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He looks [Removed. Please do not bypass the word filter.-Nukaya]. He looks kind of evil and mutated. I know that might not have been what you were going for but I still think it looks cool. Maybe you should recolour him in Akamou(spelling) colours.

http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=5945Link to thread. Thanks for reading.Please note this is unfinished. I actually aim for around 20 full length chapters(About 200 A5 sides)

This is a non-canon tale by the way. This is a lot different to the original WaM. Please read and hopefully enjoy. If you do see some spelling or grammar mistakes, do mention them but dont base your whole review around them.So please read on:Review Topic:http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=5946EDIT: I made some massive changes to the first to chapters and am working on a third ATM 1 Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by.Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowd didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence.Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. Around him, he saw the thousands of Matoran in their seats, shocked at what they had just witnessed on the stadium floor. His eyes had changed in demonic versions of their former selves. Not so much literally, but there was something that had changed in them that made Vakama feel uneasy. There was a certain monstrousness feeling about them. No Matoran had ever seen them like this before. This was what appeared to be a new Turaga Dume; however it had been there all along, just hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike.To the Turaga, the Matoran were nothing to him but his minions. Mindless drones who would obey his every word; if he couldn’t get them to follow it by loyalty, he would use fear instead.“Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!”His voice was load and authoritative, but not so much a shout. Vakama knew Lhikan wasn’t a traitor, he just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. The crowd was silent from both the Death of their once, and the fear they had for their new Turaga.“Do you know what a Turaga is my Matoran?” He asked them. His voice echoed coldly around the silent coliseum. His back was straight but he had positioned his neck to look down at them. “A Turaga is the leader of your city. You should obey his every word without question. As leader of this city I order you to make no attempt to cross me”, He lifted his arm and pointed to the now deceased Toa Lhikan. His hand was struggling to stay up because of his age. “Toa Lhikan was not your leader, but I was his leader, and he went against me. He was a message!” The Turaga’s last sentence was a ragged shout. It made every Matoran in the crown shudder. “I assure you, the Vahki will not give up until they find every single last traitor in Metru Nui. You do not question their actions. You do not question their words. You do not, for any reason get in their way. They are your superiors”, A slight smile of satisfaction crept across the Turaga’s face. He had the Matoran where he wanted now.The coliseum emptied. Matoran’s bowed their heads in sadness. Some were crying. Some were silent, some were shouting but all knowing their hope and freedom was now gone. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed by Turaga Dume of all people. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though: That no one else would dare think differently about it. The streets of Ta-Metru were filled with sadness and hopelessness.“Vakama!” it was Nuurakh, the Ta-Metru Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?”“Home”, Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them seem more Matoran.“Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you, and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor, for what reason would the Great Turaga lie?”“Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically. His eyes were looking down at the ground as he didn’t feel up to looking Nuurakh in the eye.“Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know whom to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh, but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day would change him forever. The Vahki were no longer the approachable respectable figures they had been before he had entered the coliseum. They were too loyal to the Turaga, and not the Matoran.Vakama didn’t really know what had changed Dume, but after the Dark War the Turaga had been acting a lot more strangely. He had a lost a lot of power and respect in the war as people started to see Toa Lhikan as a greater hero and leader.“Vakama, you are aware of the new rules around the city starting from today aren’t you?”“Not really”, Vakama’s voices was emotionless. He moved the dirt around on the floor with his foot showing the grey rocky surface underneath.“Here.” Nuurakh handed out a folded piece of paper. Vakama opened it to read it:The Great City of Metru Nui: RulesAs you should have been aware, the Great City of Metru Nui is to undergo some changes in rules. These rules are as follow:1. Do not disrespect a Vahki Officer.2. Under no circumstance should you attempt to question a Vahki Officer if you commit a crime.3. Do not stay out after dark. You must return to your home when you hear the Night bell ring.Failing to comply with these rules will mean punishment decided by the Vahki officer of the Metru where the crime was committed. If the crime is serious enough or is repeated, the punishment will be decided by the Great Turaga.“Just follow the rules Vakama and you’ll be okay. I don’t see you as being the type to play up”, said Nuurakh. With that he stood up straight and walked away into the evening. The dark grey smoke from the Ta-Metru factories seemed to consume him as he walked away.Vakama was sitting with his back against the wall of one of the massive sky scrapers in Ta-Metru. It was night time but he didn’t feel like going home just yet. The night bell had rung just over an hour ago now and the sky had gone a dark orange colour. He looked in his back pack for some food to eat. Then he saw it. A brown piece of paper scrunched at the bottom.The day before Toa Lhikan disappeared he had come to see Vakama at his home. Lhikan seemed his usual self. He had his heroic posture where he would stand up straight and put his hands on his waist. He always stood like that. His voice was also unchanged as well; calm and reassuring. He was the perfect Hero. Vakama wished he could one day be a hero like Lhikan once was. He wouldn’t have really even guessed anything was wrong if Lhikan hadn’t of given him the note. Lhikan must have known something was up or he wouldn’t have given it to Vakama.Vakama reached into his backpack and grabbed the note. He pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. The touch of it was almost cloth like. Printed on the back of it was the Unity, Duty and Destiny symbol. Values which Vakama had felt were long forgotten. He straightened the note on the floor and read it:Dear Vakama,I see a lot of my young self in you. You have fire in your heart like a true Ta-Matoran. You must never doubt yourself, even when times are tough. You will be called upon for great responsibility; a responsibility that you will not think you are ready for, but trust, you are. I will one day reach the end of my destiny, but on that day, you will find yours. And when that day comes, all I need you to do is follow the stars.Toa Lhikan.Vakama looked up at the diming sky not really sure what the note was trying to tell him. The stars were coming out. He wondered if there was a message in them somehow, that Lhikan had left. He didn’t see anything unusual about them. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “Follow the stars” Vakama whispered to himself.The Great Temple was sacred to all Matoran. It was where all the Metrus met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district, Vakama’s home and Lhikan’s former. