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Chapter 6 - The Tale of Saku “Many years ago, I traveled from Koro to Koro, telling legends and stories to anyone who was willing to listen,” Illum spoke softly, letting his smooth voice flow like water. “I spent much of my free time searching for new and exciting stories, but sometimes, the best tales are not the newest, but the old ones, long forgotten.” Takua stared at the timeworn pages. The story was old, that much he could tell. Its script was barely legible, but Illum knew the words. The Onu-Matoran smiled and motioned for Takua to read along as he started to recite the tale from memory. “Long ago, in the time when time had just begun, Makuta hid in an abandoned cave by the water’s edge. He had recently suffered defeat at the hands of the Seventh Toa, and so he was very weak. Slowly, as he shunned the rest of the world, he began to nurse himself back to health. But Mata Nui soon found him, and he cowered in fear at his brother’s presence, for he knew Mata Nui would be angry with him for his schemes. But Mata Nui had not come to fight. ‘Do not be afraid, my brother,’ he said. ‘I only wish to make amends for what has been done.’ Makuta sneered at him, as he was still bitter about his defeat. ‘You wish for peace? After what your Toa have done to me?’ Mata Nui was saddened by his brother’s response, but still he tried to reason with him. ‘We cannot fight for eternity. The Matoran should have the right to their own destiny,’ he replied. Makuta was cunning, and so he thought of a plan. ‘We can have peace when we are equal,’ he said. ‘You have brave Toa that fight for you, but I am weak, and alone in my darkness.’ Mata Nui was reluctant at first, as he knew his brother was plotting against him. But he also knew that Makuta always kept his word, and he was very tired of fighting. And so he called to Toa back to him, so that the Matoran would know peace. ‘But one should remain, so that the Matoran will have a guide,’ Mata Nui said. He chose the Toa of Light for this task, for he represented Mata Nui well. But Makuta did not agree with this, and he argued with his brother over the decision. If Mata Nui was to have a champion, then so should he. Mata Nui accepted this after some thought, for he knew that neither light nor dark could exist without the presence of the other. He fashioned an Eighth Toa from the clouds, and named him Saku, the Toa of Shadow. The two brothers agreed that while they would have peace, the Toa of Light and the Toa of Shadow would represent their presence among the Matoran. Mata Nui placed Saku on the earth, and called Takanuva to him. ‘Be warned,’ Mata Nui told them. ‘While you may be enemies, you share the same fate. There is light and dark in both of you, and you cannot exist without the other. You must work together to guide the Matoran. That is your destiny.’ And so Mata Nui departed, leaving the Toa to the earth. But while Takanuva was welcomed and celebrated by the Matoran, Saku was shunned. The Matoran feared his darkness, and soon he found himself wandering the lands alone. No being wished to accompany him, for surely a Toa of Shadow could not be trusted. Frustrated and lonely, Saku called up to Mata Nui. ‘Why am I to suffer like this? What have I done to deserve this fate?’ But Mata Nui didn’t answer, for he was far away and could not hear. Alone, Saku wandered the lands until he found his way to an abandoned cave by the water’s edge. Here, he met Makuta, for the being had been watching him for a long time. ‘Why have Mata Nui and the Matoran abandoned me?’ Saku asked Makuta, for he was the only one left who would listen. And Makuta welcomed him with open arms. ‘Do not worry about them, my child. You are with me now. That is your destiny.’ Takua met Illum’s gaze as he finished the tale. There was silence for a few moments, until Takua spoke up. “What are you trying to say?” “There are two sides to every story,” Illum said plainly. “Don’t dismiss the other side as false until you have seen it for what it truly is.” “Saku’s the reason I lost her in the first place,” Takua spoke as calmly as he could, but his frustration was starting to show. “I don’t care what made him the way he is, I’m not going to try and befriend him.” “Sometimes we have to do things we don’t entirely agree with, but we do them anyway because we must,” Illum said solemnly. “If you can find another way, by all means, take it. But I won’t be able to help you.” Takua bit his lip, trying to weigh his thoughts and emotions. He didn’t know what to do. He hated the thought of even speaking to Saku, but he doubted he would be able to find another way. “If I am to speak freely,” Illum said, drawing back Takua’s attention. “I must admit that I have issues of my own I would like to discuss with you.” Takua looked at him, puzzled. “Like what?” Illum walked over to the apothecary’s table, and opened one of its drawers. He pulled out a cylindrical object wrapped in grey cloth, and presented it to Takua. “Do you know what this is?” he said as he gingerly unwrapped it. Takua stared as Illum revealed a glass cylinder, sealed with iron on both ends. Illum brought it into the light and Takua gasped. Inside was a swirling grey-green gas, and Takua’s mind brought him back to The Great Takea inn, where he had first seen the fumes. It was the same gas that the Kryll used, the same gas that caused the Madness. Takua took a few steps back, but didn’t answer the question. “It’s the essence of Makuta,” Illum said quietly. “It infects us; controls us; submits us to the will of his darkness.” “How did you get that?” “One of my spies managed to pluck it from a camp of Kryll. I’ve been studying it, and them. They carry it on ships from across the sea, from the lands of the Eastern Continent. That’s where they come from. That’s where their true power lies.” “The Eastern Continent?” Illum nodded. “It’s a grand and dangerous place, unknown to most Matoran. The Kryll have a temple there, a shining white tower, built by great and powerful beings. That’s where this gas comes from,” Illum paused, delicately holding the cylinder in his hands, caressing its glass face. “That’s where Makuta resides.” Takua remembered the vision he had seen in the Motara desert. The heartbeat, Talim’s voice, and the shining white tower…was it the same one that Illum spoke of now? He watched as Illum talked, unsure how to act. His demeanor worried him. He seemed transfixed by the gas. The Onu-Matoran gazed at it, almost longingly. “The legends say that Makuta once infected our masks with creatures called Kraata. Perhaps, without the Atouri, he is too weak to create them, but for whatever reason his minions now use this gas.” He paused for a moment to stare at it, and Takua could see the green light reflected in his eyes. “But it isn’t perfect,” Illum continued. “Too little will have no effect, too much can outright kill us.” Illum stared at the swirling gas, safely contained in its canister. “But I have been told that this amount is perfect. The amount in this canister will infect a Matoran in minutes.” “How do you know all this?” Takua asked, a bit worried. Illum snapped out of his trance and walked back to the table. “I have many little birds that sing in my ear. Information is the key to victory, Takua. Remember that.” “I’ll try my best.” Illum sighed and turned the canister over in his hands, inspecting its surface. “You see, I don’t believe that we should be taking the Atouri to Ga-Koro.” Takua was shocked. “What are you talking about? Why?” “Why does Makuta help them?” Illum asked Takua. “The Kryll, that is. Think about it: why does their god play an active role in their destiny, when ours is seemingly absent? Where is Mata Nui to help us?” Takua squinted his eyes, trying to figure out where Illum was going with this. He drummed his fingers nervously. “Mata Nui sent us the Toa…” “Did he though?” Illum probed. “What proof do we have? The Toa are real, yes, but who sent them? The Kryll have the very essence of Makuta! We just have legends, and stories.” Takua couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Illum’s words slowly slipped farther and farther away from what he believed, and it was all he could do to try and talk him back. “We have the Toa. We have the Wall of History, we have…” he trailed off, realizing that none of these things would offer the proof Illum was looking for. “I don’t know. We have faith.” Illum reached over to the desk and pointed at the book he had read earlier. “It says it right here, ‘Mata Nui departed, leaving the Toa to the earth.’ How are we to fight against a god of darkness, when we have no god of our own? What if the prophesies are wrong? What if, when the Toa unite their powers at Ga-Koro, it summons something we didn’t expect? Something that may have the power to destroy the Atouri, but not the will to do so? We could be walking toward our doom!” Takua didn’t know what he could say. “And what would you have us do?” “We can keep it here,” Illum clutched the canister as he tried to persuade Takua. “These walls are thick, the doors are strong. No one can penetrate this city’s defenses. I can make sure it would be safe.” The thought set him off more than he expected. “Safe?” he spat out, allowing his frustration to get the better of him. “How do you expect to be able to look after the Atouri when you can’t even look after your own people?” He motioned to the room’s only window, overlooking the city. “I saw it when we first came here. The spectacle you showed us was great, I’ll admit it, but I saw past that. There are homeless and starving Matoran in your streets!” he stared for a moment, and as Illum stared back, the realization sunk in. “And you know it, don’t you?” “If leaders didn’t have to make sacrifices, anyone could do it.” “What sacrifices have you made!? You live in a palace! You threw a party for your own coronation!” “Moral sacrifices!” Illum yelled, losing his composure. “I am a good Matoran, but if I have to give that up to ensure my people’s safety, by Mata Nui I will do so!” Takua looked on as Illum slowly regained his poise, and suddenly it all clicked. The reason he had shown them such a spectacle on their arrival, his insistence on seeing both sides of a story, even the way Illum looked at the canister: it all made sense now. “It was you,” he backed towards the door. “The one you warned me about in Ko-Koro. You said you thought it was Kokani, but it was you all along.” Illum advanced as Takua retreated. “Takua, please don’t make this to be what it’s not.” “You’ve been feeding them information. The Turaga’s ideas, their plans, their…their…” he lost his train of thought as he finally understood it all. “For what? Did they promise they’d leave Onu-Koro alone? Did they promise to make you Turaga!?” his eyes widened as the feeling of broken trust and betrayal filled him up. “You’re the reason Saku knew about the plan in Le-Koro,” he shook his head, overcome with emotion. “You’re the reason Matau is dead!” “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen!” “Get back!” Takua drew his sword and pointed it at Illum as he tried to advance. “I’m leaving this city, and I’m taking my friends with me.” “Takua, please…” “And you can’t convince me otherwise.” “Very well,” Illum stood silent for a moment. He clutched the canister in his hands, slowly turning it in his palms. “Maybe I can't,” he looked up at Takua, and narrowed his eyes as his voice grew deeper. “But perhaps the Makuta can.” With a flash of his arm, Illum threw the canister, and it smashed into Takua’s mask faster than he could react. The glass shattered on impact and the gas inside escaped, billowing around him as it forced its way into his lungs.

Chapter 5 - Answers and Questions Takua followed Illum into the room, and was quite impressed with what he saw. Bookshelves packed with ancient tomes lined the walls, and here and there was a mahogany desk, perfect for studying the antique books. In the far corner was an apothecary’s table, surrounded with jars of various herbs and roots. A cluster of lightstones in the middle of the ceiling dimly lit the study, just bright enough to facilitate enlightened thought. It smelled like old paper, and Takua could almost feel all the valuable discoveries that had been made in this room. “Welcome to Turaga Whenua’s study,” Illum said plainly. “Well, I suppose it’s my study now, isn’t it?” Takua couldn’t help but to brush his fingers against the spines of a few of the books. The old leather felt comforting against his fingers, and it reminded him of Turaga Matau’s home. “It’s very beautiful,” he replied. “So,” Illum turned around to face Takua. “What is it that you wanted to ask me?” “Well,” Takua paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to say it. “I lost a lot in Le-Koro, including a good friend of mine.” Illum looked at the ground. “That must have been horrible for you.” “But, from what I’ve heard, she’s not really gone.” Illum’s eyes twinkled. “She’s lost her spirit, hasn’t she?” Takua looked at him, a bit taken aback. “Yeah…how did you know that?” “It’s happened before, but only to those who are strong,” Illum said. “Leaders, brave warriors, great thinkers; any who are deemed worthy are often spared the release of death by the Toa of Shadow.” Takua looked down at his hands, inadvertently playing with the leather on his new sword. “These Matoran…they lose all color in their masks?” Illum nodded, and he continued on. “And they speak one word, over and over…” “Takua.” Takua looked at Illum, suddenly extremely anxious to learn what the Matoran knew. “Why do they say my name?” Illum shrugged and turned to look at the table in the corner. “No one knows, I’m afraid. Perhaps it is because you hold the Atouri. Perhaps it is not your name at all, but that of the Seventh Toa’s, of whom may have the power to restore their spirits.” He paused. “Or perhaps it is because you have a larger part to play in all of this than either of us know.” Takua stared at Illum, trying to figure out what he could take away from that. Then, “Please tell me the truth. Can you ever bring someone back from that state?” Illum took a deep breath. “Yes.” “How?” “You would have to enter the void. Become one with the Makuta. Reach out into the blackness, take her hand, and pull her spirit back from the brink of chaos.” Takua gazed at the books as he thought for a second. So he finally had an answer, but it wasn’t one that he wanted to hear. He gripped the handle of his blade, lost in thought and frustration. Finally, he looked back to Illum. “How am I supposed to do that?” he sighed, letting his arms fall loosely to his sides. “I’m just a Matoran.” “That’s a question for beings greater than I.” “Beings like Saku?” “Possibly,” Illum shrugged. “Or Makuta himself. Or maybe there are other beings of darkness that are unknown to us. But knowing Saku, and knowing the journey you still have to make, he seems like the most approachable option.” Takua rolled his eyes. “Right.” Illum chuckled. “Takua, I have studied much in my lifetime. I don’t believe in blindly following any particular view, no matter whose teachings they may be.” He paused, searching along the shelves of books until he pulled out the one he wanted. “There is more to the Toa of Shadow than you think.” “…what do you mean?” There was a soft thump as Illum placed the leather-bound book on one of the desks. “Like I said, I try to see all points of view before I make any of my decisions, but in order to do this one must be very well-informed.” He thumbed through the pages until he found the one he was looking for. “The Prophesy states that when the time is right, six beings will unite their powers and summon a seventh, of whom will have the power to destroy the Atouri.” Takua nodded in agreement. “Naturally, we assume these six beings are the Toa, and the seventh is the Toa of Light.” He nodded to the Atouri, dangling around Takua’s neck. “It only makes sense that such a powerful artifact of darkness can only be destroyed by an equally powerful being of light, but…” he turned the book around so that Takua could read it. “What if we’re wrong?” Furrowing his brow in worriment and confusion, Takua stepped closer so that he could read the ancient book. It was a story, undoubtedly written ages ago, and long forgotten by the rest of the world. He looked back at Illum. “What is this?” “A legend almost as old as The Tale of Atouri, although not nearly as well-known.” He stopped to slide the book across the desk to Takua. “Many years ago, before I became Onu-Koro’s ambassador, I had a different profession. Do you know what that was?” Takua shook his head. “I was a storyteller.” ~~~ Aya slammed her empty cup on the table. She gasped and quickly wiped the foam from the corners of her mouth. A second later Sorin did the same, knocking over his empty tankard over in the process. The Ga-Matoran leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself. “Can’t keep up, can you?” she laughed as Sorin grimaced. Even Kokani managed to crack a smile. “Another,” Sorin demanded. “As you wish, old man,” Aya said cheekily as she poured them both another cup of brew. “Alright,” Jaka yawned as he got up from the table. The party was still going strong, but he could only watch so much of Aya’s drinking game. “I think I’m going to bed.” Illum had arranged rooms for them at Onu-Koro’s finest inn, and while he wanted to wait for Takua to return, he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He bade his friends good night and walked toward the exit of the gathering hall, but just as he was about to leave he ran into Raipu and Nika. The two were talking quietly by themselves, but Nika lit up when she saw him. “Jaka!” she greeted him cheerfully. “How does he look?” She pointed to Raipu, who wore his new chest plate. It fit him quite well, and if Jaka didn’t know him better he would have mistaken Raipu for a seasoned warrior. The armor in combination with the Hau he had received in Po-Koro made him look rather intimidating. “Impressive,” he said. The shield Illum had given him rested on his back, and he had an urge to brush his fingers against it. “Are you leaving?” Nika asked. Jaka nodded, and so she went on. “Would you want to come with us?” “To the Inn?" Nika shook her head and looked at the ground for a moment before answering. “To see Turaga Whenua.” Nika’s words hit Jaka like a wall. The past few hours had made him forget the reason they were here in the first place, and now that he thought about it, he owed it to the Turaga to pay his respects. Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, I will.” The three friends left the party, and after finding a guard to lead the way, they descended to the lower levels of the palace. They walked in silence for a bit, making their way through corridors and halls, but eventually Jaka’s thoughts caught up with him. Raipu and Nika were always somewhat quiet, but ever since Po-Koro, they had kept to themselves. Letting the guard get a few steps ahead of them, he turned to the two Po-Matoran. “Are you guys okay?” he asked. The two turned to look at him, raising their eyebrows. “I know it’s been a while now, but…” he trailed off for a second, but quickly caught himself. “…but losing Po-Koro…I know what that’s like. It’s not easy.” Raipu‘s mask went firm. “Don’t talk about Po-Koro.” Jaka sighed. “Well, if you need anything—“ “We’re fine.” Nika put her hand on Raipu’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “We’re getting through it,” she said politely, trying to speak over Raipu’s shortness. “Thanks, though.” Jaka nodded, still somewhat taken aback by Raipu’s attitude. But in a minute, the guard had stopped at a pair of two iron doors and pulled them open. The three Matoran entered the tomb, and the guard politely shut the doors behind them. The room was carved entirely out of granite, and was just big enough for the three of them to stand in without feeling crowded. Candles and lightstones lined many shelves on the walls, interspersed with various items that must have been dear to Turaga Whenua. In the center of the room lay a stone coffin, quite plain in design and with no visible seams. A noble Ruru hung on the wall behind it. It was old and scarred, but still beautiful, in a dark sort of way. The three Matoran grew quiet as they stared: it was Turaga Whenua’s mask. No one said anything. The moment of silence pervaded the tomb, and as it stretched on, the gloom of the place seemed almost mystical. The final resting place of the Turaga was fitting: dark, quiet, and yet strangely welcoming. It was a surreal moment, one that only death manages to create. Quietly, Nika made her way up to the wall, and reached out to touch the mask. She ran her fingers across it, feeling its texture, but suddenly she stopped. Her demeanor changed as she leaned in closer, staring at the mask. Then, delicately, she lifted it off its hook, taking it down from the wall. “Nika, put it back,” Raipu looked at her, confused by her behavior. “Don’t dishonor him.” “No, I don’t mean to…” she squinted at the mask, as if trying to read small print. “You have to look at this…” her voice was quiet, almost as if she was in shock. Raipu and Jaka leaned over her shoulder to stare at the Ruru. “Look, right here,” she said, pointed to a few areas around the mask’s edge. “You can tell it’s been polished and almost buffed out, but you can still see it.” Jaka squinted, and sure enough, he found a few pits. They were shaped differently from the scars of old age, but he didn’t know what to make of it. “It looks like your mask, Raipu,” Nika continued on. “Your old one. The one that you wore before Po-Koro, when you came down with the Madness.” Jaka and Raipu looked at her. “What are you saying?” The Po-Matoran asked. “I’m saying,” Nika swallowed, trying to get a lump out of her throat, “that before he died, Turaga Whenua was infected.”

