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Fighting to Survive -=- Prologue The Prisoner Something not yet clear, something not yet here has begun… The room in the Toa Fortress was dim and dry. A barred window was set opposite the door, and a table with two chairs was against the other end. In one of these sat a Toa of Iron, placidly staring at the floor. He looked up slowly as the door opened. A Toa of Fire strode in, his polished armor a brilliant red underlaid with black. He seemed to be smiling, but that was only the build of the Kanohi Miru he wore; his green eyes behind it were calm and sober. A slender Kanoka launcher was slung on his back, unloaded. He paused behind the empty chair. "Rahkan," he asked slowly, "what the karz have you done?" “I don’t know, Faeros” he responded, his voice laced with bitterness. The Toa of Fire paused. “You don’t know why you did those things? You with a mask of memory?” he asked incredulously. Rahkan shrugged. “I know I did them, but why it all happened, I don’t think I’ll ever know. I just wanted to survive, same as anyone. When the Dark Hunters are after you, you can’t protect a village.” He stopped abruptly, looking down once more. There was silence for a little. Then the interrogator spoke abruptly. "I spared you last time because I thought there was hope for you. We all thought you were our brother, you know. But instead you become a thief and a murderer, and you killed your brothers." The prisoner looked down, flinching at each word. When Faeros stopped there was silence. "I guess you should be rid of me, then," Rahkan said softly. "No use keeping me around and endangering your team. No use." "I wouldn't stoop to your level," the Toa of Firev said coldly. "But I can't keep you here. Either we leave you out for the Hunters, or you agree to a... proposal." "What would that be?" Rahkan asked. "There's a small village in the Southern Continent that lost its Toa. They have a new one, but he needs some one to train him. We'll fake your escape, send you there, and forget what you've done." "I... I don't deserve this,"Rahkan said, "I'm not even a Toa anymore." Faeros allowed himself a little smile. "You are, Rahkan, being a Toa isn't a thing you can lose, and it's not a thing I can forget. You need to remember it as well." "I'll try," the Toa of Iron said despondently, "but I'm sure it'll do any good." "That, brother, is entirely in your hands," Faeros retorted as he left the room. -=- The sea was an endless view in front of him, and all around him. Rahkan leaned against the rail of the small ship he was in. A cloak obscured his armor and head alike, but his lightstone rifle was slung on his back under it. He stared with empty eyes at the approaching landmass. He was tired, so tired. His body still ached from the running fights with the Toa who had captured him. More than that, his heart was weary, scarred and battered. He slumped down, back against the railing, fingering his Kanohi. His mask of memory was half active at times like these, his mind unconsciously calling faces and sounds, fragments from long ago out of it. He gave in, closed his eyes, and remembered… [Review]