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and, Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits: some mental, some physical.They were the main inhabitants of Metru Nui. Most Matoran stuck to jobs that were popular in their Metru, although some did other jobs that didn’t belong to it. Some Matoran were destined to be Toa.Traditionally, a Toa would guard a designated Metru (generally their own). They could control great amounts of elemental energy and were able to access their mask powers through the use of their Great Kanohi. They served as fighters and protectors for Metru Nui. They were typically taller than the Matoran and Turaga. Vakama wasn’t sure if it was possible to be a Toa without being a Matoran first. He wasn’t around when Toa Lhikan was a Matoran, but he had been told many stories. Toa Lhikan had been the last Toa of Metru Nui. Its last hope.The other Toa had either died or joined the dark hunters: A top-league mercenary organization. Most of the Toa that had done this had been mutated or merged. Because of the shortage of Toa in the Dark War, against Sidorak’s Kingdom, Turaga Dume got some top scientists to create an AI/organic hybrid known as the Vahki. They were slightly shorter than the Toa and they were not as strong or powerful as them either, but their sheer strength in numbers was not to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, only six remained alive at the end of the war. They now acted as a mix between Protector and law enforcers.He walked towards the great temple in silence, making sure not to make any noises that could alert the Vahki. There were only six left, but all it took was one to notice him and he was done. It was dark now. The sky had turned beautiful purple and the stars burned brightly. He was in Ta-Metru. It was a very industrial zone and had factories of all sorts, such as masks, tools and amour. Ta Metru was also known as the unofficial capital of Metru Nui. The air there was dirty and thick, especially around the heavily industrial sites, filled with massive factories and power stations. The residential areas were dotted with massive glass towers that appeared to reach the sky. It was by no doubt the richest Metru of Metru Nui. Most people chose to walk because instead of taking transportation shoots, as they were always clogged with congestion from the huge vehicles that carried all of Ta-Metru’s exports around the city.Vakama crept through the streets of Ta-Metru, the deep purple sky reflecting off the glass of the sky scrapers. The roads were eerily quiet. Normally they would have been buzzing with life but the new rules had made it a ghost town. He heard shouting, and it was close“No please! Please! I’m not a traitor!” It was a Ta-Matoran. He was blocking the door to his apartment“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Tamehk. We have reports of you doing deals with the Dark hunters”, this was Nuurakh. His tall body towered over Tamehk like a sky scraper. Vakama was hiding behind a wall. His heart was pounding in his chest. It was so load he worried that Nuurakh would hear it.“What? And you believe that?” said Tamehk. He was still standing strongly in front of his door and looking Nuurakh directly in the eye. That didn’t stop him from shaking though.“I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Nuurakh said. He was standing straight. He wasn’t sure why the Matoran was standing in front of the door. If he wanted to go in he could just pick him up and chuck him to one side.“Oh”, Tamehk laughed. “Oh now I see it”, he changed body to a more relaxed posture . He knew he wasn’t fully in control, but he understood the situation better now. “It’s the election right?”“Tamehk, what are you talking about?” Nuurakh’s eyes were narrowed in confusion. He un-straightened his body a little bit too, it was getting late and he couldn’t really be bothered to listen to the Matoran’s excuses or conspiracy theories.“The election!” Tamehk said. “Turaga Dume doesn’t want me to win the election against Ahkmou to be his right hand man”Nuurakh genuinely didn’t know what the Matoran was going on about. The Great Turaga had told him himself that Tamehk was a traitor.“Alright, enough of this now. Come with me” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the Matoran by the wrist. Tamehk tried to resist at first but gave up when he realised he was no way near strong enough.As Nuurakh got the end of the front garden he saw Vakama running down the road away from them. “Poor Matoran. He probably believed Tamehk and went racing off out of fear. There wasn’t really much use in chasing him. It would only go on Vakama’s record and which would ruin his life. What harm could he do anyway?” Nuurakh thought.Vakama ran as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe it. This night bell was only put in place so the horrors the Vahki did stayed quiet. Matoran would here the commotion but they would never have enough evidence to make a solid case. Besides, it was almost funny the secrets people kept in fear.The Great Temple was close now. He didn’t care about the Noise he was making, he had to get there. He was panting as he wasn’t use to all this running about. The he saw it: The Great Temple. He didn’t see it often as he didn’t live or work anywhere near it. It was magnificent. The four giant towers towered over the city. Fire was lit at the top of each of them which made them look like massive torches lighting up the sky. The temple its self was a massive dome shape. Vakama didn’t know how old it was but he knew it was very over million years. It was light grey but green moss grew around it like a wild fire. The two moons hovered over either side of the temple, as if watching over it like two eyes. Around the temple was a huge lake with several bridges crossing over it. Vakama gasped in amazement.Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him back in the days of freedom and before the Dark War. He had showed him everything there. Vakama nearly began to weep at the realization that he actually was gone. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor.He lightly walked into the Great Temple and kept looking over his shoulder for fear that someone was following him. His eye darted around quickly in the dark room, fearing that something was in the shadows, ready to pounce. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. Their eyes seemed to watch him enter which made him feel safer. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel that there was some warm presence about them. The entrance room was dark and cold. Moss grew all around it and it was the same light grey stone used on the outside of temple. His footsteps echoed no matter how lightly he stepped.He turned a corner and came across a massive hallway. The sign read: Welcome to the hall of all great Toa of fire. The hallway was well light with torches. There was a dark red velvet carpet that spread the entire length of the hallway. Pressed back against the walls were statues of previous Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama looked at the statue of his former friend. He was standing in his usual hands on waist pose with his head straight looking straight ahead. Although it was made of stone his face seemed so alive. He wondered how long it would be before Dume would have this statue removed. It was horrible to see that thousands of years in the future the great and noble hero would be looked down upon. Vakama’s moment of thought was interrupted by a loud crash. Curious, he ran across the long hallway to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. The old stone wasn’t that stable any more so all it would take was someone to lean on it and “crash”. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter.“So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside because they break everything they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice”, The Po-Matoran stood there, whipping the tears of laughter away from his mask whilst still laughing.“That’s it, Onewa! I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up from the floor. His face was shaking in anger and determination. He raised his fist to punch Onewa but the Po-Matoran’s reactions were too quick and he grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face had been consumed in anger. His eyes were narrowed and pointing like daggers into the Ko-Matoran. It was almost as if he was disgusted about how the Matoran even dared do cross him.“Si’ down, Nuju”, at first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he had just witnessed made him think otherwise.“Hello there, I’m Vakama”, said Vakama. Nuju, just noticing him, gave a sigh of relief as he realised he wasn’t just about to be beaten up by Onewa.Nuju got up from the floor again and dusted himself off. He hated dirt. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it.“Nuju” He said. Onewa shook his head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. “I’m Onewa”, he said, he made an effort to straighten himself to appear taller. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially what he had just seen. The three of them heard voices and turned around. Two Matoran walked down the opposite staircase to the one Nuju had fallen down.“Wow, look at the place”, said the dark green Le-Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, ay Nokama?” he joked.“Oh, Matau”, The Dark blue Ga-Matoran shook her head but still smiled at his charm. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her eyes seemed to illuminate the room.“Oh hey look!” Matau said. “We’ve got some third wheels”. He had a huge smile on his face. Like a young Matoran on Gift-day. He leaped from one step to the other until he got to the bottom one, did a summersault and then took a little bow. Vakama wondered what was going on in his head. He seemed pretty content so he wasn’t going to judge.“I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. It felt small and light in his. He could tell she was the peaceful type.“Nokama”, she smiled and fluttered her eyelids once.“I’m Vakama”, he said, not realising he had already said it. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today, and his grief for Toa Lhikan disappeared.“Ahem.” It was Matau “and you might be?” Vakama let out and embarrassed laugh and let go of Nokama’s hand immediately.“Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. He shook his hand.Matau squinted his eyes and looked up “I know, you’ve said three times now” “I’m sorry” Vakama looked down at the floor ashamed. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”“Nice, I’m Matau”“So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran” Said Onewa“Actually, you do”. A Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour made his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly; his voice was deep but friendly. He was stocky and stood straight with his hand behind his back as if he was standing at attention. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face”. He smiled politely.“No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa in disbelief. “What about me?” Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm, hard. Whenua walked towards Onewa, grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall.“That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled.“So I take it all of you are here because of the note, right?” asked Vakama as he got out his note. The other Matoran did the same.“Why do you think Toa Lhikan sent all of us here?” Asked Nokama“Don’t ask me”, Said Onewa, rubbing his shoulder where Whenua had grabbed him. “I just want to get out of here, so can we hurry up please?”Led by Whenua, they walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It was a long walk. Vakama didn’t even realise the temple was this big. They were in what seemed to be maze of corridors yet Whenua seemed to plough through them without hesitation. The walls were made of a dark grey stone, carved like bricks. A red carpet had been laid in the middle of every corridor like the one in the hallway. The Temple was filled with giant carvings of heroic Toa, Turaga and, Matoran done by ancient Po-Matoran. Onewa gazed in amazement at all of them. Sculpting was a big part of his culture. The corridors were well lit with torches. The group kept on hearing random echoes and creeks, which was most likely because of the temples age.The six eventually got to a room with a dead end. It was a fairly small cylinder shaped room. The spaces in-between the stone bricks were laced with gold and a circular red carpet sat in the middle. A single huge light stone was placed at the centre of the ceiling. “Great!” said Matau. “The miner brought us all this way, just to find out that we took the wrong turn.”Whenua gave off a slight huff. “When will you all realize that mining has become a fairly small part of the Onu-Metru job industry? We do jobs like engineering and archiving, like myself” Whenua pushed his shoulders back and pointed to himself with his thumb.“So you’re either swinging tools when engineering or going down into deep dark scary holes when archiving. Sounds pretty much like mining to me” Said Onewa.Whenua glared at him. “So explain to me what sculpting is? Oh wait, swinging tools”,“Yeah well…” Onewa tried to speak “And how do you think you’d get those fancy rocks to sculpt with if we didn’t mine them for you?” Whenua interrupted him.“But you…” “And all the machinery you use to make you sculptures? All invented by us.”Well of co…” And let’s not forget about what most of you carve? Its ancient history, right? Well I’m pretty sure archiving plays a big part….”“Okay, okay!” said Onewa folding his arms and sighing. Whenua had won this round.“Look” Said Nuju. “None of this bickering is going to help the fact that we’re all still lost.”Whenua looked at him. A vague smile formed on his face. “Lost? You underestimated me.” He pulled back the red carpet covering the floor of the room. Vakama had never seen anything like it. It was a giant manhole, covered in wires and circuits. It was bright gold and had strange engravings scratched into it. Whenua wondered if it told a story. He studied it for a short moment. Wires were covering most of the intricate detail but he could distinctly a humanoid figure holding some sort of small halo like shape, engraved at the top of some sort of mountain whilst a battle was raging on bellow.“I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Nokama stole the words right out from Vakama’s mouth.“I…I have.” Nuju raised his hand in a way that wasn’t sure if it actually wanted to come up. It kept on moving down a little bit every time it made its journey upwards. Onewa rolled his eyes. “It’s an old Ko-Matoran manhole system. It was used centuries back as bunker doors when the Great Ice Rahi, The Komasa attacked Ko-Metru. They were both clever and strong, but neither their intelligence nor strength could overcome this lock. All Komasa eventually died out of starvation.”“So how do we open it?” asked Vakama.“You don’t. At least not from the outside.” Nuju replied. Nuju’s eyes then lit up like a fire. “There is one way we can do it, although, if I get it wrong, I could fry us all.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. To Nuju, it was just of the many possible outcome of a decision. Every decision had one.“Well then, we’re all screwed” Said Onewa. Nuju ignored him“Who is the strongest here?” he asked.“Me.” Onewa folded he arms and pushed his shoulders back. Whenua laughed and strolled slowly towards the manhole, shoving Onewa with his shoulder as he walked past.“Where do you need me?” He said.“Over there by that lever. I need you to pull it when I say go. I hope you’re strong enough, it would usually be done by a machine”, said Nuju, frantically looking at the wires on the manhole, trying to figure it out.“I am a machine”, joked Whenua. He walked over and held the lever.“Okay, Onewa. Seeing as you want to be useful you have the most important job of all!” Said Nuju.“Don’t patronise me. What do you want me to do?” Nuju didn’t answer, still looking at the wires and circuits “I said what do you want me to do? Don’t take all day about it!” said Onewa aggressively. Nuju snapped out of his concentration, looking shocked and scared for a moment. He looked at the other Matoran. They all gave him encouraging looks so Nuju chose to ignore Onewa’s immature behaviour.“If you want to help, you’ve got to stop that bar from touching the floor. It’s going to want to do that when Whenua pulls the lever. If it touches the floor we’re all going to be in bits. If you actually grew up, you’d know that I wasn’t being patronising and actually is the most important job. Got it?” Vakama was amazed how in control Nuju was over Onewa. I didn’t seem like it would normally role that way between the two of them. Onewa looked dumbfounded; his eyes were wide like a shocked energy hound pup, not used to Nuju talking back at him.“Okay man, just calm down, your embarrassing yourself” Onewa joked trying to catch everyone’s eye, but failing to get the other Matoran to laugh.“Onewa?” said Matau.“What?” Onewa shouted. He tried his “dagger eyes” on Matau but failed to get past his tough mental exterior.“Just shut up and hold the bar so we can get the Karzahni out of here”. Onewa held the bar firmly in his hands. Nuju started the count down.“Three. Two. One. GO!”Whenua stated pulling down the lever. Nuju was frantically fiddling around with the different wires. Suddenly the metal bar started to travel downwards.“Guys…guys I don’t think I can hold this. Onewa was struggling to hold the bar. If he held on, his fingers would be crushed between the bar and the floor, but if he let go, all of them would be in pieces all around the temple. A snapping noise was heard. It was Onewa’s fingers.“Nuju for Atakha’s sake turn it off!” Onewa screamed. He had his eyes closed shut so he couldn’t see his fingers breaking. Vakama didn’t know whether Nuju was ignoring him, or was just too concentrated to hear anything. A horrible scream started coming from Onewa. Vakama didn’t blame him. His fingers were literally being crushed, and slowly. Whenua looked concerned but continued to pull the lever. Everyone was covering their ears from Onewa’s screaming. Nokama was crying so Matau put his arm around her to comfort her. Although Vakama knew this was the wrong time, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.“Nuju!” Onewa shouted. Nuju was still too fixated on the wires to notice anything.“Nuju please!” Onewa was stamping his foot on the ground to grab Nuju’s attention.Vakama felt like he was going to be sick. The snapping noises weren’t stopping. The bar would go straight through his fingers if Nuju didn’t hurry up. Matau closed his eyes to avoid witnessing the horrors any longer.“Nuju!” The final shout was Whenua’sThe lever Whenua was holding shot back and the bar crushing Onewa’s finger lifted.“Done.” Said Nuju. He shook the dirt off his hands, looking at the masterpiece.“You psycho!” cried Onewa. “Could you not here me screaming?”“Of course I did” Said Nuju. “But I didn’t expect much else from the feeling of a 40 ton weight crushing down on your fingers.”“You knew this would happen?” Shouted Onewa, looking at his damaged fingers; they were all bent and crooked.“Sure I did”, said Nuju. “Don’t cry though. You want to look manly in front of all the guys don’t you?” Shock came across Onewa’s face.“W…what?” he trembled “How did you…?”Nuju smiled. The other Matoran seemed confused on what he was implying. Every one besides Onewa, that was.Onewa, Nuju and Whenua stepped off the manhole. They all took a part in lifting the manhole, whilst Onewa sat at the back of the room, tending to his broken hands.The manhole sprung open, revealing a dark spiral stair case.“Allow me” Said Matau, smiling. “I’m an expert on dark holes”.