Chapter 4 - A New Turaga Takua stared as the Onu-Matoran noble as she talked about herself. He had already had a few glasses of the brew that Illum was serving to his guests, and so he was more relaxed than usual. But that didn’t change the fact that the woman in front of him kept on talking. Every once and a while he picked up something about lightstones, jewels, and the Great Mine, but he was secretly looking around the room for Jaka, or anyone else he knew for that matter. “But enough about me,” she smiled. “I hear you are traveling to Ga-Koro? That must be exciting!” “Huh?” Takua snapped back to the conversation, trying to be polite. “Yeah, it’s okay I suppose.” “I heard about what happened to Le-Koro.” She reached across the small table and grabbed his hand. “That must have been terrible for you.” Takua looked down at her as she rubbed her fingers against his, quite passionately. “Um…yeah,” he said, pulling his hand away. “It’s kind of rough sometimes.” She didn’t seem to get the message. “I just think that it’s so brave that you’re traveling across the island with only a few companions. It’s quite dangerous, especially with the war that’s going on nowadays.” She crossed her legs and leaned closer toward him. “Have you ever killed anyone?” Her eyes lit up. “No, unless you count rahi.” Takua replied quietly. “Oh…” She seemed a bit disappointed, but Takua didn’t really care either way. She went on to talk about rumors she’d heard about Kokani, and Takua once again tuned her out, searching for an escape. He was in the palace’s finest gathering hall, high above the city. Everyone who was anyone in Onu-Koro had gathered here in preparation for Illum’s coronation. To be quite honest though, Takua found it boring. Only the richest and most famous Matoran were present, and they only liked to talk about politics, the mining economy, and the current state of the island as it pertained to business and trade. The entire hall was carved out of black marble, with the far end filled with tall windows that looked out over the entire city. There were roughly a hundred people packed into the lavish room, and in the short time period from their entrance until now, Takua had somehow managed to lose sight of everyone he knew. “I just think that while he’s very brave and all, you are much more approachable. And in turn, more admirable,” the noble said, winking to Takua as she did. He managed a fake smile, and was about to respond when he felt a pat on his back, and Sorin came into view. The two had spoken only on occasion since Kokani had introduced them back in the tunnels, but the Po-Matoran greeted him as if he were a dear friend. “Takua! Good to see you.” He grabbed his arm firmly and pulled him away from the Onu-Matoran. “Walk with me.” “Uh…sure thing.” Takua replied as Sorin led him toward the front of the room. He waved goodbye to the noble in order to be polite, but he was quite relieved to be taken away. Once they were out of earshot from the noble, Sorin leaned over to him. “Do you know that Matoran?” Takua shook his head. “She just came up and started talking to me.” “Avoid her. She’s a witch.” Takua looked up at Sorin quizzically. “I worked in the Great Mine once for a few years. She was in charge of the operation, and she was horrible to all of her workers.” Sorin led him around a group of lavishly decorated Matoran, and lowered his voice as he did. “All the Matoran here have built their fortunes at the expense of other’s labor. Don’t trust what they have to say.” Takua nodded. “Do you trust Illum?” Sorin shrugged. “I trust a very small amount of people. But he does seem reasonable, and he looks after his own.” Takua watched from afar as Illum stood in front of the windows overlooking the city. The Matoran raised his arms to speak, and began to address the hall. “Thank you all for joining me today, for I would be nothing without the support of my people,” Illum said, instantly silencing the chatter of the crowd. Everyone turned toward him, lending their undivided attention. “While ill-fated circumstances have brought me into this situation, I hope that I will be able to serve the people of Mata Nui to the best of my ability, and that we may prosper and thrive under my rule.” A few Matoran clapped, and Illum continued on. “Let the coronation begin!” Sorin continued to lead Takua to the far corner of the room, where he was quickly reunited with his friends. They all seemed to be having a good time, except for Kokani, who stood against the wall, drumming his fingers on the handle of his sheathed blade. They watched as a handful of particularly old Matoran took to the stage in front of the windows. The Matoran in the center, clearly the oldest, carried a long object wrapped in cloth. The elderly Matoran raised his hands and spoke in a raspy tone. “The Council of Elders has assisted the Turaga with the governing of Onu-Koro for years.” The Matoran unwrapped the object, revealing the Drill of Onua, Turaga Whenua’s badge of office. “But in the unfortunate events which we have experienced, the need for a new Turaga has arisen. Whenua was truly a wise and just ruler. May he rest in peace.” “May he rest in peace,” a few Matoran murmured. “And so it has been decided,” the Matoran extended his hands to Illum, offering the drill to him. “That Illum, ambassador of Onu-Koro, be named as our honorary Turaga. May the strength and power of the Toa guide him, and may Mata Nui bless his reign.” Takua watched as Illum took the drill, displaying it proudly above his head. The entire room cheered, welcoming the indoctrination of the Matoran’s rule. Illum smiled and waved, thanking the elders, the people, Mata Nui, and anyone else that he could think of that needed thanking. And just like that, the first new Turaga in ages had come to power. “A Matoran takes the place of a Turaga. I suppose we really are in a new age.” Jaka murmured. The party went on. Illum brought out entertainers of all sorts, from musicians to storytellers to magicians. There was something for everyone to enjoy. Servants carried trays of food and drink, and the more that was served the louder the festivities grew. Takua walked around with Jaka, sampling the finest of the dishes as they slowly let themselves relax. Takua didn’t know how he felt about Illum becoming a Turaga, but maybe it wasn’t for him to decide. He was no politician, and he knew very little about what it took to make a good leader. Perhaps the best way he could spend the night was to relax, and forget about the shadows that existed beyond the palace’s walls. Takua and Jaka were just refilling their cups when they ran into the new Turaga. “Takua!” Illum smiled, “I’ve been meaning to talk with you!” “You have?” he replied, his mouth full of drink. “Yes, of course!” Illum snapped his fingers, and within seconds two guards came up to them, carrying a rather large chest. They opened it and Illum reached in, producing a beautiful sword. He held it out to Takua. “For you.” Takua gazed at it, a bit stunned. The dark red leather wrapped around its hilt matched that of his dagger perfectly, and it seemed to be the perfect length for a Matoran his size. The protosteel of the blade reflected his mask, glinting as sleek lines formed into sharp edges. “Illum, I…I can’t accept this.” “Nonsense!” Illum replied. “I had it made specifically for you when I found you would be coming to the city. These are dangerous times, Takua. Every traveler needs a reliable weapon.” He reached into the chest again, this time pulling out a shield. He turned to Jaka, offering it to him. “And, for you.” It was Jaka’s turn to stutter. “…m-me?” The shield was polished with fine silver and decorated with a thin red outline of a Hau on its face. It glimmered with the same high-quality craftsmanship as Takua’s sword. Jaka took hold of it was amazed by how light it was, considering its sturdy design. “You have a knack for keeping Takua out of trouble, do you not?” Illum waited for Jaka’s answer, but the Le-Matoran was too stunned to reply. He went on. “I hope this may help to keep you both safe.” Jaka stared at his shield, admiring it as Illum pulled two more items from the chest. The first, a bow, matched the royal blue and black of Aya’s armor perfectly. Flexible but sturdy, it was smooth to the touch and extremely beautiful. The second, a chest plate, matched Raipu’s armor. Silver with edges of brown, it looked as if it could stop any arrow or blade. “I do hope your friends will like them.” Takua stood there wide-eyed as Jaka turned around to fetch the others. “You didn’t have to do this, Illum.” “Ah, its Turaga Illum now!” he chuckled. “Besides, it is the duty of a Turaga to serve his people. And those that serve Mata Nui will always be my people,” Illum replied graciously. Takua didn’t know what to say. The sword fit perfectly into his hand. It felt like an extension to his arm, and while he dared not swing it with so many Matoran around, he desperately wanted to try it out. “…thank you.” Jaka returned with Raipu, Aya, and Kokani, and the two took their respective gifts, gaping as they laid eyes upon them. They thanked Illum, who once again shrugged them off politely. He bent over the chest one last time, and pulled out four pieces of protosteel. Quietly, he assembled them, and within seconds a long, bladed staff took form, twinkling in the light of the hall. Its jet black handle complimented the off-white accents that wound their way around the blade, matching Kokani’s armor perfectly. The blade itself rang as Illum moved it through the air, surely sharp enough to cut almost anything with ease. Cautiously, the new Turaga extended his arms to Kokani, offering him the beautiful weapon. “I wish you the best on your journey,” he said simply. Kokani stared at the weapon without emotion for a few moments, but Takua could tell that conflicting thoughts ran through his head. A few tense seconds ticked by, but eventually the Ko-Matoran snatched the weapon from Illum’s hands. “Thanks.” Illum allowed himself a subtle smile. He waved his guards away and bowed to them, excusing himself from their presence. Takua watched him as he went, suddenly quite at peace with the fact that this Matoran was replacing Turaga Whenua. Politician or not, he was a good Matoran, and there was hope for Onu-Koro still. “Wait!” Takua called out, and Illum turned around as Takua caught up with him. “Turaga,” he addressed Illum respectfully, “Do you think we could talk in private? I have some questions for you.” Illum seemed flattered by his request. “Of course!” He pointed to a small door in the corner of the hall. “I know the perfect spot. Right this way.”

