kopaka fell in step close behind him. The two toa knew that if Lewa was this excited, there was no telling what atrocities might occur within the next twenty minutes. Pohatu and Kopaka found Lewa staring at a strange device made of wood and metal. It was connected to a comically oversized disk which spanned over the three toa like a giant shower head. Gears and a crank were attached to the small box, as well as three buttons and a smaller disk sprouting out of the side. Lewa grinned from one side of his mask to the other. “Brother-friends, check this out! I walk-searched down this tunnel and I found this strange-weird machine! And then I quick-turned the crank, and then… then… well, watch-look!” Pohatu shot a glance at Kopaka, who shook his head. “Lewa, don’t touch that.” Kopaka muttered. “Don’t- what are you doing? No. No. Put your hand down. Look with your—“ But Lewa was already turning the crank. “Brother-friends, the crank makes a sing-song happy noise!” Sure enough, the machine let out a series of notes in a song, almost as if it were a giant musical box. Mavrah sure did have a sense of humor, that’s for sure. “Ok, great. Can we please get rid of it now?” Pohatu asked kindly. “Fine, you’re right. I guess it’s nothing but an old-bone, bog-foot song-box.” As Lewa walked away from the machine, he brushed up against the three-button control panel. “Oh, poop-crud.” He muttered as the machine began to hum, vibrate, and beep. “Everybody out of here! Quick-Fast!!!” The three toa did not have time to sprint out of the room before the corridor lit up with an eerie green light, and to their terror, they were all engulfed by a choking, thick mist. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Pohatu slowly opened his orange eyes. Was he dead? No, he knew he wasn’t. He hurt too much to be dead. He was lying on the cave floor, his arm twisted in a painful position. The roof of the cavern hung far above him, and as he looked around, he could see that the chamber was much, much bigger then it had initially been. Was it possible that he had been moved? Kopaka and Lewa were both sprawled out next to him. Overcome with worry for his friends, Pohatu skootched over and shook Kopaka with his good arm. “Kopaka? Are you okay?” The white toa’s eyes opened slowly. “Wha- where are we?” Pohatu shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re in a different chamber. Look around.” Kopaka sat up and pivoted his head, scanning the room. “What the Fikou?” He muttered to himself. “Pohatu, this is the same room.” Lewa, who was just rubbing his eyes as he awoke, stared at Kopaka in disbelief. “What do you mean-say? This is a big-huge room-cave, and we were just in a tiny-small cramp-cavern.” Kopaka pointed towards four wooden pillars about 100 meters away. “Do you know what this is?” Lewa shook his head. “I dunno.” “Look up. What do you see?” “The ceiling.” Pohatu said. “Just the plain old…” He trailed off. No cave roof should be that smooth. “That’s the disk. Remember? The one on the roof? And those pillars are the table legs.” Kopaka furrowed his brow. “Alright, but how do you account-explain for the big-size of the room?” Lewa raised an eyebrow. “Simple.” Kopaka muttered. “The room didn’t grow. We shrunk.” Stay tuned for more!!! See yall soon.