3 The transformation had left everyone exhausted. They were out in the open in the snowy Ko-Metru forests. They sky was pitch black and the only light in miles was the camp fire the Toa had set up. Vakama used his elemental energy to light it. Every one cheered him on. It was a nice moment for him. “I don’t think its best we go home just yet” Said Nokama. “It’s late and we’re all tired. We’ll head out early tomorrow and tell the Turaga” “What makes you think we should tell Dume” said Vakama. “I mean we can exactly say Lhikan gave us these powers. We’ll be slaughtered on the spot.” “Well then who do we tell?” asked Matau. “What about the Vahki?” Nuju asked “No, the Vahki are working with the Turaga” said Vakama. He was sitting by the camp fire, shivering. “Maybe we could lie about it” suggested Whenua. “I mean it’s for the greater good right? The Turaga needs us. Most of the Vahki got nearly annihilated in the Dark War and I don’t think Sidorak will stay quiet for long. We don’t have the money right now to be constructing many new Vahki. We’re a free gift” The Toa group looked an Onewa who was sitting facing away from them. “Onewa, what do you think?” asked Matau. “Huh? Oh yeh, they’re great”. Onewa responded to them but his mind wasn’t with him. It was racing through millions of possible outcomes. That Nuju. Why did he have to make him feel like this? He should be celebrating, not worrying about what Nuju might tell the others. Matau suddenly remembered what he was going to ask Nuju. “Hey Nuju, what did you mean when you said that thing to Onewa earlier?” Nuju wasn’t really paying attention either. He looked a little upset and was sitting looking at Onewa. “Ah, it was nothing” he shrugged it off. Nuju got up and stood next to where Onewa was sitting. “Nice one Nuju.” Onewa sighed. He was looking at the floor when he said it. “Its not like you didn’t deserve it.” Nuju responded “Deserved it? For what”. Onewa’s tone was starting to get angrier. “How do you mean for what?” Do you not remember how you make me feel every day of my life when you punch me, trip me over or kick me. And the way you and your buddies make those snide remarks every time I walk past you.” Nuju was starting to get angry too. This got the attention of the other four Toa. “What goes around comes around Onewa” “C’mon man? Can’t you take a joke or something? You Ko-Matoran are so strange.” “A joke?” Nuju croaked. “You want to hear a joke guys?...” Nuju stopped. He got a hold of himself. He was being completely out of character. The thing was though, that Onewa was a bomb and he had the detonator. He could destroy Onewa with one sentence if he wanted to. He had a power he wasn’t used to and it was nothing to do with being a Toa. It was power over Onewa. It felt amazing. How the tables had turned now. But he would be Nuju if he were to be a bully. “I’m sorry Onewa, I shouldn’t have shouted” Nuju said, lowering his head. Before Nuju could react Onewa pushed him hard. “###### right you shouldn’t have you worthless piece of…”. Nuju’s fist went sailing into the side of Onewa’s head. Onewa was stunned for a second. Disorientated, he tried to punch him back but Nuju grabbed his fist. “I’m not a weak little Matoran anymore” he said. “Neither am I” Onewa used his free fist to jab into Nuju’s stomach. He grunted in pain and fell to the ground holding his stomach. As he did, he hooked his foot around Onewa’s leg, making him fall over backwards. Nuju got up to pin Onewa down. Onewa reached to the side of his leg to pull out a combat knife. “Onewa STOP!” Vakama cried. He looked at Nuju’s face which was scared to death. Then he looked at his own hands. A knife? What was he thinking? Surely he wasn’t going to use it. He wouldn’t do that would he? Onewa dropped the knife. His face was in shock. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” shouted Whenua. Everyone was scared. They knew Onewa wasn’t the nicest guy around, but to pull a blade on a team mate? Onewa didn’t know what to do. He knew he was in the wrong but to admit it would make him retaliate in anger if he did. “Onewa, with me.” said Nokama. Her voice was authoritative and in charge. She walked off to a tree and signalled Onewa to follow her. He did. “What is going on?” She asked. Nokama was a teacher. Onewa could tell she was using her teaching tactics on him. “Nothing” He didn’t mean it to but it sounded like the sort of “nothing” that was purposely trying so sound like a “something” “Well something obviously is” She held his arm with her hand. “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you” “Who says I want your help?” he hissed. “I’ve battled this by myself and I have every intention of keeping it that way”. “What are you battling, Onewa?” He knew he had let too much slip. He had always known there was something “wrong” with him. When his friends would start talking about Female Matoran he couldn’t understand it. He thought they were just over exaggerating at first so he kept quiet and played along. Then he realised he wasn’t attracted to female Matoran. He was attracted to male Matoran. How that lanky Icicle found out was beyond him although, they were known for being good observers. No one else knew, at least that he was aware of. “Listen Onewa I actually don’t care what’s wrong if you’re not going to man up and tell me. All I care about is that you don’t EVER use a knife on a team member again”. He wanted to say he was sorry, and that he felt awful for what he had done, but he just couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. “I suggest you apologise to Nuju and sort things out between you. We’re a team now Onewa!” She said. Ugh apologising. That had to be one of the top things Onewa hated to do. They both walked back to the camp fire. Every one glared at him. He didn’t really care. They could think what they liked. He went up to Nuju. “A word?” he asked. Nuju reluctantly got up and walked a small distance away from the rest of the Toa. “Listen… about the knife. I shouldn’t have done that. I guess … I’m sorry” Onewa couldn’t look Nuju in the eye. “Wow Onewa” Nuju said sarcastically. “That makes up for everything. Let’s put all those years of you making me feel like a waste of space behind us hey? Good buddy” “Listen you sarcastic piece of…” Onewa regained control of his anger. “Look I know we haven’t had the greatest of pasts, but Nokama raised a good point. We’re a team now and we’ve got to work as one. That doesn’t mean me or you have to be best friends but can we at least have a professional working relationship?” “I think that’s the first intelligent thing that’s ever come out of your mouth” Nuju sighed. “Okay he said, but nothing more” “C’mon Nuju it’s not like I fancy you.” Onewa laughed. “You think this is what it’s about?” Nuju hissed on a whisper “This is about the way you treated me, not about if you’re attracted to me. Personally I really don’t care who you are and who you are not attracted to.” “Okay Nuju, calm down it was just a joke man”. Nuju calmed down and walked back to the camp fire. It was getting light now and Onewa hadn’t had any sleep. There was no use in having any now. They would be traveling to the coliseum soon and sleep would only make him more tired. He waited for the sun to awake from its slumber. *** Vakama sat by the camp fire. Watching the tiny sparks fly off it. Every one of them looked so hopeful to stay alit, only to be extinguished. That was the story of his life. Every time he would feel independent and free, something would knock him back down again. He felt more like a dying spark than he did the fire. He knew he had to lead the Toa. It was tradition. A Toa team looked unworthy if its leader wasn’t fire-born. It was stupid, but it was important. All the responsibility of the team was on him. Nokama sat down next to him. She was even more beautiful now she was Toa. “Thanks for taking care of Onewa” he said. “It’s okay Vakama, but seriously, he’s part of your team, it shouldn’t be my job to tell him off” she said “Well you are a teacher” “That’s not the point. We are your team. We will obey your every orders” “Well then I order you to get off my back” He yelled. Nokama looked like she was going to burst into tears. “I’m sorry.” He said regretfully. “It’s fine” she said and she got up and started to walk away. “Nokama wait!” He said. She stopped for a moment before walking away. “Real smooth Vakama” It was Matau. “Do you have anything and I mean anything important to say or are you just a complete waste of space Matau?” Vakama shouted “What?” Said Matau. A little hurt. “Because it seems to me that you’re the odd ball in the group. I’m the leader, Nokama is a good negotiator, Nuju is intelligent, Onewa is one ###### of a good fighter and Whenua is extremely wise. But what are you? In what way do you benefit the team? Because right now it seems to me that you were just thrown in here by Lhikan for the sake of having a Le-Toa!” “You? A leader? Since when?” Matau spat. “The only thing you’re leading is your head up your ######” “Get out of my sight.” said Vakama, shaking with anger. Matau stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. “I SAID GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!” “Fine” Matau got up and walked away a few metres. He turned round to face the other four Toa who were watching in horror. “Thanks for having my back guys” His tone was sarcastic and bitter. He turned back and travelled off into the early hours of the morning, disappearing from sight. “Anyone else want to try talking back to me?” He croaked. No one said a word. “This whole teams falling apart” Whenua whispered to himself.