Chapter 3 - The Shrouded City Kokani stood up, instantly on edge. “What? How?” Illum winced, noticing that Kokani was clutching his sheathed weapon. “No one was as saddened by his passing as I was. I was very close with him.” Kokani didn’t let up. “How did he die?” “He was very old…” Kokani reached over and seized Illum from atop his crab, lifting him by the collar of his cape. “The other Turaga are fine!” Kokani threw Illum into the dusty cavern floor. “What did you do!?” “Kokani!” Aya yelled out in shock. The guards raised their weapons and pointed them at the Ko-Matoran, daring him to touch the future leader of Onu-Koro again. But he didn’t seem fazed. “There was no foul play, if that’s what you think! I swear!” Illum trembled on the ground. “He passed peacefully in his bed two weeks ago!” Kokani fidgeted. If it weren’t for the blades at his throat, Illum would have been beaten into the ground by now. “Why are you replacing him?” “The elders held a council, and it was determined that I was the best candidate for succession! I knew the most about the affairs of the island and the other Koro! No one else was as qualified!” Kokani twitched his eager muscles, and Illum flinched, covering his mask with his hands. “Please don’t hurt me!” “Kokani, stop! He didn’t hurt the Turaga.” Aya said. Kokani stared at the cowering Matoran for a moment, his knuckles white from balling them into fists. After a few uneasy seconds, he turned around. The guards lowered their weapons and he sat back down in the cart. Illum slowly got to his feet, brushing the dust off his mask and readjusting his armor. “I understand that we may not see eye to eye on certain issues,” he huffed as he smoothed out his cape, “but I promise that I will serve Onu-Koro and Mata-Nui to the best of my ability. I only hope that we can act professional while we are in each other’s company.” Kokani glared at him, his Akaku unmoving in the dim cavern light. “There won’t be any problems,” Aya interjected. Illum smiled uneasily, and turned his attention to the others. “I would appreciate it if you accompanied me at the ceremony. I can promise that it will be worth your while.” “We’d be honored,” Aya smiled, now speaking for the group. “Brilliant!” Illum replied, just now regaining his composure. He motioned to a rather large carriage behind him. “If you so desire, I have prepared baths and other utilities. I understand your journey has brought you a long way.” Takua didn’t think he’d ever seen Aya smile the way she did when she heard the word ‘bath.’ “That would be wonderful.” ~~~ Takua scrubbed his shoulder armor, trying to get all the dirt and grime that he could out from under it. The warm water of the bath was calming, but it did nothing to sooth his mind. He had never met Turaga Whenua, and so he wasn’t exactly distressed by his passing, but he definitely felt something. Growing up in Le-Koro, he had heard so many stories about Mata Nui’s past, and in them Turaga Whenua was often an important character. It seemed as if a piece of his childhood was gone. It was something he had never really noticed while it was present, but its absence was striking. He exhaled, blowing a few bubbles in the water as he sank lower into the bath. Of course, he couldn’t help but to make the connections in his head. Another Turaga was dead, gone forever from this world. The images of Matau falling off that platform forced their way into his skull, and he felt his emotions start taking over. He scrubbed at his armor, determined to clear away what had accumulated from his months of traveling in the wild. He didn’t want to think about what had happened at Le-Koro. He didn’t want to think about Saku, or Makuta, or even the Atouri. None of that mattered now. There was nothing he could do to change the past. He scrubbed and he scrubbed, trying to block out the thoughts that were running through his mind against his will. More and more dirt he wiped away, but he wasn’t satisfied. Grabbing a brush from the side of the tub, he sank his mask into the water and cleansed every surface, edge, knick, and scratch free from anything that might remotely be considered dirty. The bristles scratched his face, but he didn’t stop. He had to get clean. He had to wipe away everything. Finally, he tossed the brush aside and sank his head in his hands. Talim…I miss you. He didn’t know how long he sat there, soaking in the water like a sponge, but by the time he raised his head Jaka was knocking at the carriage’s door. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while. Illum says we’re almost to the city.” “Yeah, I’ll be right out.” Taking a moment to collect himself, he finally stood up and dried himself off. After all this time, he still hadn’t gotten over it. He sighed, looking at the Atouri as it rested on the edge of the tub, quietly reflecting the light from his lightstone. But maybe that wasn’t how it worked. If what Saku had said was true, there was still a way he could bring her back. She was waiting for him, somewhere out there, and all he had to do was find a way to reach her. Maybe if he could do that, he could find closure. I haven’t forgotten about you, he thought. I’ll find a way, Talim. Takua stepped out of the carriage, his armor shining like a brand new Matoran. The sand of Po-Wahi had seeped deep into the cracks of his armor, and now that it was gone he felt a little bit better. His armor glimmered in a way he hadn’t seen in a very long time, and his mask felt cool and smooth against his face. He made his way over to the rest of his group, and Illum greeted him with a luxurious ussal crab to ride. The Onu-Matoran definitely spared no expense when it came to their comfort. Takua observed his friends, and they all looked great. In just a few short hours, Illum’s care had done wonders for them. Their armor shined, their masks were polished, and Illum had even given them jewelry to wear. Aya, Raipu, Nika, and Jaka wore black silk cloaks, matching the one Illum offered him now. Only Kokani had refused. Others whom Illum wished to honor had also gathered. Takua recognized Turaga Onewa and a Po-Matoran Kokani had introduced to him as Sorin. Up ahead the tunnel opened up in a large, elegantly carved arch through which a dim light came through: the gate to Onu-Koro. Illum wanted everything to be perfect for their entrance, and while Takua didn’t think the theatrics were necessary, he certainly didn’t mind the extravagant treatment. “Friends,” Illum announced as they approached the arch. It was easily fifty feet wide, allowing them to ride their personal crabs next to one another. “Welcome to Onu-Koro!” They passed through the great archway and beheld a gigantic cavern filled with a sprawling city below them. Towers and citadels overlooked the small buildings tightly packed together, and great columns of stone rose up from the cavern floor all the way to the ceiling. Here and there a giant stalagmite rose up between the buildings, only to be integrated with the city as houses and shops were built up upon them. “It’s huge!” Takua couldn't help but blurt out. “Truly wondrous, isn’t it?” Illum said. He pointed to a gigantic palace built around one of the stone pillars at the other end of the cavern. Its top almost reached the cavern roof, which was easily hundreds of feet up. The road they were on now led directly to it. “Come! The Turaga’s Palace awaits us!” One of the guards blew a large shell, and a long note echoed throughout the cavern. Illum led them from the archway down into the city, and Takua soon found Matoran flocking to the side of the street, as if responding to the sound of the shell. They watched eagerly, and Illum waved to them. They cheered in reply. More and more Matoran stopped what they were doing to watch from the curbside, and within minutes, large crowds had gathered on both sides of the road. Illum continued to smile and wave, and they clapped and cheered every time he did. Takua felt a nudge on his elbow, and looked over to find Illum meeting his gaze. “Don’t be shy,” he smiled. “They love it when you wave!” Takua looked at him for a moment before gazing at the throngs of people that had now gathered. The noise grew louder and louder, and their cheering echoed throughout the entire cavern. Slowly, and a bit awkwardly, he raised a hand to wave, and the crowd went wild. People blew trumpets and yelled, banging their feet against the cobblestone street. Takua didn’t know why they applauded for him, but it didn’t matter in that moment. It reminded him of the day Matau had given him the Atouri in the Twisted Nail, and the whole restaurant had cheered. It took him back to an earlier time, when everything was simpler. And he loved it. The closer they got to the palace the larger and grander the buildings were, and the more the crowds grew. Lightstones were imbedded in almost every surface, and the city itself glowed. The sounds, the scenery, the people and the atmosphere: everything was beautiful. Takua felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around and smiled at Jaka. “This is great!” “Open your eyes, Takua.” “What?” “It’s not what it seems.” Takua looked around him, a bit confused. At first he didn’t understand, but he more he looked the more he saw. Beyond the cheering crowds were more Matoran, shrouded in the darker streets. They didn’t cheer. They stood silently, their masks sullen and their bodies thin. The buildings beyond the main road were smaller and shadier, and the streets were empty and abandoned. There was famine and depression behind the veil of light: Onu-Koro was not what it seemed to be. They were near the palace now, and Illum smoothly slid off the top of his ussal crab. Takua and the others followed his lead, and walked up a few steps to stand atop the raised stone platform that the palace doors were seated on. Takua stood closer to Jaka and his friends, now feeling quite uneasy. Illum turned around to face the crowd, and he started to address them with a speech. Takua didn’t pay attention to the words. He looked back toward the entrance they had come through, watching as the people of Po-Koro were directed by guards and shown to parts of the city where they would find refuge. More often than not, they were the darker sections. Illum went on, talking with Turaga Onewa about how unfortunate circumstances had brought their people together, or something similar to that at least. The Turaga nor Illum seemed to notice the darkness hiding within the city, and Takua cautiously looked over at his friends. Raipu and Nika seemed unaware, but it was obvious that Aya, Kokani, and Sorin knew. Illum introduced them to the people, calling them ‘honored guests’ and ‘agents of Mata Nui,’ but it didn’t have the same appeal as before. Takua leaned over towards Jaka and whispered in his ear. “We won’t be staying here long, will we?” Jaka shook his head. “I hope not.” Illum finished his announcements and introductions, and the people cheered for them once again. The future Turaga of Onu-Koro smiled as the huge doors behind him opened, inviting them into the palace. “Welcome again my friends!” Illum spread his arms wide, flicking his black cloak as he did so. “I hope you will find your stay comfortable.”

Chapter 2 - Catching Up “Come on!” Aya coaxed the Ussal crab, lifting its reins. “Pip pip!” The crab jumped, scuttling forward with renewed energy, jerking the cart as it went. Takua let out a yelp as he was thrown off balance and out the back of the cart, right on top of Raipu. The two tumbled to the ground. “Ow! What was that for?” “Sorry! He’s a feisty little thing!” Aya shrugged, motioning toward the crab. Takua shook his head and got up, brushing the dust off his armor. “Sorry Raipu,” he said, offering his hand to the Po-Matoran. But Raipu didn’t take it. He helped himself to his feet, shooting Takua a glare. Takua looked at him, puzzled and taken aback, but decided it was best to turn the other cheek. “You’re welcome…” he muttered under his breath as he climbed back into the cart. His relationship with the Po-Matoran had been tense ever since the incidents in the Motara desert, and it showed no sign of getting better. He sat down next to Jaka, slightly annoyed. Waiting until Raipu had walked a dozen or so feet away from them, Jaka leaned over to his friend. “This isn’t going to work, you know.” “Huh?” Jaka gave Takua one of his signature, 'you-know-what' looks. “You and Raipu.” But Takua rolled his eyes. “I didn’t even do anything.” “So you two are just going to ignore each other until we get to Ga-Koro?” Takua crossed his arms and huffed. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Jaka had a point. It wasn’t healthy for their group or their mission for him and Raipu to be always at each other’s throats. “Well, what do you think I should do?” “Apologize.” “I don’t know if you remember,” Takua said sarcastically, “but he tried to kill me. He’s the one who should apologize.” “You know you can’t blame him for that.” “But he can blame me for what I did?” Jaka sighed and waited a moment before replying. “I don’t know, Takua. Just…” he paused, trying to come up with the right words. “He’s going through a tough time. He just lost Po-Koro. Cut him some slack.” Takua didn’t say anything in return. Maybe Jaka was right. Come to think of it, he usually was when it came to things like this. But his attention was diverted by some disorder coming from farther up in the caravan. Some Onu-Koro guards were ordering people to move, forming a pathway through the masses. A few Ussal crabs came into view, larger than any of the others, and all carrying armored warriors. There was a whirl of dust as they approached, and Takua briefly covered his mouth to cough. He gazed in awe at one of the giant creatures as the dust cleared; it was easily twice as tall as him, and covered in intricately carved armor, which reflected the light of their lightstones in a way that only hours of polishing could produce. The giant crab slowed to walk at the same pace as their cart, obediently gazing straight ahead as Takua shifted his gaze to its rider. In similar fashion to the crab, the Onu-Matoran’s black armor shone out in the dim light, almost flaunting the quality of the craftsmanship. A beautiful sword was fastened to his belt, which would have impressed Takua, but if he had learned anything in his journey it was that beautiful weapons were often used very little. A black cloak was draped around his shoulders, and as the Matoran took off his helmet Takua recognized his purple Rau. “My friends!” Illum said as he stretched out his hands to greet them. “I admit I didn’t expect to find you here, but I heard all the rumors about Kokani’s deeds, and felt I had to seek you out!” His words were like honey, smooth and comforting. “Illum,” Kokani greeted the Onu-Matoran coldly, not moving from where he sat next to Aya. “I didn’t expect to see you here either.” Takua liked Illum, but he made sure not to show it with Kokani around. The Ko-Matoran made no attempt to hide his displeasure at his appearance. Takua remembered what Kokani had told him about Onu-Koro’s ambassador, but he didn’t think much of it. Illum had always been nice to him, and he seemed like a good person. “When I received word that the citizens of Po-Koro would be traveling through the caves, I wanted to make sure that everything went as smoothly as possible.” Illum replied to Kokani. “So I rode out with the reinforcements to meet them here. May I ask what brings you so far from Ga-Koro?” Kokani made eye contact with Illum, and the Onu-Matoran seemed to flinch. “Complications,” Kokani answered. “Ah, well,” Illum pulled his cape around his shoulders, regaining his composure. “Such things are bound to happen, I suppose.” He turned to the rest of the group. “It is good to see you all alive and well. Have any of you ever been to Onu-Koro before?” Takua shook his head. Kokani was the only one who had. “Well!” Illum clasped his hands together in excitement. “You are in for a wonderful treat! Come!” He motioned to the guards, and they formed a protective formation around their cart “Please allow these fine warriors to escort you to the front of the convoy. You are my guests now, and I won’t have anything less than the finest treatment for such important agents of Mata Nui.” Takua smiled to himself. An agent of Mata Nui…. He liked the sound of that. Slowly, they made their way to the front of the masses, and Illum talked the whole way. Politics and the state of affairs on the island seemed to be his favorite subjects, but Takua paid the most attention when he switched gears to talk about the Kryll, the Toa, and the war. “As I’m sure you know, Krosis has dug into the ruins of Po-Koro, which we assume to be his base of operations for the moment. He has forges and fortresses dotted across the northern shore, and my scouts tell me that he seems to be focusing on securing his position, as the sudden appearance of the Toa seems to have slowed his progress. I have received word that Gali has been spotted off-shore in Ga-Wahi, and Tahu has been reunited with Turaga Vakama. Of the other Toa, not much has been seen. But it is exciting isn’t it? We are coming into a new age!” Kokani grunted, showing his displease at being led by armed guards. Takua let his curiosity get the best of him, and he took the opportunity to speak up. “What about Saku?” Illum fidgeted for a moment. “He was last seen above ground in Onu-Wahi. That was weeks ago, however. I’m sure that Onua will come to us in due time, and we won’t have to worry too much about the Toa of Shadow.” Takua thought about this. What if it happened while they were in the city? He desperately wanted to meet a Toa. “Ah, but here we are!” Illum said cheerfully as they arrived at the front of the caravan. Nobles and rich Matoran occupied much of the space here, and their creaky wooden cart seemed a bit out of place among the privileged. “Onu-Koro is quite close now, and we should arrive in a few hours. But in the meantime, we must get you presentable!” “I hardly think that’s necessary,” Kokani stated. “Nonsense!” Illum waived him off. “The coronation is tonight, and with the safe arrival of the Po-Matoran, there is much to celebrate!” Takua looked up at Illum. “Coronation?” “Yes! But just between us, I must admit I am a bit nervous,” he chuckled. “Wait,” Aya spoke up. “Who’s coronation? What’s happening?” “Well, mine of course! Haven’t you heard…?” Illum trailed off, and the energy drained from his mask as he realized that they had no idea what he was talking about. "Well, I do hate be the bearer of bad news, but…” Kokani eyed the Onu-Matoran. “But what?” Illum sighed, but continued on nonetheless. “But Turaga Whenua is dead, and I am to take his place.”

Well, if I remember correctly they've been busy for over a year (or two?) and still running quite strong. That's what I like to hear!

Is it possible to edit a topic name once you've created it? I know this is totally menial but I made a typo in my epic's title and it's really been bothering me

I must say I like where this is going. This Metra-Nui you've created feels a lot like 2001 Mata Nui, which I am definitely a fan of. I did notice some grammar issues that could be worked on, such as confusing verb tenses, but they are rather minor and don't distract from the story too much. You say this takes place in the cannon universe, so I can't help but wonder what happened to the original Mata Nui Toa, but I suppose this will be answered with later chapters? Anyway, it seems that the plot is starting to kick in with the latest chapter, so i'm excited to see where it goes! Keep it up!

One of my friends showed me this a while ago and it got me super stoked. I'm really excited to finally have the opportunity to really explore Mata Nui. I just hope the project doesn't run out of steam before they finish!

Can we find find someone with the ability to make these real? I need them all. Especially the shot glasses

Gosh this is pretty. 2001 was always my favorite too. Keep up the good work, cause I want to see more!

Chapter 1 - Looking Through Ice Krosis sat upon the throne of Turaga Onewa, looking out into Po-Koro’s main hall. It was a beautiful structure. Carved archways supported the tall ceiling, and many pillars came to an abrupt stop in the sandstone floor, lining the edges of the hall. It was a wondrous feat of architecture to be sure, but the building wasn’t what was on the Kryll’s mind. He gripped the armrests of the throne with his claws, clicking his mandibles as he stared at the hall’s entrance, positioned at the opposite end of the structure. He’d done it. It had been a long battle, but they had won in the end. The Matoran had been sent running, fleeing in terror at the power of his army. Po-Koro was his. It would serve as the Kryll’s base of operations for the war, and would no doubt give his people the foothold they needed to take on the larger cities of Mata Nui. But as proud as he was at their accomplishment, another thought pervaded his head. Pohatu. The name rang out in the Kryll’s mind as he gritted his teeth. The being of legend had crushed more of his warriors in the last few moments of the battle then all of Po-Koro’s army combined. The Toa had broken his ranks, sending many Kryll he had believed were brave warriors running in terror. The thought disgusted him. But still, some had proven their worth. Some had stood with him and challenged the mighty being, raising their weapons against what seemed to be impossible odds. They had charged at the Toa, and with speed and agility and sheer strength of will, they fought. They had come at him from all sides, dividing up his attention so that a select few could get in range. After what had seemed like hours, Krosis found himself at the foot of the Toa’s canister. Seizing the opportunity, he had struck with his sword, cutting a deep gash in the Toa’s armor from the middle of his chest to the right shoulder. The memory was as clear as day in his mind. Krosis remembered the feel of hot blood splashing his face, contrasting the cool rain that pelted him from above. In that moment he had looked down on the Toa of Stone. Pohatu had fallen into the muddy earth, gazing up at him with a look of pure astonishment. Lightning had flashed, and Krosis knew that in that one, precious moment, he was truly a king. Pohatu retaliated before Krosis could finish the fight, however. He remembered a blast of stone, and before he could move the Toa had escaped over the walls, leaving him to his newly acquired city. But more than anything Krosis remembered standing atop the being’s canister, yelling in victory as the rain washed the Toa’s blood off of him. All of his army had seen him then. He had proven it: Toa were not gods. They were as mortal as anyone, and they bled the same blood. Everyone had seen his strength then, and he knew that the next time they faced a Toa, his warriors would not run. Krosis looked up as the hall's great doors burst open, letting in light from the outside. Noruk entered, smiling as he approached. “Everyone has gathered. They are ready for you.” The King of the Kryll nodded and stood up from his throne. He walked toward the doors, and with a strong push he shoved them open, filling the hall with light and revealing his army outside in the square. Pohatu’s canister was being burned in their midst, billowing with black smoke as its metal warped and melted. He stretched his arms wide, addressing his people. “My friends!” he boomed over their chatter. Taking a moment to gaze at the burning canister, he allowed himself to smile. “This is only the beginning.” ~~~ “Ow! Stop being so good!” Takua dropped his stick and clutched his shin in pain. Jaka smiled. “I think I'm starting to like this.” Kokani shook his head. “Takua, you need to loosen up. You’re clenching too much; you need to be loose so you can react to what Jaka does." Takua picked up his stick and the two Le-Matoran began to spar once more. They exchanged a few blows, until Takua stumbled upon a small rock. Jaka took the opportunity to rap him on the shoulder. “Always be aware of your surroundings,” Kokani added. “Fighting sucks.” It had been four days since the battle of Po-Koro, according to Takua’s count. He wasn’t sure however, for here time wasn’t ruled by cycles of day and night. It was always dark in the Underworld, and so they slept when they were tired and awoke when it was necessary. Takua had slept four times since entering the caves, and so he figured it was four days. The caravan of refugees moved slowly through the tunnels, escorted by the Onu-Koro Ussalry. The warriors had been sent from their city to aid in the battle, but they had arrived too late. By the time they had reached the city, everything was over. The entrance to the caves was sealed up, and those who had been present at Po-Koro’s final stand talked quietly of a Toa coming to their aid. And so they picked up the weary soldiers, taking them to the rest of their people so they might find aid from the healers. Pohatu. Takua thought to himself as he and Jaka wrapped up their sparring lesson. If what Kokani said was true, it was huge. The Toa had returned. Takua grew excited just thinking about it. The very beings he had always heard about in stories and legends walked the earth. What were they like? Would he ever meet one? The thought of it was almost too much to handle. Taking a moment to pet the Ussal crab pulling their cart, Takua hopped into it, eager to rest his legs. A voice sounded off to his left, and he looked over to see Aya, Nika, and Raipu approaching. “Kokani!” Aya yelled out. She and the two Po-Matoran had left earlier to restock their supplies, and judging by the large burlap sacks the three carried, the venture had been successful. “Sit down!” she commanded. Kokani looked at her from where he walked beside the crab, but before he could reply the Ga-Matoran had plopped her sack on the ground and was pushing him toward the back of the cart. “You’re never going to heal if you keep walking around!” she scolded, motioning for him to get in. “Mata Nui, you are the most stubborn Matoran I know!” Kokani’s side had been bandaged and cleaned by Po-Koro’s healers, and it was starting to heal quite nicely. “I can walk.” “Shut up and get in the cart.” Takua snickered as the Ko-Matoran rolled his eyes and took a seat next to him. Kokani resisted almost everything Aya did to help him, but in the end the Ga-Matoran's resolve always won out. It was funny to see her boss Kokani around. “And now that the formalities are out of the way,” Aya said as she picked up her sack and dumped its contents on the cart’s wood floor. All kinds of supplies spilled out, from bread, meat, and cheese, trinkets and baubles, to lightstones and heatstones. “It may please you all to know that Po-Koro sends her love.” Takua gaped at the huge pile. “...What did we do?” “Well,” she picked up a sausage and took a bite out of it. “Have some food Jaka, you look hungry.” Jaka took half of the sausage as she offered it to him, and she continued. “We didn't do anything. But Kokani seems to be quite well known among the people of stone.” She leaned in closer, addressing the Ko-Matoran. “The soldiers you fought with claim you killed over two-hundred Kryll.” “They exaggerate,” Kokani replied. “Whatever,” Aya said. “The point is, you’re a hero. They’re calling you ‘The White Warrior.’ Must be nice to be famous, eh?” she prodded Kokani playfully. “I only did what was asked of me.” Nika stepped in, and her quiet voice carried more than one would think. “You gave us the time we needed. We wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for you.” “Pohatu is the reason—“ “Pohatu would have been too late if it weren’t for you,” she said simply. “Yeah,” Aya nodded in agreement as she tossed Kokani a loaf of bread. “Deny it all you want, but you did good back there.” The conversation stopped as the Ga-Matoran hopped off the cart to walk alongside the Ussal crab, and Kokani looked down at his loaf of bread. He held it in both hands, feeling its texture for a minute or two before finally pulling off a piece to eat. He didn’t say anything in reply. Takua watched as the Ko-Matoran slowly picked at his food, and he couldn’t help but feel that something had changed. Kokani was always quiet, but this was different in a way. Maybe he was wrong, but Aya’s words seemed to have resonated with Kokani. “...Hey.” Kokani looked up. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the cavern, but the Ko-Matoran’s eyes seemed to shine a bit more than usual. He glanced at Takua and looked away, choosing to focus on his bread instead. “You okay?” Takua asked. Kokani didn’t answer immediately, but he nodded, continuing to stare at his bread. “Yeah,” he said quietly. The corners of his mouth turned up in the subtle way that they did whenever Kokani smiled. “I’m alright.” “Okay.” A bit confused, Takua reached over to grab an apple from their pile of food. As he did, the light caught Kokani’s mask, and Takua noticed just a bit of water underneath his eyes. He quickly averted his gaze, instead watching the shadows as they flickered on the cavern walls. You did good back there. Aya’s words repeated in his head, and Takua slowly realized that they must have meant a lot to the Ko-Matoran. Takua stared at the wall as the cart bumped along, slowly taking them to Onu-Koro. Lost in what he had just witnessed, he bit into his apple, listening to the soft crunch as his teeth broke through the skin. He never would have guessed that the Toa would walk the earth before he learned about Kokani’s past, but life was full of surprises, he supposed. The Atouri rested against his chest, and as he watched the light flicker within its depths he thought about how much he still didn’t know. “Listen,” he turned back to Kokani. “I didn’t get to tell you this before the battle,” he trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts. “Well, I know we’ve had our differences here and there but…” he paused again and sighed. Scratching the back of his head, he coaxed the words to come out. “…but thanks.” Kokani looked up, his mask slightly less stoic than usual. “Thanks for everything. I wouldn’t be here either if it weren’t for you.” Nodding, Kokani turned back to his bread. Then, after a moment: “You are pretty helpless, Takua.” Takua rolled his eyes and smiled as he looked back at the wall. “Yeah, I know.”

Did the epic critics club go out of business? I've already had two reviews from them, but I was hoping to get another sometime in the near future as my epic has gone a long way since the last one. Just to see how I've improved I guess.

Chapter 12 - Return The canister rocketed toward the ground, obliterating the statue of the Toa of Stone as it smashed into the ground with an earth-shattering crunch. It buried itself halfway into the mud before its momentum was finally stopped, and all around Kryll and Matoran stopped fighting out of pure shock. Kokani looked at the celestial object, still smoking in the ground. It was easily three times as tall as a Matoran, and it hummed with power. The metal of its outer shell was carved with unknown symbols and glyphs, no doubt forged by great and powerful beings that had never been seen on the island of Mata Nui. Po-Koro was silent now. Only the rain could be heard, bouncing off the armor of so many warriors. A moment passed in silence, and suddenly, the canister hummed to life. Light shone through six holes in its cap, and Kokani covered his eyes to avoid being blinded. The light increased in intensity until it seemed like the very sun shone before them, until it all culminated in one explosion, blasting off the top of the canister and sending it flying into the masses of Kryll. Kokani gazed at the opening with fear, wonder, and awe. From the blackness inside a figure arose, slowly and unsteadily at first, but as the seconds passed it grew stronger and more powerful, almost as if the figure assembled itself from nothing. One hand followed by another gripped the lip of the canister, and strong arms pulled the figure up into the wind and rain. It rose up, revealing a powerful body and athletic legs. It stood now at its full height, in place of the statue, gazing at the ground as the rain washed over it. It wasn’t until now that Kokani could see the mask in its hand. Slowly, the figure raised its arm, gently placing it on its face. Kokani could almost feel the power emanating from the being as it raised its head to gaze out at the masses of Kryll before it. Lightning flashed in the sky, briefly illuminating the being, and Kokani knew who stood before him. He whispered the name to himself, just barely loud enough to hear. “Pohatu...” Wordless, the Toa raised its arms to the sky and the slumbering stone beneath the earth awoke. Bedrock that had lain dormant for ages erupted into four giant pillars, surrounding the Toa in a show of power so great every being around him stumbled back in fear. The pillars were easily a hundred feet high, but as soon as they reached their maximum height, the Toa threw his arms down in one swift movement. The pillars cracked at their bases, letting out a deafening boom, and began to tumble back to the earth. Kokani stood motionless as the pillars fell, hurdling toward the ground in front of him as the Kryll scrambled to get out of the way. The rock crashed into the earth, and Kokani winced as dozens, maybe even hundreds of warriors were crushed in a single instant. There was only a moment of silence before the Toa of Stone began his dance. But when he did, Kokani could feel the very island of Mata Nui trembling. The Toa stood up to his full height and moved his arms in motions only he could understand. Bedrock shuddered at the Toa’s feet as he unearthed what lie beneath the soil. The stone obeyed his commands, and it rose and fell as boulders erupted from the earth and flew through the air, obliterating his enemies. It was an orchestra or pure power, with Pohatu as its conductor. Wind and rain whipped around him, swirling around his broken canister as pillars and boulders and great sheets of rock submitted to his will. Kokani and Sorin and the rest of Po-Koro’s warriors watched with wide eyes, protected by the Toa’s wrath. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. Kokani gazed out at the Kryll, and he could see Noruk shouting, trying desperately to keep the warriors from running in fear. The once powerful army had devolved into a mass of fear and panic as they hid from the Toa’s sorcery. He saw Krosis, standing alone now as chaos erupted around him, staring at Pohatu as boulders flew past him. The King of the Kryll turned his head to one side, and even from so far away Kokani could see the rage in his eyes. He yelled something to Noruk, an order probably, and gripped his sword in his right hand, his mandibles clicking as he began walking forward. Krosis raised his blade, howling against the power of the Toa, challenging his might. He would not give in to this being from the sky. He would not turn and run and let go of his own power so easily. He was not afraid. And Noruk joined him. And other Kryll came to his side. Even as living rock crushed their brothers and sent weaker Kryll running, they would not give in. More warriors joined their king, and his army reformed, smaller, but stronger. They raised their weapons to the sky and roared. It was in this moment that the Toa of Stone stopped. His stood silently and watched his enemies challenge him, almost pleased that they did so. Then, quietly, he looked over his shoulder at the Matoran behind him; the ones he protected. Through the wind and the rain and the booming of thunder, Kokani couldn’t hear the Toa’s words, but from the look on his Kakama and the movement of his lips, he could tell what was needed of him. “Go, your fight here is over.” Kokani nodded and turned for the caves. He yelled at the others to follow, and they did as he asked. They ran away as the Kryll charged one last time, leaving the bloodshed, leaving the Toa, and leaving Po-Koro behind. For they knew they had done all that they could. Po-Koro was lost, but its people were safe, and that was what really mattered. As they passed through the entrance they could hear the rumbling of moving rock, and Kokani looked back one last time. The entrance cracked and stuttered, slowly changing shape as it started to move, willed by the Toa of Stone's power. The roof of the entrance progressed towards the ground until it finally met, cutting off Kokani’s view of the city. And just like that, everything was quiet. Kokani sank to his knees, finally allowing himself a moment of rest. He and the other warriors were alone now, alone in the quiet safety of the darkness with only the empty tunnels before them. It was only now that Kokani’s thoughts came back to him. Only now, when there was nothing else to stimulate his senses did he think about what had just happened, what he and these other brave Matoran had witnessed and lived through. He clutched his side, still slightly bleeding from where some Kryll’s mace had hit him. It was heavily bruised and had left a few punctures in his armor, but he would be alright. It would be a painful walk to Onu-Koro, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Sorin appeared in front of him, his mask still splattered in blood. It was hard to see in the darkness, but Kokani took the hand that he offered, and the Po-Matoran pulled him up. “On to Onu-Koro then?” Kokani looked at him for a moment, letting thoughts slide cross his mind. To say something so simple after what they had been through…it seemed strange. But the more he thought, the more it made sense. There were no words to describe their feelings. Nothing could truly encompass the events they had witnessed. Kokani nodded in reply. “I could go for some food.” Sorin laughed and slapped a hand on his shoulder before walking to the front of the pack. “Alright, let’s move! It’s a long walk to Onu-Koro, and a long way to hot food and warm beds!” Wordless, the warriors got to their feet and started moving. Kokani walked among them, letting his thoughts keep him company. The Toa have returned. The idea pervaded his head, and for some reason he couldn’t grasp how he felt. He had been ready to die just a bit earlier and now…well, now there was this. The fulfillment of a Prophesy. The return of the heroes of old. It was all so sudden, so unexpected. The Toa have returned. The notion replayed as he walked down the passageway, clutching his wounded side. He thought about everything that had happened, everything he had seen, everything he had done. He heard the warriors around him begin to talk, telling their stories of the battle, and slowly their voices filled the cave. The stories were sad, filled with death and loss, but they were also filled with bravery and courage. They managed to find laughter in some of them, and that definitely helped to lift their spirits. But they all ended in one event; they all had the same conclusion. And the more he heard it the more Kokani realized what it meant to him, and all the people on Mata Nui. He smiled. The Toa have returned. ~End of Part III~

I'm glad you like it! That really means a lot, and its definitely nice to know someone is reading! Kokani is one of the more complex characters in the story, so its good to know that he comes off as at least a little likeable! I'm in the process of wrapping up part III right now, and I hope to get it out sometime in the near future. I tried to make it as epic as possible, so with any luck it won't disappoint. Thanks again for reading!