2 They walked down the long dark spiral stair case. Matau wondered if it would ever end. It was impossible to see to the bottom. He didn’t really know if that was because it was so dark or if it was because it was so deep. He wondered why Toa Lhikan had summoned them to this place. There was nothing special about him. He looked at Nokama but her eyes didn’t meet his. He dropped his head in sadness. From what he had seen of her, he really liked her. Sure, there had been other Ga-Matoran that had been prettier than her but she was a nice person to be around, she was friendly and compassionate. Matau wondered what had come over him. He always measured Ga-Matoran on looks and not personality. It was useless in feeling anything for her though. After seeing the way she looked at Vakama earlier, it was obvious she didn’t give a ###### about him. It felt like they had been walking for a millennium by the time they got to the bottom. They were in a pitch black hallway. The floor wasn’t carpeted like above. “How deep down do you think this place is?” Vakama asked “Hmmm” Whenua thought for a moment. Matau had no idea what calculations were going on his head. He didn’t really care. Did it really matter how deep they were? Vakama and his stupid questions. “I would say about 100 feet down” Whenua finally said. “It’s a rough figure but it’s a good guess” He continued. “Hey Onewa you being rather silent. That’s a nice change” Matau stated. “How long did it take you to come up with that gem Matau? Don’t fry you brain cells” Onewa responded. “Oh but, I’m fine by the way. Don’t you guys all rush at once to ask me.” “I think people would ask if they were genuinely interested” Said Matau. Onewa didn’t respond. Matau wondered what Nuju had meant when he said something to Onewa about looking manly in front of the guys. Whatever he meant it seemed to frighten the life out of Onewa. Matau would probably ask him later, although he didn’t really expect much of a lengthy response from a Ko-Matoran. They were always quite short with the sentences and didn’t really like to socialise. This was very different to the Le-Matoran who would rarely be found alone. The six of them stumbled across to passage ways. One was leading left and one was leading right. “We should split up into two groups” Vakama suggested. “Good idea” Said Matau. “Me and Nokama will quick-take the left and you guys can take the right” “Oh Matau” Nokama laughed. “You’re so funny” “It wasn’t a joke” said Matau, confused. “Let me rephrase that for her” Said Onewa. “You’re so funny how much of a pathetic loser you are by trying to get me alone in a blatantly obvious scenario.” “Onewa!” Nokama said. “Matau you know full well I didn’t mean it like that.” Matau was ready to fly-kick that stupid little Po-Matoran. ”Matau, I think it would make sense if we evened out the sides. I think Vakama should come with us” Nokama said. “Go figure” said Matau, under his breath. “What was that?” Vakama asked. Well look at superman with his supersonic hearing. I bet chicks did that stuff thought Matau. “Nothing” Matau sighed. Matau, Nokama and Vakama all took the left while the others took the right. Matau realised he may have been a little harsh on Vakama when he muttered earlier and didn’t want that to rub off on what could be a good friendship. Vakama really did seem like a nice guy and Matau wasn’t the type to hold grudges. He had already forgiven Onewa. “So uh Vakama what do you do for a living?” He asked. “I forge Kanohi.” He replied “Oh right? Did you make mine?” Asked Matau, pointing to his mask. “Maybe, it’s hard to tell” Vakama said. Matau could tell he was finding the conversation awkward. “Well whoever made it, it’s a ###### good mask.” “Probably me then” Vakama joked. They both laughed. “What about you?” He asked. “I…Wash vehicles” Matau said. He was ashamed. He knew exactly what the next question would be. He was going to ask why he didn’t fly them. “So you don’t fly them? Vakama asked “No… I didn’t pay much attention in class. I guess I paid for it.” “Well it’s never too late to retake” Said Vakama. “Well, I don’t know. Would that look a bit stupid? “Not at all” He said. “I know a few Matoran who re took their Kanohi Making class” “Maybe I’ll consider it” Matau lied. He noticed Nokama was up in front, scouting ahead. “Hey Nokama! Need a hand?” Matau shouted up to her. She put her finger on her lips to silence him. The three of them regrouped. “See anything?” Vakama asked. “Nothing. It appears we’re down here alone.” She replied “It’s funny” Vakama said. “with all that’s been going just now it’s had to believe what happened just a few hours ago.” “I know”. Said Nokama sadly. “Were you close?” “Very” Said Vakama. “And you Matau?” She asked. “Yeh, I used to talk to him a lot. But what I don’t understand it why us? Why are we so special?” “Maybe he trusted us?” suggested Vakama. “Really?” Said Matau. “I wouldn’t trust myself with anything, let alone Onewa. “Maybe its destiny” said Vakama “Destiny for what though?” asked Nokama. They carried on walking. The tunnel was poorly lit and had uneven ground, making it easy to trip. The screeches from the bats gave of a frightening echo. Nokama screamed as a group of them flew past her. With about an hour of walking the three Matoran travelled to the end of the main tunnel. Matau noticed there were three entrances. Each of the three had a light at the top. One blue, one green and one red “I take it we chose the one with our colour?” Asked Vakama rhetorically. “I don’t know man, what if it’s a trick question?” responded Matau. `Both the other Matoran looked at Matau. “What?” He asked. “One it’s not a question” Said Vakama “And two, even if it is it’s not like we can’t just walk back out and take the right path” concluded Nokama. Matau shrugged. “Well don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” Vakama laughed. “We won’t because everything will be fine” Matau walked cautiously into his designated tunnel. It was so dark he could barely see. The sound