Chapter 11 - The Last Stand Takua looked to the ceiling of the cavern, which had briefly opened up to the surface, allowing him to see just a sliver of the night sky. No doubt they were underneath the middle of the desert now, and the storm that rolled over Po-Koro was far behind them. The stars shone bright against their dark blue canvas, and Takua savored their light while he could. That’s funny… he thought. The red star had moved. He didn’t remember how long it had been since the last time he had looked at it, but it was definitely in a different spot now. The fissure in the cavern’s ceiling soon closed in on itself, and Takua was swallowed by the darkness of the Underworld once again. He sat in their wagon, staring blankly into the distance as the Ussal crab ahead of him scuttled along. Turaga Onewa had been gracious enough to lend them the vehicle, if only so they would have somewhere to put their supplies and to rest their feet. It was just big enough for two Matoran to sit in with all of their supplies, and Aya occupied the other spot. Jaka walked casually along beside them, and Raipu and Nika were...Takua looked around. Nowhere to be found, apparently. They moved along with the rest of Po-Koro’s inhabitants, slowly and steadily making their way to Onu-Koro. There was an air of fear and uncertainty among them, and still people were running around trying to find their loved ones, praying that they hadn’t been caught in the battle. What if the soldiers couldn’t hold the Kryll? The people asked. What if the monsters came running into the caves to kill everyone? What if there was no room for them in Onu-Koro? What then? Takua sighed and fiddled with the Atouri around his neck. He just hoped Kokani was alright. “Look!” Jaka pointed at something up ahead of them, and Takua and Aya perked up. There, in between the darkness and multitudes of people ahead, they could make out the shapes of many Matoran, moving quickly in the opposite direction. As they came closer Takua could tell they were Onu-Matoran, all riding Ussal crabs. The Rahi moved at full speed, and people were clamoring to get out of the way as they rushed past. The sounds of the crab’s legs striking the stone floor echoed all around. Takua turned his head as the first of them whooshed by, heading for Po-Koro. There had to be at least a hundred of them, probably closer to two. All of them wore black armor and carried weapons, and for a moment Takua thought he recognized Illum in their midst, but no, that couldn't be right. Could it? Bows, swords, axes, and daggers all rattled against their armor as they went, and by the time they had passed, the cave seem especially still, especially quiet. “Reinforcements from Onu-Koro,” Jaka said. “Do you think they’ll make it in time?” Takua watched as they disappeared into the darkness behind them. “I don’t know.” That’s how it was now. Kokani was gone, they were forced to travel in the wrong direction from their goal in Ga-Koro, and an army of Kryll could come and attack them at any moment. Nothing was certain. Takua look back up at the cavern ceiling, wishing he could see the stars again. He might as well get used to it. ~~~ Kokani stood as the first drops of rain came down from the sky, wetting the dusty, bloodstained earth. He and the remaining soldiers now stood at the entrance to the caves, awaiting their final confrontation. Of the hundreds of Matoran that had comprised Po-Koro’s army, only the finest and bravest remained. Everyone else was either infected from the Kryll’s gas or dead. There were about fifty of them, all battle scared and bleeding. After hours upon hours of fighting, they were tired, but now was when they needed their strength the most. Now, when the battle had paused as the Kryll regrouped for their final assault, they were left with nothing but to dwell on all the lives that had been lost. Brothers, sisters, fathers and friends, all had fallen. The Kryll had spared no one. Kokani gazed out at his surroundings. The dark entrance to the caves loomed behind, forming a sharp contrast to the dusty courtyard before him, which was slowly turning to mud in the rain. Perhaps a hundred feet wide, a statue of Pohatu was its only decoration. Life-size, the Toa of Stone held his arms outstretched, as if to embrace the people of Po-Koro. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see the only remaining Po-Matoran captain looking at him. “It’s been an honor to fight with you Kokani,” the Matoran said quietly. His mask was splattered with blood, and Kokani couldn’t tell if it belonged to Kryll or Matoran. “You’re a good Matoran. Thank you...for everything.” Kokani clutched his side as he turned around. During the battle his wound had been ignorable, but now that his adrenaline had dissipated, the pain surged through him. “What’s your name, friend?” “Sorin,” the captain replied. The first lines of Kryll started to appear between the buildings at the outer edges of the courtyard. They stood there, holding their blades and staring at Po-Koro’s last defense as they waited for the rest of their forces to assemble. Kokani and Sorin gathered their warriors, slowly forming a line, blocking the entrance to the caves in single file. Clutching their wounds and their bloodstained blades, they waited for the Kryll to come. They waited for their doom. “Tell me Kokani,” Sorin said as he gazed blankly toward the Kryll. “Why don’t you run? These are not your people.” Kokani thought about it for a second, but he knew his answer. “We are all one people. And we must make our stand somewhere. It might as well be here.” More and more Kryll trickled into view, but they all waited at the edge of the courtyard. As their numbers grew, so did the noises they made. The light patting of rain on dirt was slowly replaced by their quiet, raspy chatter, which was in turn was replaced by chanting as their numbers grew from dozens to hundreds. And the rain came down as well, slowly and steadily pounding the ground, washing away dust and blood from the stones of the city. Lightning flashed, and Kokani gripped his sword as thunder pounded against his ears. His knuckles turned white as more and more warriors appeared, surrounding them on three sides. The chanting increased in volume, and even the drums started up again, pounding from somewhere behind the lines and lines of Kryll. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. Sorin smirked. “So how did you think it would all end? If it wasn’t this, how would you like to die?” “I always thought I would be alone when it happened,” Kokani was quiet for a moment. “Although I’m not sure if that’s what I would want.” Sorin nodded. “I’ve had a good life,” he gripped his sword with both hands, even as the Matoran beside him fidgeted. The Kryll grew louder and louder, pounding on their drums and chanting. “Now, all I need is a good death.” Lightning and thunder cracked through the sky, illuminating the King of the Kryll as he pushed his way through his ranks and stood in the open courtyard. Sorin chuckled. “And this is a good death.” Krosis raised his hand, and suddenly the Kryll grew quiet. He stood alone in his golden armor and red war paint, clutching his sword as he gazed at the statue of Pohatu, and the Matoran behind it. After a few moments of silence, he raised his arms and spoke. “Warriors of Po-Koro!” he addressed the soldiers guarding the caves. His voice boomed over the pouring rain, echoing against the empty buildings. He let his hands drop to his sides and casually strode to his left. “You’ve lost,” he said simply. The Kryll chuckled, clicked their mandibles excitedly. “I will give you a choice,” Krosis boomed. He waved his hands and there was rustling in the lines of kryll behind him. “You may stay where you are and die a slow, painful death at my hand, or you may surrender yourselves to me, and live.” The Kryll behind him parted, and Kokani recognized Noruk as he emerged from the masses. He carried a long chain, and Kokani watched in revulsion as the Kryll revealed Po-Matoran soldiers attached to it. Their wrists and ankles were bound, and all of them wore pitted, scarred, and infected masks. They stared listlessly, their minds broken by the gas, completely gone. “Some of your friends have already made their choice,” Krosis smirked. Kokani could tell that Krosis’ act frightened some of the soldiers. They looked at each other, suddenly losing their nerve. The mindless beings in front of them were their brothers, after all. To watch them fall in battle was one thing, but to see them turned into monstrous servants of the enemy…it was appalling. It was Sorin who stepped forward. “Do what you came here to do, Kryll!” he yelled, and then turned around to his warriors. “We are warriors of Po-Koro! We are the people of stone! We will not succumb to this monster’s mindless intimidation!” The warriors nodded. Some of them raised their weapons. “We will hold as long as we must against this sea of darkness! We will not die as cowards, but as heroes!” “Yeah!” Some of the warriors cried, more raised their swords, even some pounded their chest armor and stomped their feet. “We have defended our people, our friends, and our families! And if this is how it ends, then so be it!” The soldiers shouted, raising their fists, slamming their feet into the muddy earth, pounding on their armor as lightning once again flashed in the sky. Kokani gripped his blade, ready for the end. “So grant us our wish, minion of darkness!” Sorin spread his arms wide as the rain pounded against his armor, welcoming the thousands of Kryll to meet his blade. “Grant our wish, and bring us a warrior’s death!” Krosis stood still, his eyes narrow. His mouth barely moved as the words came out, quiet, yet powerful. “So be it.” With a single wave of his hand the thousands of Kryll charged, yelling as their voices mixed with those of Po-Koro’s warriors. The sounds of Po-Koro’s last stand echoed all throughout the desert as the two sides met, and steel clashed against steel for the last time. Kokani couldn’t see the stars above him. They were covered in clouds, and he only had eyes for the countless blades of his enemies. He hadn't gazed up at the stars to try and uncover the secrets of the Prophesies in days, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if he had. A new age was on its way, one born out of blood and fire, one brought about by beings of great power. If Kokani had looked up, perhaps he would have seen it coming. There was a comet in the sky, heading straight for Po-Koro. It burned a bright orange as it fell, careening through the sky as it ripped through the blackened clouds. But as it approached closer and closer to the earth, one would have been able to tell it wasn’t just any comet. It was something else entirely; it was something that would change the course of history. It was a canister.

It has come to my attention that the formatting for The Herald of Darkness is, quite frankly, messed up. Many chapters have lost all form of paragraphs, and others have lost all their quotation marks. I am not sure why this is or how it happened, but I am in the process of fixing it. It just might take a while. I would also like to address how bad I am at posting chapters. Yes, I am aware that it is very infrequent, and I apologize for that. I just have a lot of real life responsibilities (ew, responsibilities). However, if I go a very long time without posting, feel free to post here or PM me and tell me to get my life together, as I will never abandon this epic. Its my baby. So sorry for any inconvenience, and as always, thanks for reading!

Chapter 10 - The Way of Battle “Ready the catapults!” Kokani heard from overhead. The creaking of wood and rope followed. “Fire!” Ropes snapped and giant flaming boulders were let loose from their holders, sending them smashing them into the sea of Kryll on the other side of the wall. A few seconds passed, and the Kryll returned fire, sending their own flaming projectiles hurtling towards the city. They smashed into buildings, breaking stone and mortar, crushing any unfortunate soldier in their way. Kokani gave himself a mental smack. The battle for Po-Koro had begun. It was time to fight. He ran up the stairs to the top of the wall, but ducked and was forced to cover his head as chunks of rock flew over him. Gravel and dust erupted from the blast, reducing visibility of the already dusty air to no more than a few feet. Orders were being shouted all around, and he heard the creaking of ropes, signaling another counterattack was coming. Kokani looked behind him as he heard more screams, and he stumbled as a giant stone smashed into the wall, shaking the entire structure. He crouched, covering his head as he waited for the dust to clear, and peered over the wall. The Kryll swarmed, only a few hundred feet away from the base of the wall, and their numbers truly showed. They blanketed the desert sands far to the left and right, and there were uncountable rows of warriors behind the front lines. Siege towers and ladders stood just behind the first of them, slowly creeping their way forward. “Ready your bows!” he yelled at the Matoran stationed near him, committing himself to the fight. They obeyed without questioning who he was. Po-Koro’s troops were already in disarray, with too little officers to command them. “Fire!” Arrows shot through the air and landed among the masses of Kryll below. Some hit the ground, barbs piercing their armor, but the vast majority continued on. “Ram!” “The ram! Bring it down!” The yelling drew Kokani’s attention to the main gate, where, to his horror, he saw a giant battle ram fast approaching. It was armored on all sides, and the Po-Matoran’s arrows harmlessly bounced off it. “Take out that ram!” he repeated the message, yelling to the nearest catapult. The Matoran operating the war machine turned their cranks, and the contraption slowly twisted in the direction of the ram. Precious minutes ticked by as gears clicked against one another, but finally the siege engine was forced in position. A boulder was placed in its hatch and prepared to launch. “Fire!” The boulder flew up in the air. It careened toward the ram, smashing into the ground just short of it, killing a few unlucky Kryll. “Readjust and fire again!” Kokani ordered. A boulder smashed into the wall just to Kokani’s left, sending debris everywhere. He coughed, rubbing his eyes as something flew over the walls toward the catapult, but he wasn’t able to tell what it was. The dust cleared, and as he looked he found the soldiers at the catapult staring at the ground. Staring cautiously at metal cylinders with blinking lights. Kokani eye's widened, recognizing them. “Move! Run!” Too late. The explosives went off, and the catapult was torn to shreds. The Matoran were gone, either destroyed in the blast or blown off the wall. Slowly, a cloud of poison grey-green gas expanded from the scene. Kokani cursed and covered his mouth as he ran, putting as much distance between himself and the gas as possible. “Take out that ram!” he yelled to the other catapults as he sprinted towards the gate. It only took him a minute to reach it, and he slid down the steps, landing back in the dusty streets. The last of the civilians were running past him, heading for the caves on the other end of the city. “To the gate! Quickly!” The shouts of other officers and soldiers reached Kokani's ears. The Matoran army focused its attention on the ram, throwing whatever they could at it, from flaming arrows to boulders to even primitive disks. But the ram refused to fall. Its great, steel-tipped tree trunk smashed into the gate, creating a loud thud that sounded throughout the battle, and Kokani sprang into action. He ran, following many other soldiers, determined to help reinforce Po-Koro's doors, determined to keep the Kryll at bay. Extra timbers were brought forward and propped up against the gate, bracing it for impact. Soldiers slammed their bodies against giant wooden doors, in a desperate attempt to keep them from flying open. Still others stood back and readied their weapons, waiting for whatever may burst through. “Reinforce the gate!” Kokani called out to a group of soldiers running past. “You there! Find some timber and help reinforce the gate! They will not break through!” Boom! The ram on the other side of the gate unleashed its attack, forcing the soldiers back and splintering some of the wood. Everyone in the area winced at the deafening sound, if only for a second. “Yes sir!” The group of soldiers replied to Kokani's order. Then, in lower voices to themselves, “Did you see that? That was Kokani!” “He fights with us?” Kokani caught the piece of conversation just as the soldiers ran off to a building to salvage materials. Another crack came from the gate, pushing down support beams and cracking the great doors. The soldiers pushing against it, yelling as the force pushed them back a few feet, only to slam their bodies against the gate once more as soon as the attack stopped. “Steady!” Kokani called out. “Every moment you hold that door gives your families another moment of freedom!” The ram slammed into the gate again. Hinges groaned and timbers snapped in half as the ram’s attacks continued. Kokani yelled out again, “No matter how hard your body screams at you to stop, you will not surrender! You are soldiers of Po-Koro and Mata Nui! You will hold!” More and more soldiers gathered at the gate, preparing for the worst. Some looked back at their Ko-Matoran officer, wide eyed with astonishment. "Kokani...!" they whispered to each other. The ram slammed again, cracking timber, sending the weakest of the door's planks to the ground. Kokani caught a glimpse of the Kryll, waving their weapons and chanting in their horrible voices. “No matter what comes through that door, you will hold!” Boom! The main gate's main cross-brace cracked. The Kryll on the ram pulled back on their ropes one last time, in preparation for their final assault. The ram smashed into the gate, bursting through the main brace and smashing a hole through the wood and metal. Dust flew everywhere, obscuring Kokani's vision. The Po-Matoran soldiers who were close enough gazed in horror at the steel tip of the ram. Slowly, the Kryll began to pull it back, one more time. "Regroup!" Kokani yelled to the soldiers near the gate. "Fall back to me and form a line! Reform ranks!" The soldiers scrambled to do as they were told. Kokani stood with them, blade drawn, waiting for the final attack. He watched through the dust as the ram hovered in the air, before the Kryll let go of their ropes, and the mighty siege machine flew forward, crashing into the gates for the final blow. Kra-koom! The gates burst open. And Kokani’s heart skipped a beat. Instead of the storming chaos he was expecting, all was quiet. No Kryll came rushing in to fight and kill. Nothing moved except for the dust, slowly rising, obstructing his view of the hoard outside. “Steady!” he called out, fidgeting only slightly. The soldiers stood silent, their weapons drawn even with Kokani. “Whatever comes out of that dust, you will hold. You will­— “ Kokani shut his mouth as dozens of metal cylinders came flying out of the dust. They landed harmlessly around and throughout the soldiers. Tiny red lights blinked and quiet beeps went off everywhere. "Run!" Kokani ordered as he jumped away. "Get out of the way!" he covered his mouth and nose, ready for the gas. The soldiers scrambled to follow his orders, to go somewhere, anywhere, away from the tiny metal cylinders, but for many of them it was too late. They went off, absolutely decimating Kokani's line. Blood and gore and grey-green gas flew through the air, infecting any who were caught within the cloud. Kokani caught at the horrid scene from where he had rolled against a wall, just out of range. And then came the screams. The savage, deafening, screams of Kryll, and the sound of feet running towards them. The beasts came into view, wielding spiked maces and heavy armor. “Berserkers! Reform the line!” he yelled to anyone around who could still fight. These monstrous Kryll stood almost twice as tall as a Matoran, and were covered in spiked armor plating. Kokani tried to blot out their howls as they came at him, but it was no use. He stared straight at the largest one, seemingly their leader. “Charge!” They ran at the beasts, yelling. Kokani reached the first berserker and quickly dodged a massive arm by sliding between the beasts legs. He sprang to his feet, striking with his spear, piercing flesh through a crack in its armor. The Kryll howled in pain. Kokani yanked the blade out of the beasts back as it turned around and slammed it’s mace into the ground, just as Kokani dodged left. He struck again while the beast’s mace was stuck in the ground, and promptly lopped off its hand. Blood leaked out of the severed limb. Wham! Kokani felt a mace slam into his side, knocking him over and sending him sliding a few feet in the sandy earth. He groaned as he spit sand out of his mouth and touched his side. He felt blood, but didn't have time to do anything about it. The second berserker ran toward him, raising its mace above, ready for the killing blow. The heavy club crashed into the dirt, just milliseconds after Kokani rolled away and got to his feet. Realizing his spear was too far away; he pulled a dagger from his belt, pivoting behind the Kryll as it lumbered to keep up with his speed. Kokani jumped atop its back, sinking his steel into the armor gap by its neck, and with a swift movement from his hand he ended the beast’s life. As Kokani jumped off of the giant corpse, he spared a second to see how his troops were doing. It wasn't good. In front of him he saw soldiers getting crushed by the Kryll's might, warrior and berserker alike. The majority of the Matoran were untrained, and the Kryll possessed superior size and strength. Kokani mustered up his strength and ran back to the battle. He fought and he fought, slaying every Kryll he came across. Every Matoran he came to aid he commanded to stick with him, and soon he had reformed his squad. They positioned themselves between two buildings on the main road and took down the invaders as they came charging through, but there was always more. For every one Kokani struck down with his bladed staff, two more replaced it. For every step of ground they gained, they were forced two back. For every successful confrontation, another Matoran met their end. They were simply overwhelmed. But no matter what, they couldn't run. They fought for their home, for their families, for the hope of a better future. Kokani knew this. They were all brothers in combat now. They fought on, even as the sun disappeared below the horizon, and the city was only lit by the fires of burning homes. They fought on as their brothers fell and died beside them, as their muscles tired and their bones ached and the ground was stained red with blood. Bodies of Matoran and Kryll littered the city, and the stench of burning flesh overpowered all. But as the hours went on it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now except killing the next enemy. Kokani dodged a spear from a Kryll and sunk his blade into its torso, and he thought about this fact. Such was the way of battle. No matter what happens, eventually, inevitably, you become numb to it all. “Captain Kokani!” Kokani turned around. A group of soldiers was running towards him. “Captain!” the leader said again as he reached the Ko-Matoran. “The eastern and southern gates are destroyed, and the troops assigned to them are gone. There are a few pockets of order here and there, but they are infected with the gas and won’t last long.” The Po-Matoran motioned to the dozen warriors behind him and the group of just over thirty that still fought with Kokani. "We are all that is left." Kokani looked around, taking in the bodies, the blood, the carnage. And he nodded his head solemnly. It was time. “Fall back!” he called out. “Retreat to the caves!” And everywhere soldiers relayed the message. “Retreat!” “Fall back!” “The city is lost!”

Chapter 9 - Heroes Takua flew down the stairs and off the top of the wall, running in the opposite direction of the Kryll. Terrified Matoran sprinted about the streets, and the more distance Takua put between him and the wall the more people were present. Po-Koro's corridors and alleyways weren't meant for moving crowds, and he was eventually forced to shove his way forward in order to keep up with his friends. But even then he seemed to be losing ground. "Hey!" he called out. "Wait up!" Straining to see above the heads of other Matoran, he briefly made eye contact with Jaka, but then the crowd shifted, cutting off his gaze. He cursed and pushed his way through as fast as he could, squeezing his shoulders between moving bodies. "Citizens to the caves!" Takua heard to his left, and turned to see Turaga Onewa and a guard directing Matoran about. More shouts sounded from behind him. But these shouts weren't directing the people, they were shouting for cover; shouting at others to look up, to watch the sky. Takua knew what that meant. Thinking quickly, he knelt down and covered his head, just seconds before boulders crashed into the city around him, shattering the clay houses and raining rock and dirt upon the people. The barrage lasted only a few seconds, but people were screaming, and chaos erupted. They surged forward, paying no attention to Takua as he struggled to get up. Knees and elbows smacked him as Matoran ran past, and it became a battle just to get back to his feet, just to keep himself from being trampled. He was about to start moving again, but then— Crash! A giant boulder smashed into a building to his left, just above where the Turaga was standing. The building crumbled, letting loose a plume of dust as it collapsed, right on top of Onewa and his guard. Takua looked over in shock, wondering what to do. In the chaos he'd lost his friends, and he knew he had to stay with them. But it seemed as if no one had even noticed the Turaga. Cursing to himself, he pushed Matoran out of his way as he made for collapsed building. He slid to a stop at the foot of the rubble as he looked around frantically for any sign of life. There! Just to his right he could see Onewa's guard, buried up to his waist in shattered clay bricks. He ran over and started pulling rubble off the Matoran. "Are you alright!?" "I'm fine!" the guard yelled, frantically searching around him as he managed to free one of his legs. "Where's the Turaga?" "I don't know!" Takua grunted as he pulled more dirt and clay off the Matoran. It only took a few minutes, and soon enough the guard stood up, shaking the dust off his armor. "Over here!" he yelled as soon as he was free, hurdling what remained of the boulder as he pulled at pieces of the collapsed building. Takua followed him. The Turaga's staff stuck out of the rubble, bent and broken. And there, just a few feet from it was a hand: Onewa's hand. He helped the guard dig through the collapsed building, throwing chunks of it behind them as they desperately tried to uncover the Turaga. They threw back armful after armful, and slowly the Turaga became visible. The guard plunged his hands into the rubble and lifted, and Onewa coughed as he was pulled back into the sunlight. He screamed in pain. "Turaga! What's wrong?" Onewa motioned to his leg, still covered in the rubble, and Takua jumped into action. A large timber and collapsed on it, and it took all his might just to move the beam. With a scraping sound he lifted it a few inches, and the guard freed the Turaga from the pile. Just as Takua let the beam back down and staggered out of the rubble, he saw Kokani pushing his way towards them, through the masses of Matoran. "Whats going on?" Kokani slid to a halt. "Takua, where have you been?" "Never mind the boy," Onewa gasped, holding in his pain as he motioned for the guard to find a healer. "He's a good lad. But he has to flee with the others now." "Good," Kokani said, motioning for Takua to come with him. But Onewa grabbed Kokani's arm as he turned away. "But while you're still here Kokani, please..." he stopped to wince, taking a few deep breaths before going on. It was obvious from his dented armor that his leg was broken. "...Reconsider my offer." "We have to go now, Takua," came Kokanis curt reply, completely ignoring the Turaga. "Kokani, please!" Onewa said as he coughed, spewing dust from his lungs. "What about unity? What about duty?" "I have my own duty I must perform. And it is not my destiny to die here." "We need you! My days of battle are over, and I am no commander. You give my people hope, much more than I could ever give them now. Please, I need you to lead my troops." "I will not lead your people to death," Kokani abruptly answered. "Hope or no hope, you cannot win this battle. You are outnumbered ten to one, for Mata Nui's sake. When the Kryll break your walls, everyone in this city will die, and there is nothing either of us can do about it." "...I know," The Turaga said, gripping his leg. "But you...you can at least buy us time. I have received word from Illum, and our brothers in the Underworld are sending their best soldiers. Once the citizens are in the caves we can take the tunnels to Onu-Koro, where we will be safety. Po-Koro will fall, but its people must survive." Kokani shook his head. Onewa locked eyes with Kokani, gripping his arm tighter. "The Kryll will storm the caves and slaughter us like animals without you! All I ask is that you buy us some time." "Goodbye, Turaga," he wrenched his arm free from Onewa's grasp and started to walk away. "Don't throw this away! I'm giving you a chance to save lives!" Onewa yelled. In his crippled state, it was all he could do to keep Kokani's attention. Then, his voice went deeper, and took on a more commanding tone. "You can still make up for the ones you've ruined." Takua watched as Kokani froze and looked over his shoulder. The chaos of the streets seemed to stop for a moment, and the sounds of battle went quiet. Takua glimpsed that unnerving fire in Kokani's eyes, but like always, a second later it was gone. The Ko-Matoran turned around to face Onewa. "If I don't make it back, you must watch over him," he said, motioning to Takua over his shoulder. "He has to reach Ga-Koro." "I will do everything in my power," Onewa answered. "What?" Takua blurted in. "Kokani you cant just leave! We need you!" Kokani knelt down so he was at eye level with Takua. "Go to the caves and meet up with the others. Aya can look after you, she knows the way. She's a good fighter, too." "But...what about you?" "With any luck, Ill see you in Onu-Koro." Takua didn't expect to feel so strongly about this. He and Kokani hadn't exactly ever seen eye to eye, but the thought of him leaving was terrifying. Kokani was the only reason they'd made it this far. Kokani was the reason he'd eluded Krosis and Saku. He was the reason they'd made it to Nuju's council. He was even the reason they'd made it out of Le-Koro! All of Takua's adventures, everything that had happened so far, all of that was because of Kokani. "You know that's not going to happen!" Takua blurted out. "You know how this is going to end!" Their conversation stopped for a moment as a boulder crashed into a house across the street. Matoran screamed as the structure collapsed. "You need to go now, Takua," Kokani said, turning away as he walked towards the gate. Towards the chaos. But Takua's couldn't let him leave. "Remember what you said to Raipu!?" his voice cracked. "Heroes don't exist! So don't try to be one!" Kokani paused only a second to look over his shoulder. "Don't be a fool, Takua." The corners of his Akaku turned up, and he let out a subtle smile. "Heroes will always exist, as long as you believe in them." And with that, Kokani was swallowed up by the crowd, leaving Takua alone with the injured Turaga. Takua stood there for minutes, unmoving, refusing to believe what had just happened. Kokani was gone, probably never to return, and here he was, alone in a city under siege. He didn't move as the healer came to put Onewa's leg in a splint and wrapped up his injuries. He didn't move as the people pushed around him, slowly making their way to the caves. It was only when he felt a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back to reality, turning around to see Jaka and Aya staring at him. It was Jaka who spoke first. "Wheres Kokani?" he asked quietly. Takua looked him in the eye and swallowed, trying but failing to hide his emotions. "...We have to go, Jaka." And so, without a word, they turned around and made for the caves. Jaka looked at Takua, trying to uncover what had happened, but Aya seemed to know. She looked over her shoulder every few seconds, stoic, but worried, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the Ko-Matoran. But he never appeared, and Takua couldn't find the words speak. It had all happened so fast. One minute Kokani was there, right by his side, and the next...gone. Without a trace. It took them quite a while to reach the back of the city, but by the time they did everything had changed. The air was calm here, out of reach from the Kryll's catapults. The entrance to the caves stood at the far end of a large courtyard, a gaping hole in a rock mesa, easily thirty feet wide at the base. No barrier separated the caves from the rest of the city, and a steady stream of people entered the blackness, lighting the way with torches, lanterns, and lightstones. When they reached the entrance Takua stopped. He turned around to look towards the front gate, now barely visible over the buildings. The Kryll's drums sounded like far-off thunder now, and the chaos of battle seemed a world away. Here, everything seemed at peace. "He has to come back," Takua said. Perhaps if he said it aloud, it would become truth. "He has to...right?" "He will," Aya replied. She nodded, reassuring Takua as best she could. But Takua could only sigh, placing his hands atop his head. "...How do you know?" "If you've been around the places I've been," Aya smiled as she walked through the entrance. If her confidence was a facade, she faked it well. "You'd know that you just can't kill a Matoran like Kokani." "I just..." Takua watched the gate for a moment more before following his friends into the blackness of the Underworld. "...I hope you're right."