of his foot step changed and he realised he was standing not standing on rock anymore but on metal. He jumped when the lift started to travel down slowly. It took him about 10 feet down. Bellow him was a pit full of spikes. He looked at the other end of the pit where he saw something glistening and shiny. Matau looked down and then looked up. He gulped. Why was it his knees always got weak when he was at heights. Whose glorious idea was that. It’s the reverse of what was needed. Matau knew he needed to get to the other side to get the shiny thing. But how could he do that. He took a step back. It was a large dark room and it took his eyes time to adjust to the light. He then saw his path like it had illuminated before him. “There’s no way I can do this”. It would take all of his acrobatic skill to succeed. Even then he might not be able to do it. Why was he here anyway? Why was he doing this? Why was he putting his life on the line? It was ridiculous. Why were these six Matoran risking their lives to do these tests? Onewa broke his fingers for Ahtaka’s sake. Now Matau who’s biggest weight on his shoulders was getting up the right time for work was just about to attempt basically suicide. There were wooden bars symbolizing branches. The challenge had obviously been designed for a Le-Matoran. He would have to run grab one branch then use the momentum to swing to the others. He ran as fast has his legs would allow him. He jumped at the edge of the pit. Too short. The spikes went into his knees. Matau let out a scream of pain. He couldn’t believe he had failed. Something in the back of his mind told him to looked behind him. To his amazement there was a way back up. There were tiny wooden ledges that could be used as climbing grips. Using his arms he crawled to the edge of the pit. He used one of his arms to grab the first grip. Using his upper body strength he pulled his other arm to the next grip. After a few falls and failed attempts Matau finally got enough momentum to get back to the start of the test. He closed his eyes. He thought of Toa Lhikan falling to the ground and Akmoah withdrawing the blade from his head. Anger flushed though him. “I have to do this for Lhikan”. He got up. The pain surged through his legs like fire. He ran. He couldn’t even jump far enough to be impaled by the spikes again. He got up like he had before. He was tired. He thought his anger would make him stronger. Everything had failed. How useless was he? Then he remembered. A feeling. A memory but not like the angry one before. He remembered climbing the great trees of the Le-Metru jungle and falling. He remembered hurting himself badly. He then remembered a Toa. Not Lhikan. It was Toa Nidhiki. She picked him up, cleaned his wounds and told him. “To be a true Hero, you have to believe” The memory and her words stayed in his head. He got up. The pain left him. Still remembering her words he ran. He jumped then griped enough speed to get to the next wooden stick. He believed. He got to the other side. The pain surged through him again. He tried his best to keep in his tears. Limping to the shiny metal object and picking it up he stated to examine it. A door then opened to reveal five other tunnel doors leading into a room with a tomb at the end of it. The other Matoran were waiting for him. “MATAU!” Nokama screamed in joy. “You’re alive!” “###### straight. Matau said. “I’m glad you okay Matau” Vakama put his hand on Matau’s shoulder. Matau did the same. “You too buddy” He smiled. “Well this is all lovely but what do we do now” Said a bored Onewa. “Matau did you get you Key?” asked Nokama. “Key? You mean the shiny thing? Matau replied. Whenua laughed loudly. “Yes Matau, the shiny thing” He said, still chuckling. “We put all ours on that tomb over there” Said Nuju. Matau stumbled over to the tomb, his legs still causing him massive pain. Everyone else’s key had been placed in its designated slot. The only one missing was Matau’s. He placed it in there. “I’m just glad this lock doesn’t break my fingers” Huffed Onewa. The tomb opened. To everyone’s amazement it was empty. There was absolutely nothing inside it. “Wow!” said Onewa. “This was really worth becoming handicapped.” “I don’t believe this” said Vakama. “Why would Toa Lhikan do this to us?” “To test you skill and to test your courage” A familiar voice was heard. “Toa Lhikan?” asked Whenua. Not sure what to make of this crazy scenario. Lhikan didn’t look like his normal self. He was formed up of smoke. His red and gold amour was a lot less vivid than they had been before.” “You’re alive?” Asked Onewa “No Onewa, not alive. “However it is not my destiny to leave this realm just yet” He spoke in the same grand voice as he always did. His voice had the ability to calm down even the most frantic of beings. “What is your destiny then? Nokama asked, still shocked. “Dear Nokama, the end of my destiny is the start of yours” Toa Lhikan stood there for a moment, his colour becoming more vivid and his form becoming much solid. Within a few seconds the Toa was whole again. Then a bright light shone from him, getting brighter and brighter. The Matoran couldn’t help but kept looking at it. It felt like there were a thousand stars burning at once. Matau thought he was blind for a moment. His every limb felt like it was being stretched from his torso. He had never experienced pain like this and could hear the others screaming in agony. It was so loud that he couldn’t even tell if he was actually screaming. The light stopped. At fist Matau’s vision was blurry but it slowly came back. He looked at his body. It wasn’t his. He looked at the other Matoran. It wasn’t them. They weren’t Matoran, they were Toa. Wearily he got up. The pain is his legs had completely gone. “This can’t be happening” said Nuju in disbelief. The six of them looked at each other for a spilt second before bursting out laughing. It wasn’t so much funny but the disbelief of it all was hilarious to them. They were the unlikely heroes. They were Toa.