Chapter 8 - The Drums of War Kokani pushed back the cloth hanging from the doorway to the healer’s quarters, and Takua entered close behind him. The two found Aya and Jaka sitting where they had left them just a few hours ago. Their bags were packed, their weapons were sheathed, and they seemed ready to move at a moment’s notice. “We’re leaving,” Kokani said shortly. It was obvious he was in a bad mood. “But we don’t have the time or supplies go straight to Ga-Koro.” Jaka and Aya both gave him worried looks, but Kokani continued before they could say anything. “The Kryll will be here by nightfall at the latest, so leaving through the main gate is out of the question. As much as I hate to admit it, our only option is to take the tunnels to Onu-Koro. It’s a large detour, but...” he glanced at Takua. “...I suppose we’re used to taking those by now.” “Hey, I did what I thought was right, and I have to say that that worked out pretty well!” Takua defended himself. “Both of you, shut up!” Aya interjected, cutting their argument off before it could get any worse. There was a moment of quiet as Kokani and Takua turned to look at her. “It’s Raipu,” she said, her mask worried. “He’s gone.” ~~~ Takua ran through the crowded city streets. People were yelling and crying, running this way and that, carrying their valuables, holding the hands of children, and even stealing from abandoned market stalls. Guards and soldiers were shouting orders, carrying timber to reinforce the main gate, and otherwise readying the city for war. It was, in a nutshell, chaos. Takua shook his head. As Aya had put it, she and Jaka were packing up their supplies when Nika had burst in, muttering about how Raipu had mentioned joining the soldiers, and had disappeared when no one was looking. Takua and Jaka went one way to look for him, and Aya and Kokani went another, following Nika. Of all the times to run off, why now? Takua thought as he shoved his way into the city square. What was Raipu thinking? They had to leave the city before the Kryll arrived, and considering that Raipu’s wounds were still healing, there was no way he’d be able to fight. Takua scrambled on top of a large crate, trying to see over the hundreds of panicked Matoran. As he did, the giant shells sounded, drowning out the noise of the crowd in three short bursts. Out from the pandemonium, a slow trickle of Matoran started to gather in the center of the square, and members of the guard appeared, inviting them into the town hall. Takua watched as the large wooden doors of Po-Koro’s arsenal were shoved open, and guards started handing out spears, shields, and bows to the common people. “Makuta is upon us!” Turaga Onewa’s voice reached Takua’s ears from across the square. “If you are willing and able, I welcome you to join the ranks of our guard! It is time we fight!” Those who had already been given armor and weapons were moved to key areas, where guardsmen instructed them about their stations, and how to fight. Perhaps the sight of their neighbors in full armor was inspiring, as the small trickle of Matoran answering the call to battle became a creek, then a stream, and then a river. Slowly, steadily, surely, the army of Po-Koro began to form. “You see him anywhere?” Jaka came up from behind Takua, diverting his attention back to the matter at hand. "No, but if he wanted to join the soldiers, I bet he’s at that arsenal.” The two hopped down from their crate and pushed their way across the square, calling out Raipu’s name through it all. More Matoran had gathered, and not only militia. Women, children and elderly stood about as well, talking to each other nervously, wondering what was going on, what kind of threat approached the city. As Takua pushed his way through their mass, he noticed the Turaga standing atop a pile of crates so that he was visible to everyone. “Citizens of Po-Koro!” he addressed them. Their chatter gradually died down as all eyes turned toward him. “As you know, the great warning shells have been blown, which means evil is knocking on our doorstep. An army of Kryll is approaching us, one designed to break our walls; to capture our city!” The crowd gasped and murmured. “Kryll?” "Those barbarians?" “What do they want with us?” Heads turned to watch as a few squads of militia jogged past, heading for the walls as their armor glinted in the sun. They looked like strong, disciplined, full-time soldiers, trained to do what was necessary to protect the city. But as Takua watched them march, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. He knew that underneath their helmets, he would see looks of fear. Just minutes ago they were common people, receiving weapons and armor at the arsenal. Very few of these soldiers had ever seen combat. Onewa continued his speech. “All those able to fight, I urge you into the hall, where you will be armed and positioned for the safety of our people! As for those unwilling or unable, I suggest you flee to the caverns in the back of the city; you will be safe there. I have sent word to our brothers in Onu-Koro, and I know they will come to our aid if need be.” Takua and Jaka finally managed to push their way out of the throng, and ran up to the nearest guard, who was busy handing out shields to whoever would take them. “Have you seen a Po-Matoran about our age wearing a Hau?” Takua asked him. The guard gave him a bland look. “I’ve seen about a hundred Matoran like that. Whoever you’re looking for, they’re probably already on the main wall.” Takua cursed. “Come on, Jaka.” The two turned heel and ran in the direction of the main gate. Their footsteps pounded against the hard earth as the last words of Turaga Onewa’s speech flooded their ears. “But do not be afraid! We are the people of stone! We shall not fall to those who bring steel and fire against us! We have pushed back Makuta before, and we shall do it again! We shall be victorious!” The two Matoran pushed their way past guards and citizens alike, but the closer they got to the gate the more of the former were present. They hurried about in groups of ten or twelve, shouting orders and carrying timber and stone and rope and fire, and any other material that might be useful in the coming conflict. The sound of gears clanking reached their ears as massive catapults perched atop the walls were readied and loaded with boulders. Armor clanked and shields scraped as swords and spears were sharpened, but as Takua and Jaka drew near the main gate, another, much more ominous sound reached their ears. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. Takua paused as he heard it, looking back at Jaka. The booming repeated itself, over and over again, never pausing for more than a few seconds. “...What is that?” Jaka closed his eyes and focused on the far-away sound, trying to block out all the jarring noise of the guards all around them. After a moment or two, he opened his eyes. “Drums.” Takua spun around and stared at the huge stone wall in front of them. They were drums; that much was certain. Giant drums sounding from the endless sands on the other side of the wall. Drums, pounded repeatedly as thousands of beings marched towards them, ready for battle, ready for bloodshed. The drums of war. Without saying a word Takua sprinted forward. They were running out of time, and Raipu was still out there. He climbed the nearest staircase to the top of the wall and looked around. There were guards everywhere. They stood, side by side at the edge of the parapet, staring out into the desert as if to welcome to the incoming army. Their motionless armor shined in the setting sun as the Kryll’s drums pounded and pounded. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. Takua walked along behind them, trying to see beneath each guard’s helmet as he moved past. Every mask he saw looked scared, nervous, or completely devoid of emotion. But he didn’t see Raipu. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. The drums grew louder by the minute, and eventually the sounds drifting up from the city began to subside. The clanking and scraping and hammering slowly fell silent as the workers and guards looked up to the top of the wall with fear. The sound of the drums echoed, bouncing against houses and towers, reverberating in every being’s ears. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. Takua felt Jaka tap him on the shoulder, and his friend pointed at a member of the guard standing a dozen feet in front of them. The being was clad in the same armor as everyone else, but he leaned on his spear and clutched his side. He swayed back and forth ever so slightly, as if he had been wounded. Wounded, in the exact same spot as Raipu. “Raipu!” Takua yelled. The guard fidgeted and turned to look at them, revealing a shiny new Hau. Raipu looked shocked at their appearance, but quickly regained his nerve as they ran up to him. “I’m staying,” he said calmly. “No, you’re not,” Jaka retorted. “You’re coming to Onu-Koro with us. There’s still time to get out of here!” Raipu looked at them both. “This is my home. I already lost Le-Koro, I’m not going to stand by while Po-Koro falls too!” A hand pushed Takua out of the way before he could say anything, and Kokani walked past him. The Ko-Matoran looked at Raipu, dressed in the armor of a guardsmen, leaning on his spear and clutching his side. His voice was cold. “You’re going to die, Raipu." Raipu blinked, taken aback at his words, but he opened his mouth anyways. “You don’t know that!” “I do.” Kokani looked at the Po-Matoran’s Hau, letting his words sink in. “I’ve seen enough bloodshed to know that you’re not a warrior. Come with us. Nika and Aya are waiting at the entrance to the caves. Live to see another day.” “I won’t!” “Tell me Raipu, are you a hero?" Kokani practically hissed in Raipu’s ear. "Do you have the strength of the Toa? Can you change the course of battle? Because somehow, I don’t think so. Somehow, I think that if you fight in this war, you’ll die. You’ll die just like every other Matoran standing on this wall, and no one will remember you. No one will tell the tale of how you valiantly fought and died for your people, and no one will sing songs about your courage in the face of death. No matter what you do, this city will fall, and no one is coming to save it. Whether you like it or not, the Toa have been gone a long time. Heroes don’t exist anymore.” Kokani paused as Raipu looked up at him, his eyes confused and scared. “So don’t try and be one.” And a horn sounded from beyond the wall, a deep bass note that vibrated though the air, almost similar to Po-Koro's warning shells, but more savage, more tribal. It waxed and waned for a few moments as everyone stood still, and Takua watched as Kokani locked eyes with Raipu. With every second that the note played, more and more spirit was drained from the Po-Matoran, and by the time the Kryll’s war horn cut the note from the air, Raipu’s will to fight was gone, and there was only silence to fill the gap. It was time. The masses of Kryll yelled and chanted and roared, and all at once their catapults were let loose. The giant heads of the war machines flew upward, sending flaming boulders soaring through the air. Takua watched in horror as they soared over the walls and smashed into buildings, crushing them and setting fire to the ruins. Matoran screamed and cried, guards yelled to ready their own catapults for the counterattack, and chaos, once again, reigned. “Come on!” Kokani yelled as he covered his head and turned to leave. Raipu hesitated only a moment before following him, clutching his side and hanging his head in despair. Jaka walked behind him, making sure he didn’t stumble, and the three made their way off the wall, heading for safety. As Takua turned to follow them, his eyes caught the empty space left by Raipu in the line of guards. Unable to help himself, he leaned his head to see over the wall, and the sight terrified him. Thousands upon thousands of Kryll stretched as far as the eye could see, chanting and beating their weapons together. Dozens of siege towers and catapults dotted their ranks, and the light of a thousand torches shone out in the dying daylight. And the whole time the drums pounded, sending their message to everyone in the city of Po-Koro: the Kryll were coming. Death was coming. Boom, ba-boom. Boom, ba-boom. Takua turned and ran. The battle for Po-Koro had begun.