1 Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by. Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowd didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence. Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. His eyes had changed. No Matoran had ever seen them like this before. This was a new Turaga Dume, yet it was the one that had been there for so long, unnoticed. His eyes read “Now, you obey me. Now you worship me”. “Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!” His voice was loud and authoritative, but not so much a shout. It was the type of voice saying “Cross me, I and I will make you wish you were dead.” Vakama knew that Lhikan wasn’t a traitor. He just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. No one else spoke, out of both shock and fear. The coliseum emptied. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though. That no one else would dare think differently about it. “Vakama!” It was Nuurakh, the Ta-Matoran Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?” “Home” Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them look more Matoran “Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor. For what reason the Great Turaga lie?” “Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically “Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day had changed him forever. Toa Lhikan had always been a man of riddles. The last thing he had said to Vakama they day he disappeared was: “Follow the stars”. Vakama had never felt so useless. Lhikan had chosen him for something that could potentially hold Metru Nui’s fate, but instead he had fallen at the first hurdle. He looked up at the diming sky. The stars were coming out. He didn’t see anything unusual about the stars that could lead him on where to go. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “A bit cliché” thought Vakama “but it’s as good a place to start as any”. The great temple was sacred to all Matoran. It was where all the Metru’s met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district. Vakama’s home and also Lhikans old one. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits; some mental, some physical. They were the main in habitants of Metru Nui. Most Matoran stuck to jobs that were popular in their Metru, although some did other jobs that didn’t belong to it. Metru Nui was ran by one or more Turaga. At the moment there was only one Turaga which was Turaga Dume. Most Turaga were Toa at one point. Traditionally, a Toa would guard a designated Metru Generally their own) . The could control great amounts of elemental energy and were able to access their mask powers through the use of their Great Kanohi’s. They served as fighters and protectors for Metru Nui. They were typically taller than the Matoran and Turaga Vakama wasn’t sure if it was possible to be a Toa without being a Matoran first. He wasn’t around when Toa Lhikan was a Matoran, but he had been told many stories. Toa Lhikan had been the last Toa of Metru Nui. The other Toa had either died or joined the dark hunters: A top league mercenary organization. Most of the Toa that had done this had been mutated or merged. Because of the shortage of Toa in the Dark War, against Sidoraks Kingdom, Turaga Dume got some top scientists to create the Vahki. They were slightly shorter than the Toa and they were not as strong or powerful as them either, but their sheer strength in numbers was not to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, only six remained a live at the end of the war. They now acted as a mix between Toa and law enforcers. The Great Temple was the only place in Metru Nui that didn’t belong to a Metru. Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him. Vakama nearly began to weep at the thought of this memory. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor. He shiftily walked into the Great Temple. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. They watched him enter. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel their eyes were following him. He turned the corner and came across a massive Hall way full of statues of previous Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama’s observations were interrupted by a loud crash. He ran across the hall way to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter. “Hahahahahaha! So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside. Hahahahahaha! I used to think they were just sad no life, but now I realize it’s just because they would break every think they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice.” “That’s it Onewa, I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up of the floor and raised his fist to punch Onewa. Onewa’s grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face changed from happy to pure intimidating. -“Sit down, Nuju.” At first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he could see by the aggressive look on Onewa’s face and the frightfulness in Nuju’s, this was not the case. “Hello there.” Said Vakama. Nuju looked grateful for the distraction, but at the same time mad at Vakama for not intervening earlier. “I’m Vakama” Nuju got up from the floor. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it. “Nuju” He said. Onewa shook he head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. The Ko-Matoran had a strange version of the first meet, they called the handshake. They thought of it as more formal for some reason. “I’m Onewa” He said. He was confident. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially how he was with Nuju. Two Matoran walked down the opposite staircase to the one Nuju had fallen down. “Wow, look at the place”. Said the dark green Le- Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, hey Nokama?” “Oh Matau.” The Dark blue Ga-Matoran spoke. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her mask seemed to illuminate the room. “Oh hey look!” Matau spoke. “Look at all these guys!” He said excitedly. “I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. “Nokama” She introduced her self “Vakama” He responded. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today and his grieving for Toa Lhikan disappeared. “Ahem” It was Matau “and you might be?” Embarrassed, Vakama let go of Nokama’s immediately. “Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. His fist met Matau’s. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”. “Nice, I’m Matau” “So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran” “Actually, you do”. A black Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour mad his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly, his voice was deep but friendly. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude, but I like to evaluate the situation from afar”. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face” “No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa. “What about me?” Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm, hard. Whenua walked towards Onewa. Grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall. “That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled. The Six Matoran, led by Whenua, walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It wasn’t so much they didn’t have anything to say, but the shear awkwardness left every one mute. It was a long walk. Vakama didn’t even know the temple was this big. The Temple walls were made of a dark grey stone, carved like bricks. A red carpet had been laid in the middle of every corridor. The Temple was filled with giant carvings of heroic Toa, Turaga and Matoran done by ancient Po-Matoran. Onewa gazed in amazement at all of them. The corridors were well lit with torches but it still gave off an eerie vibe, especially the deeper they got. They all eventually got to a room with a dead end. “Great.” Said Matau. “The miner brought us all this way, just to find out that we took the wrong turn.” Whenua gave off a slight huff. “When will you all realize that mining has become a fairly small part of the Onu-Metru job industry? We do Jobs like engineering and archiving, like myself. “So you’re either swinging tools when engineering or going down into deep dark scary holes when archiving. Sounds pretty much like Mining to me” Said Onewa. Whenua glared at him. “So explain to me what sculpting is? Oh wait, swinging tools. And how do you think you’d get those fancy rocks to sculpt with if we didn’t mine them for you. And all the machinery you use? All invented by us. And let’s not forget about what most of you carve right? Ancient history? Well I’m pretty sure archiving plays a big part….” “Okay, okay,” said Onewa, agitated, realizing he’d been beaten. “Look” Said Nuju. “None of this bickering is going to help the fact that we’re all still lost.” Whenua looked at him. A vague smile formed on his face. “Lost?, You underestimated me” He pulled back the red carpet covering the floor of the small cylinder shaped room. Vakama had never seen anything like it. It was a giant manhole except it was covered in wires and circuits. It was bright gold in colour. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Nokama stole the words right out from Vakama’s mouth. “I…I have.” Nuju raised his hand unsurely. Onewa rolled his eyes. “It’s an old Ko-Matoran manhole system. It was used centuries back when the Great Ice Rahi, known in plural as the Komasa, single as the Komasi attacked Ko-Metru. They were both clever and strong but neither their intelligence nor strength could overcome this lock. The Komasa eventually died of starvation.” “So how do we open it?” asked Vakama. “You don’t. At least not from the outside.” Nuju replied. Nuju’s eyes then lit up. “There is one way we can do it. If I get it wrong though, I could fry us all.” “Well then, we’re all screwed” Said Onewa. Nuju ignored him “Who is the strongest here?” he asked. “Me.” said a Confident Onewa. Whenua laughed and walked towards the manhole, shoving Onewa with his shoulder as he walked past. “Where do you need me?” He said. “Over there by that lever. I need you to pull it when I say go. I hope you’re strong enough, it would usually be done by a machine”. Said Nuju. “I am a Machine” joked Whenua. He walked over and held the lever. “Okay Onewa. Seeing as you want to be useful you have the most important job of all” Said Nuju. “Don’t patronise me. What do you want me to do?” There was a silence “I said what do you want me to do? Don’t take all day about it!” said Onewa aggressively. Nuju looked shocked and scared for a moment. He looked at the other Matoran. They all gave him encouraging looks so Nuju chose to ignore Onewa’s immature behaviour. “If you want to help you’ve got to stop that bar from touching the floor. It’s going to want to do that when Whenua pulls the lever. If it touches the floor we’re all going to be in bits. If you actually grew up, you’d know that I wasn’t being patronising and actually is the most important job. Got it?” Vakama was amazed how angry and in charge Nuju was. Onewa looked dumbfounded, not used to Nuju talking back at him. “Okay man , just calm down, your embarrassing yourself” Onewa joked nervously, failing to get the other Matoran to laugh. “Onewa?” Said Matau. “What?!” “Just shut up and hold the bar so we can get the Karzhani”. Onewa held the bar firmly in his hands. Nuju started the count down. “Three, two, one, GO!” Whenua stated pulling down the lever. Nuju was frantically fiddling around with the different wires. Suddenly the metal bar started to travel down. “Guys…guys I don’t think I can hold this. NUJU FOR GOD SAKE, MAKE IT STOP!” Vakama didn’t know whether Nuju was ignoring him or was just too concentrated to hear anything. A horrible scream started coming from Onewa. Vakama didn’t blame him. His fingers were literally being crushed. Slowly. Whenua looked concerned but continued to pull the lever. Everyone was covering their ears from Onewa’s screaming. Nokama was crying so Matau put his arm around her to comfort her. Although Vakama knew this was the wrong time, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. “NUJU!” Vakama shouted. The lever Whenua was holding shot back and the bar crushing Onewa’s finger lifted. “Done.” Said Nuju proudly. “You psycho!” Cried Onewa. “Could you not here me screaming?” “Of course I did” Said Nuju. “But I didn’t expect much else from a feeling like a 40 ton weight crushing down on your fingers.” “You knew this would happen?!” Shouted Onewa. “Sure I did.” Said Nuju. “ Don’t cry though. You want to look manly in front of all the guys don’t you?”. A shock came across Onewa’s face. “W…what?” He trembled “How did you…?” Nuju smiled. The other Matoran seemed confused on what he was implying. Every one besides Onewa, that was. The three of them stood of the manhole. Every one helped lift it, except Onewa because of his broken fingers. “Allow me” Said Matau smiling. “I’m an expert on dark holes”.

I am just about to put the first three chapters onto my blog. I made a few tweaks to my sample from chapter 1 as well. I think I got every typo as grammar mistake. Hope you enjoy. Please read and respond if you have the time. Removed. -Do not bypass the filter. -Kohaku

We all love a bit of bromance in Bionicle. But what is your favorite? Mine has to be Matau and Vakama. I love the witty remarks Matau comes out with and how angry Vakama gets. But then Matau practically saves him from the Hordika venom. Great twosome if you ask me. What your favorite?

I would.

Im so glad Greg did all of the Metru Nui stuff. Call me mad but i think it was best story ark out of all of them.Metru nui?! youve gone mad! haha, just kidding. While i wasnt a huge metru nui fan, the metru nui based books voyage of fear and time trap (both bridge stories) were easily someof my favorites. Greg did a good job expanding. He also did a very good job during the visorak/2005 story line too. the books were very good and set the eerie abandoned city mood quite well!I dont know. I really liked the 2005 sets. Besides the arms of the Hordika. They sucked

Im so glad Greg did all of the Metru Nui stuff. Call me mad but i think it was best story ark out of all of them.

Are you telling me you don't have invisible pockets? I'm kidding lol. In all seriousness though, In the films they seem to have invisible pockets with near infinite amount of storage.

Can you tell me what words I have miss slept. Also whit the italics bit, did I do all of it on italics? I can never seem to tell Im something is in italics if look hard enough.Im glad you think its improved. Thanks for reading. I probably wont release until have a few more chapters done. Seeing as I dont want to double post I will respond to BioGio as well. I guess I will remove them from the text. The last thing i want to do is ruin it for the reader. I thank you for reading to

Ive seen it done in other books such as Paddy Clarke. I just figured it makes it easier to read. I know it does me. I am probably going to keep in in as they help me tell who's talking. I will remove them if it makes it harder to read for you. Although its an unusual format it is a real one

I know I said I would do a lot of the story before I showed this but this is just a little sample. I just wanted to know what people thought of the change. I personally think there is a massive improvement. Read Chapter 1 from the old one on then then this and I will think you will find a big difference in quality. For those of you wanting action then I cant really do much in this little sample. This isn't really an action Novel. its more about the characters stories. There will be action though, don't worry.H however if the characters dont keep you interested enough then either Im a bad writer or this isnt the book for you. You will also find the chapters to hopefully be longer so that's normally good. Please give feed back. Good or bad. For more info click on my first entry and/or "rinse and repeat". You will find all info out there. Dont complain its not canon. Okay here goes. I really felt as if I gave it my all for this. That doesnt mean its amazing but it does mean its the best of my current ability. Hope you enjoy. "Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by. Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowed didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence. Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. His eyes had changed. No Matoran had ever seen them like this. This was a new Turaga Dume, yet it was the one that had been there for so long. Unnoticed. His eyes read “Now, you obey me. Now you worship me”. -“Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!” His voice was loud and authoritative, but not so much a shout. It was the type of voice saying “Cross me, I and I will make you wish you were dead.” Vakama knew that Lhikan wasn’t a traitor. He just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. No one else spoke. Out of both shock and fear. The coliseum emptied. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though. That no one else would dare think differently. -“Vakama!” It was Nuurakh, the Ta-Matoran Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?” -“Home” Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them look more Matoran -“Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor. For what reason the Great Turaga lie?” -“Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically -“Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day had changed him forever. Toa Lhikan had always been a man of riddles. The last thing he had said to Vakama they day he disappeared was “Follow the stars”. Vakama had never felt so useless. Lhikan had chosen him for something that could potentially hold Metru Nui’s fate but instead he was stuck at the first hurdle. He looked up at the diming sky. The stars were coming out. He didn’t see anything unusual about the stars that could lead him on where to go. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “A bit cliché” thought Vakama “but it’s as good a place to start as any”. The great temple was sacred to all Matoran’s. It was where all the Metru’s met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district. Vakama’s home. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits; some mental, some physical. They were the main inhabitants of Metru Nui doing different jobs around the city. The Great Temple was the only place in Metru Nui that didn’t belong to a Metru. Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him. Vakama nearly began to weep at the thought of this memory. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor. He shiftily walked into the Great Temple. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. They watched him enter. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel their eyes were following him. He turned the corner and came across a massive Hall way full of statues of Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama’s observations were interrupted by a loud crash. He ran across the hall way to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter. -“Hahahahahaha! So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside. Hahahahahaha! I used to think they were just sad no life, but now I realize it’s just because they would break every think they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice.” -“That’s it Onewa, I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up of the floor and raised his fist to punch Onewa. Onewa’s grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face changed from happy to pure intimidating. -“Sit down, Nuju.” At first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he could see by the aggressive look on Onewa’s face and the frightfulness in Nuju’s, this was not the case. -“Hello there.” Said Vakama. Nuju looked grateful for the distraction, but at the same time mad at Vakama for not intervening earlier. -“I’m Vakama” Nuju got up from the floor. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it. -“Nuju” He said. Onewa shook he head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. The Ko-Metru had a strange version of the first meet, the called the handshake. They thought of it as more formal for some reason. -“I’m Onewa” He said. He was confident. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially how he was with Nuju. -“Wow, look at the place”. It was a dark green Le- Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, hey Nokama?” -“Oh Matau.” The Dark blue Ga-Matoran spoke. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her mask seemed to illuminate the room. -“Oh hey look!” Matau spoke. “Look at all these guys!” He said excitedly. -“I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today and grieving for Toa Lhikan disappeared. -“Ahem” It was Matau “and you might be?” . Vakama’s hand let go of Nokama’s immediately. -“Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. His fist met Matau’s. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”. -“So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran” -“Actually, you do”. A black Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour mad his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly, his voice was deep but friendly. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude, but I like to evaluate the situation from afar”. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face” -“No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa. “What about me?”. Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm. Whenua walked towards Onewa. Grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall. -“That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled. The Six Matoran walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It wasn’t so much they didn’t have anything to say, but the shear awkwardness left every one mute." Please leave feed back and thanks for reading.

I read tale of the toa years ago. Should I just go directly onto Greg's books or read thee first 3 first?Nothing important happens in the first 3 that hasn't also appeared a zillion times in other Bionicle media. But if you missed the comics and stuff, you might want to start from the beginning.yea, if you really wanna know the story of the first book atleast, skip it and play the mata nui online game from 2001! its alot more entertainong, and you can share in the nostalgia that we die-hard fans all know and love. haha but in all seriousness, the first 3 book stories and years for that matter are pretty simple. unlike the later bionicle story, things like comics and flash videos can tell the story pretty much just as well as a bookOkay, thanks man!

If Im doing by if I know you then 5/5

Thanks Taipu. Im glad you think this is the best idea. Thanks for critic-ing all of my previous chapters. I was at the point of giving it up but that would be ridiculous to let a good story line(IMO) go to waste. Im glad youre kind of interested in it. Hopefully I will gather a few more followers as time goes by but whatever. Thanks man.

I read tale of the toa years ago. Should I just go directly onto Greg's books or read thee first 3 first?

For the little of you that have been following my Bionicle epic I have some news about it. I am going to totally get rid of every thing that has been done. Granted there isn't much but I feel like this needs to be done. I wouldn't say what I have done is bad. i have some very good ideas but it is going to take time to put them on paper. I want to actually take pride in my work, rather than just throwing something together for the sake of the story getting out there. The basis of the plot will be very similar but I have taken into account a lot of things the amazing people that have taken the time to read and comment have said. I feel as if the first few paragraphs were nice and poetic but then it just trailed off. Bare in mind I am writing this as if you guys have never heard of Bionicle before so don't be mad if I go over stuff you already know. If I ever do release it to other forums then i want it to be accessible. To be honest, when I read my work back, all i get is "This is okay, but you can do so much better." and I dont think you should ever feel like that about your own work. I'm no professional, so don't expect this next one to be perfect. However, do expect it to be at the top of my current ability. If you do comment on it don't be afraid to say "This part is really bad becuase... I think you could make this better by..." It really does help. i cant learn any other way. Thanks for reading this. I will also write a fair chunk of the story before I release it so you can really get the gist of the plot. I hope you stay tuned. Please put in the comments what you think about this Idea. Thanks so much the people that commented on my previous chapters. Of any one could still comment on them, that would be great, so i know good things to do for nest time. -Sam-

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It would need to have some sort of romance to keep in interesting. Even if was just Matau flirting with Nokama for the first few seasons. It would have to develope though. Dont forget, a lot of people have grown up now so Romance wouldn't be a bad thing. I think it should be aimed at about 13+ to make it decent. Otherwise i can just see it becoming extremely corny.I would also want decent enemies like the Makuta.

I'm 16. I never really got massively into the Bionicle story but I always wanted too. i have tried the comics but I read the first book years ago and I realized they missed a fair bit out. I often find books the best way to learn a story any way. So how are they to read. Would they be to childish for my age. How are they written? I'm not expecting Shakespeare but I don't want it to be difficult to read becuase its so bad. Can any one help me please?Thanks for reading.

What about the Mask of Creation? Did any on ever have the three legendary Kanohi at once(Time, Creation and Life)

That, would have been the best thing ever if it happened. But then I'm not sure the smaller matoran sets would work as well then, because then you'd have 12 matoran? A plotline made up of purely Matoran might not be as good. I mean how would any Matoran, vehicles or not, be able to deal with Vezon and Kardas?May have to MOC those matoran and vehicles though. Maybe the bike cold have the option for two seats.So the main sets with the bike would be the toa Ignika.Then you could have Kupara, Macku, Tamaru, Hafu, Kopeke and Onepu as small sets to put on the back of the bikes. A similar feature to 2008