Chapter 7 - The Coming Storm Takua groaned, rubbing his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them. The ceiling of fabric hung low above his head, and it brushed against the top of his mask as he sat up on his cot. Staring at the stone floor, he shook his head, mumbling to himself. "Another dream about him..." It was the same one he'd had back in Ko-Wahi, while trying to escape the Rahi-Nui. The same ivory-white tower called him towards its summit, but as he tried to reach it, Saku hunted him down. But, like the first time, it wasn't the Saku Takua knew. In his dreams, the Toa was warped and twisted. He became a monster, stalking him not to claim the Atouri, but to devour his flesh, to rip him apart with tooth and claw. Takua shuddered thinking about it, pushing it out of his mind as fast as he could. It was only a dream. Getting up, he took his first clear look at the room. Upon reaching Po-Koro, the guards at the gate had rushed him and his company to the nearest healer, located just beneath Turaga Onewa's tower. Dehydrated, and practically hallucinating, Takua hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. But now, as he gazed at the dimly lit room, he realized that it felt more like he was inside a tent, rather than a stone chamber. Intricately decorated cloth was hung from the ceiling and draped over the stone walls, and a cluster of candles by his cot illuminated the space in a soft, yellow glow. The solid stone floor felt cool against his feet as he stood up. Aside from his lumpy, well-worn cot and his pack sitting in the far corner, the room was empty. Still feeling a bit dizzy, he took a swig from his water gourd. He wasn't sure what had happened to everyone else, as he had previously been too occupied with water, food and rest, but he figured they had to be close. He left the room through an empty doorway, and after a short walk down a narrow, dim hallway, he found Aya and Jaka sitting in a circular chamber, sharing a loaf of bread and a pitcher of water. Their faces lit up as he entered, and Takua took a seat beside them on a padded bench. He blinked, sitting there as his head cleared, still just a little bit groggy. "Good morning," he greeted them quietly. "Sleep well? Want some bread? Its fresh!" Jaka responded cheerfully. Takua nodded and took a slice as Aya filled up his gourd. "Kokani's talking with the Turaga. We're supposed to wait here until he gets back." "Oh, check it out," Jaka interjected, his mouth half full of bread. He pulled out a small jar. "Jam!" The haze finally having lifted from his brain, Takua took the jar and looked at the reddish-purple jelly. It was like seeing a long-lost friend, someone whom he'd completely forgotten about, but now that they were reunited all his memories came rushing back. How long had it been since he'd tasted jam? Too long. He spread the stuff on his bread and took a bite. The cool, fruity taste soothed his throat and he leaned back and closed his eyes. "This...is delicious." "Right?" Jaka seemed very excited about the concept. "So good!" Aya rolled her eyes, instead content to bite into an apple that had been left by the healer. They three of them sat in silence for a bit, enjoying the presence of each others company until the sound of fabric being pushed away caught Takua's attention. A Po-Matoran girl stood in the doorway, seemingly a bit younger than him. A light grey Kaukau rested on her face, concealing two big, blue eyes. She seemed uncertain about her surroundings, as if she was very worried. She was slim, and seemed a bit awkward from the way she carried herself, but it wasn't until Takua noticed her hands that he gave her his full attention. Her knuckles were white, grasping a rusted, scarred, and infected mask: Raipu's mask. Takua stood up in an instant, letting his bread fall to the floor. "Raipu..." The Matoran's gaze traveled from Takua to Jaka and Aya, and slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up. She let loose a sweet, innocent smile as she spoke up, letting her words tumble out. "He's going to be okay. Thank you all so much for what you've done." There was a collective sigh of relief as everyone relaxed. Jaka turned to Takua and smiled. "We did it." Aya stood up and motioned to Takua and the girl. "Takua, this is Nika. You know, the one he told us about?" Takua nodded at the girl, and she grinned back, her smile covering most of her mask. "Nika, its nice to finally meet you," he said cheerfully as he looked her up and down. So this was the girl who had managed to worm her way into Raipu's heart; this quiet, innocent girl with big blue eyes. The two were almost opposites, but it seemed fitting in a way. "Its nice to meet you too!" she bubbled. "Would you like to come see him? He woke up just a little bit ago." They nodded, and followed her through the doorway and into a winding passage. In a few minutes they reached Raipu's room, and as Takua pushed back the cloth hanging in the doorway, he gazed upon the weary Po-Matoran. A brand new Hau rested on his face, replacing the infected one that Nika still held in her hands. It glimmered in the dim light as the healer changed his bandages, offering a stark contrast to his wounds and dirty armor. He looked much healthier since the last time Takua had seen him, and as Raipu turned to see who was entering and he made eye contact with Takua. It was unsettling, so say the least "Its good to see you getting better," Takua managed to say, breaking a few seconds of silence. He wasn't sure what to expect from his reunion with the Po-Matoran, but it wasn't this. Raipu's eyes locked onto Takua's, but he said nothing in reply. "...Are you okay?" Jaka asked. Raipu nodded his head quietly, pulling his eyes away from Takua as he turned his attention to Nika. She poured five cups of water from a pitcher that rested on a small table next to the bed, passing them out to everyone. She looked at everyone, raising her own cup happily. "To friendship," she said as she smiled. "For without it, Raipu wouldn't have ever made it home. Thank you, everyone." "To friendship," Takua murmured as everyone responded to the simple toast. He sipped the water, and looked back at Raipu, who now avoided his gaze. Nika, still happy at Raipu's recovery, seemed oblivious to the tension building in the room, but Takua certainly felt it. He couldn't escape it. A question burned in his mind, but he shouldn't ask it. It was too soon; it would be rude. "What do you remember, Raipu?" Takua blurted out, cutting off his own thoughts. The room went silent, and Raipu didn't move. Nika had placed the infected Hau in the corner of the room, and Raipu stared at it as he gripped his cup tighter and tighter, until his knuckles turned white. Finally, he managed to speak. "Everything." Takua nodded. He had hoped for otherwise. The events of the Motara desert wouldn't be forgotten; they wouldn't be pushed away. He knew that Raipu couldn't control himself, and that he had only done what was necessary to keep them both alive, but in the end they had wronged each other, in ways not easily let go. Takua turned his head, quietly excusing himself as he pushed the fabric out of the doorway, stepping through with a heavy heart. He sighed, staring down the dark hallway. Nothing would be forgiven, and nothing would be forgotten. ~~~ The sun was setting, highlighting the western side of every building in the city with a golden glow. Countless clay and rock houses were piled up and around each other, only stopping to give way to narrow city streets or giant towers that soared above the city's walls. Takua could even see a kohlii stadium on the far end of the city; a decline of seats led down to the field, which was sunken into the ground so that all could view the game. Po-Koro's great rock walls loomed behind the field, providing shelter and defense from the harsh desert beyond. Takua gazed out from the balcony he found himself on, connected to a large conference room with one wall open to the air. A long table with many chairs sat in the center of the room, undoubtedly a place where the Turaga met with nobles and advisors to discuss...well, whatever it was those types of people discussed. Kokani stood at one end of the table, waiting silently, patiently. The Turaga had requested his presence, along with Takua's. And now...they waited. Takua pulled one of the chairs from the table, sitting backwards on it as he sighed. But of course, the moment he sat down the room's only door swung open, revealing the small shape of one Takua instantly recognized as Turaga Onewa. Scrambling to his feet, the two Matoran bowed in respect, but before either of them could say anything the Turaga spoke up. "So this is the boy?" His voice was course but loud, somehow containing a youthfulness that defied the Turaga's appearance. He shuffled over to Takua, his ceremonial hammer tapping against the floor. "This is him," Kokani nodded. Takua looked at Onwea as the Turaga inspected him. He was extremely old. His mask was lined and scarred from his countless years, and he relied heavily on his hammer to walk. But his mind was very much alive. "I pictured you taller, Takua," Onewa said. Takua blinked, not sure how exactly to respond. "...I'm sorry?" The Turaga looked him up and down. He paused, touching the Atouri around Takua's neck for a moment. "I don't understand. Why him? What's so special about him? He's just like any other Matoran his age." "It was Matau's wish," Kokani replied, almost automatically. "Hmm," Onwea cleared his throat. "Mata Nui works in mysterious ways indeed." The setting sun shone through the archway to the balcony, casting an orange glow over the whole room. "Am I correct in saying that you have come here to warn me of the approaching Kryll? Po-Koro is a bit out of the way if you are traveling to Ga-Koro." "We had...a bit of a setback." Kokani glanced at Takua for a second. "But yes; they are much more powerful than we thought. They have siege towers, catapults, battering rams; their army was built to break your walls, Turaga." "I do not doubt you, Kokani. They have been growing stronger for years now. It was only a matter of time until this happened." "Krosis and Saku are with them." "Saku is dangerous, but he holds no power over the Kryll. He will be present only as Makuta's eyes; to make sure Krosis carries out his wishes." Onewa leaned against his staff and sighed. "But Krosis is a fierce leader. He has united the Kryll's tribes into a powerful empire, and he leads his people with passion and fire. They will kill for him, and they will die for him." He looked back at Kokani, his orange eyes suddenly very serious. "I must ask you: will you fight for us?" Kokani looked at the Turaga, a bit taken aback from the request. "Is that why you called me here?" Then, with unblinking eyes he answered the question. "No." "My scouts tell me that their forces are ten thousand strong. Our city guard measures roughly one. We are a city of traders, not warriors. We will not survive this battle without you, Kokani." "I am only one Matoran. You talk as if I can change the tide of battle." "You know why I say that." Kokani stared at the Turaga for a moment before turning quickly to Takua. "Were leaving, Takua. Clearly the Turaga is having delusions." "Wait, what?" Takua stumbled as Kokani started pushing him towards the door. Kokani acted as if Onwea had insulted him. "I just got here!" "We need you Kokani!" Onewa's voice scratched as the Ko-Matoran walked away. "You know that more than anyone!" "I have no duty to your people, nor is it my destiny to die with you here." Kokani snapped as he closed the door, separating them both from the Turaga. Takua looked at Kokani, wondering what the Turaga had meant. He wanted to ask, but he knew Kokani wouldn't give him an answer. He never did. "So...what do we do now?" Kokani sighed, folding his arms and rubbing his temple. "I don't know, Takua." He turned and walked down the hall, and Takua followed him, confused and worried about what the coming hours would bring. The Kryll were too close for them the leave the city and make a break for Ga-Wahi, but if they stayed here they might very well end up dead, or as Krosis' prisoners. Takua struggled to think of which he would prefer. Kokani led him back the way they had come, past countless windows the overlooked the City of Stone. But then, all of a sudden, a gigantic bass note filled the air, vibrating very stone at Takua's feet. He spun around, looking out the nearest window to see guards all across the city, blowing into gigantic shells that sat atop only the tallest of towers. The note carried across the stone buildings; a deafening, resonating sound that hadn't been heard in an age. And Takua knew it could only be one thing: a call to arms. The people of Po-Koro looked up in fear and panic, and the streets came alive with Matoran running to their homes, running to safety, running to protect themselves from the as of yet unknown threat. Takua looked to the horizon, seeing desert sands engulfed in grey, and he knew that two storms were rapidly approaching: one, a storm of wind, water, and lightning, and the other, a storm of blades, axes, and arrows. Takua took a deep breath, following Kokani as quickly as he could. The Kryll were on their way.

On the topic of outlines: I do outline, although very briefly. The majority of my story I already have planned out in my head, so I use that as my main jumping-off point, but I find it does help to note down key points, just to make sure I cover everything and don't leave any plot holes. Aside from that: does anyone have any ideas/tips on how to get people to review your work? I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a very active member of bzpower (especially recently), but I do try to post in various forums to get my name out there. I know feedback isn't the most important thing in the world, but I would like to see if I am accomplishing what I set out to do with my story. Plus, I'm only human, and I just want people to read what I work on, you know?

Chapter 6 - Echoes of Home “Raipu,” Aya whispered. “It’s time to wake up.” The Po-Matoran lay on the sand, motionless. His rusted mask seemed fitting now, considering the shape he was in. His eyes were dark, his lips were cracked and dry, and his skin was tight and leathery. The bloody bandages wrapped around his side had dried, sticking to his wounds as dirt and sand crusted around their edges. "Raipu…" No answer. Aya's eyes widened as the situation dawned on her. "Raipu!" She knelt down and placed her head on his chest, watching for any movement, and listening for a heartbeat. Both were very faint, but present. The Po-Matoran was, thankfully, still alive. “We have to hurry," she said, turning to the rest of the group. “He’ll be dead by tomorrow morning if we don’t find him aid.” Takua nodded as he threw his pack on his shoulders. His gourd bumped against his hip, and he listened to the water slosh around inside. It was almost empty. They packed up quickly and quietly, and set off in the direction of Po-Koro. The urgency of their situation had fully hit home, and they moved as fast as they could. Takua’s bruised throat stung as he breathed in the hot air, but he never complained. He refused to carry Raipu on the basis that he couldn’t breathe well enough for the burden, but in reality he was just bitter. He knew he shouldn’t be, he knew it wasn't really Raipu's fault. But he couldn’t help it. They walked past sand dunes, boulders, and even a few canyons and cliffs, but no matter how far the trekked, how fast they went, the horizon never got any closer. Po-Koro never appeared. It was true what Po-Matoran said about this endless desert: it never seemed to end. Takua's lungs hurt, his legs ached, and his feet burned with every step. The sun blazed above him, bathing him in searing rays of heat and light. He unlatched his water gourd from his pack, taking a sip. The water filled his mouth and cooled his sore throat, and he let out a sigh of relief as he separated the gourd from his lips. Without slowing his intense pace, he took another drink, but this time only a few drops found their way into his mouth. He shook it, waiting for more, but he quickly realized it was empty. No, he thought. This can't be happening. It seemed like only last night it was half full. He couldn't possibly have drank so much so fast...could he? He looked up at the sun. It glared down at him menacingly, and Takua began to panic. What would he do without water!? Calm down, he told himself. With any luck they’d be in Po-Koro in a few hours, and he’d be alright. Yeah, he nodded to himself, deciding not to say anything. They had to be close by now. But they weren’t. The hours passed, and the sun moved ever so slowly across the sky. He didn’t think it was right to ask the others for water. Kokani needed his, as he was carrying Raipu. Jaka had donated much of his to the Po-Matoran already, and Aya gave hers away to clean Jaka’s hand and Raipu’s side. But as day dragged on, the hot air ripped at his parched throat, and he knew he couldn’t go much longer. Thunk! Takua turned around to find the source of the noise. Jaka had collapsed. His Kakama was face down in the sand, and he wasn't moving. "Hey...." Takua said to Aya and Kokani, but they didn’t seem to hear him, and kept moving. "Hey...wait up!" He called out, the words burning his dry throat. Aya and Kokani turned around, giving Takua his first look at their masks since the morning. No one looked good. Aya’s Komau was covered in sweat, and her mouth ajar as she breathed heavily. Kokani looked a little better, but Takua could see through the quiet facade of his Akakau. He was exhausted from carrying Raipu, and, being a Ko-matoran, he was even more susceptible to the heat. Takua offered his hand to Jaka, who looked up at him, but didn’t take it. He moved his mouth to speak, but nothing came out of his cracked lips. He winced as he swallowed, and this time he managed to create quiet, raspy words. “Do you have any water?” Takua shook his head. “You don’t have any either?” “Here,” Aya said as she walked over, holding her canteen. “There’s not much, but you can have what you need.” Thankful, Jaka took it, sipping just enough to speak again. His shoulders slumped as he looked up at his companions. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it guys…” Takua looked at him. It was strange to hear him talk like that. It wasn't...it wasn't right. Jaka was always the one that found the positive side of life. He always managed to keep his spirits up, and he was always able to convince Takua to keep going, no matter how bad he felt. At least, that’s how it had worked in Le-Koro. But this was a long way from the jungle. “Come on,” Takua smiled as he offered his hand again. “We’re almost there; you can do this.” Jaka clasped his palm and Takua pulled him up. The two made eye contact for a second, and Jaka nodded. “Like a walk in the woods, right Takua?” “Yeah,” Takua replied as they started moving again. “And when we’re done, we can go to the Twisted Nail and order a whole lake if we want to. Free refills.” “A lake? I was going to order Naho Bay.” Takua chuckled. Things didn’t look good, but what else could he do? Just keep walking, Takua he told himself. Put one foot in front of the other. They walked on. The endless Motara desert continued, and still there was no sign of Po-Koro. For a brief period Raipu awoke, and Kokani gave him his water to drink. He finished off the canteen, just before slipping back into unconsciousness. As Aya took a small swig from her own supply, she too found it to be empty; they were officially out of water. And still the desert sands continued. Takua watched as his feet sunk slowly into the sand with every step. The sun burned him, his throat was dry, and he was slowly becoming less aware of the world around him. His Pakari was drenched in sweat, his pack seemed heavier than a fully grown Muaka, and even the Atouri seemed to pull him down to the ground. It dangled around his neck, glinting every so often as he trudged along. He looked up and barely managed to make out the green, white and blue shapes of Jaka, Kokani, and Aya just a few feet ahead of him. Wait, what was that? There, to his right, he saw something glimmering in the distance. Squinting his eyes, he could make out a white tower, shimmering in the desert heat. He almost jumped, thinking it to be Po-Koro, but as he stared he realized it couldn’t be. It was too beautiful, too perfect for anything made by Matoran hands. It was a temple, so tall it could touch the clouds, so grand it made the Mangai look humble, and so beautiful it made all greatest Matoran statues look like a jumble of boulders. And he was drawn to it. Thump-Thp. Takua, I am here. He turned away from the others as he heard the whisper in his mind, walking towards the temple on his own. He recognized the voice. It was comforting; it felt like home. Talim…is that you? He asked the voice, but he received no reply. He continued walking, suddenly compelled to make it to this grand, mysterious tower. Just one more step... He continued walking. He reached up to wipe the sweat off his Pakari, only to realize it was dry. He had stopped sweating. His body was drying up. Every step was an intense effort. His arms dangled loosely at his sides, and suddenly, his vision went black. The beast of Saku stood behind him, dragging its clawed hands on the floor as drool fell from its fangs. Saku’s maddened eyes bored into his mind, they bored into his soul, but Takua couldn’t give up. He ran through the dark corridors of the temple's insides as fast as he could, but the beast was always with him. The twisted and deformed Toa hid in the shadows, invisible, but always there, always waiting, waiting for him. He had to make it to the top of the tower. He had to... Thump-thp. Give in, Takua. Give in to the Void... He could feel the heartbeat; the soft whisper of Makuta. I could use some rest.... he thought. His vision flickered back to him, and he found himself on his hands and knees, staring at the sand below him. He saw all the different grains, all the different shapes and colors. Most were tan, some were grey, and even some were black. He watched as an ant crawled up from underneath the them, and he smiled. Even here, life was possible. The tiny black insect crawled around, unaware of the giant Matoran above it. It felt the ground with its antennae, scuttling around for a few seconds before burrowing back into the earth again. He forced himself to look up, and found himself in front of a large rock. Slowly, he gazed up as it came into focus, and he realized it wasn't just a rock: it was a carving. A sculpture in the form of a Matoran head, hewn from a single, gigantic boulder. It stared blankly past him, and Takua focused his eyes beyond it to see even more carvings, even more stone heads. And where they stopped was a large rocky wall: the outer wall of Po-Koro. He sighed with relief as the sunk his head into the sand. They’d made it.

GRANTED! But it get more and more convoluted to the point where no one can understand how anything relates to anything, and you look back at early 2011 thinking, 'man...I wish bionicle would've ended back then.' I wish I was kid cudi

Granted. Your cat now throws down on things. I wish for a good time...