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  1. find the review topic here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/21825-the-heist-or-how-berix-became-a-real-thief-review-topic/ THE HEI$T, or, how Berix became a real thief Chapter One: Berix The Agori named Berix ran down the street. It was a fine day on Spherus Magna, in the sprawling city of New Metru Nui. After the Reformation, and the Evacuation, the Matoran and Agori had worked together to build a massive utopian metropolis where all could live together in peace. Berix lived in the western part of town, where tall sandstone apartment buildings dominated the skyline, and small, green, single bench parks dotted the spaces between the flat, rectangular monoliths of tan stone and clear glass. He found his way to his apartment building. Though all of the buildings were designed the same, the chute system had planted stations in many of the apartment blocks. Berix recognised his building on the grounds that it had three chutes entering its largest side, on the north end of the building, while only two left the south end and one left the thin eastern end. The eastern chute made a loop ("for stupid little giggles," Berix's Toa roommate Barana would say) and another chute ran through the loop. Berix ran inside, jumped into the elevator, and pressed the 33 button as fast as he could. The elevator couldn't rise fast enough. As he stepped out of the elevator, he took notice of an older Agori walking down the hall in the direction he needed to go. He grimaced, swore under his breath, and ran the opposite direction, planning to climb the two flights to floor 34 and then loop back down two flights to the other end of floor 33. He came back to the 33rd floor after a jog down the hall of floor 34, and as he came down the west end of the hall on floor 33, he saw the slow-moving older Agori had just passed his room. Not wanting to be impolite, he turned and looped around again to the east end of floor 33 and finally came to his room. The room placard 33K had never looked more inviting. He stepped into the small, 2 bed 1 bath flat with thin walls, and collapsed onto the small couch. He felt around for the remote control and pointed it at the protoscreen across from the couch. He pressed the on button. Electrical currents ran through the protoscreen, and colours came into being across the downward-flowing protodermis. The picture cleared as sound began to come through the speakers. He pressed the channel up button multiple times. "Buy the new Mobius-brand mask polish tod-" "What's up with Vahki, I mean real-" "I have seven hundred cans of non-perishable food in my basement, I'm ready for the next Shatter-" "Breaking news!" Berix heard the words he had wanted to hear and sat up. "The Kanohi Ignika disappeared from its place in the New Coliseum Vault today. Authorities have found no traces of evidence, and the guards on duty had not seen anything outside the vault. The security cameras had deactivated for a five-minute period this morning before coming back online, revealing that the Ignika had disappeared. Toa Helryx offers a few words." The image shifted from everyone's favourite Po-Matoran news anchor, Pekka, to an image of Toa Helryx. Her blue-and-gold armoured hands were placed on either side of a podium, several microphones seated on it in front of her mask. The mouthplate was opened on her mask, allowing her to speak. "The Toa Alliance is doing all it can to ensure that the Mask of Life is found and returned to the Vault. We have sent our best scouts and soldiers out to search for its energy signature. Any questions?" Helryx pointed to someone out of view. "You." She waited a moment. "For those of you that didn't hear, he asked, 'is it true that Mata Nui is still alive inside the Ignika?' I must sadly answer this question with a yes. Our best scientists have confirmed that he is alive within the mask, and it is for this reason that its energy signature is detectab-" The protoscreen turned off as Barana pressed a button on the machine. Toa Barana was a female Toa of Plantlife. She wore a Mask of Energy Rebounding, which would catch any attack and repel it back to its original creator at double the power. She was a tall, thin figure, with waist-length silver hair. Two Cordak Blasters were strapped to her back, and two ammo belts crossed her chest. A smaller, one-shot photosynthesis cannon was attached to her shoulder. Her mask resembled a Lehvak shield. "What'cha watchin' there, Berix?" She was loud and boisterous as always, and Berix jumped as the protoscreen deactivated. "Th-the news, Barana," he stammered. "Yeah, the Mask of Life went missing. Whaddaya think of that?" "I-i-i-it scares me. So do YOU!" "Sorry, sorry. Thought you were asleep or something." "Why would you be LOUDER if I was ASLEEP?!" "I dunno. Good question." Berix placed his hands over his face and screamed as Barana walked casually into the kitchen. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Berix walked the short walk down the street to his job at a convenience store at a six-way intersection. As he rounded the corner, a being not much taller than him stood in his way. He appeared to be an Agori, as he wore a silver helmet, but that was where the similarities ended. A black cape was slung around his shoulders, flowing down to the knees on his abnormally long legs. His body, arms, and legs were grey, save for a red plate of armour on either bicep. A dark metal gauntlet covered his left hand, and he held a long walking stick in his right. He grabbed Berix by the shoulders, and pulled him, kicking and screaming, into an alley. "WAIT! NO! STOP! DON'T DO THIS! I WORK A MINIMUM WAGE JOB, I'M ABOUT TO GET A PROMOTION!" The being removed his cape and tied it around Berix's head, keeping his mouth shut as he dragged him to the back of the alley. As his cape came off, two large bat wings folded away from his back, and the being lifted Berix into the air between two apartment buildings, and off southeast towards the commercial district of New Metru Nui.
  2. A Shadow is rising over the world and two boys will discover their destiny as Guardians of Mata-Nui. Once again the peaceful Matoran have found themselves under siege from the forces of the Makuta, or so they believe. The fate of Earth and Mata Nui is intertwined as Humans, Toa and even the Makuta must unite to uncover the greatest secret in existence, a secret that must never be known... all History is a lie. The Dark one is coming... What began as an idea seven years ago from my friend is finally becoming what I hope to be a fan fiction Epic. Over these years we have both built on his story of what it would be like to be torn from this world and thrown into the world of Mata Nui, and now the story is ready to be told. Both Legendary characters from the Toa to the Matoran and original characters feature in Bionicle - Legend of Earth. The story will take place across the island of Mata Nui, Earth and even places that are yet to be found. The Toa will fight the biggest battle they have ever faced compared to the original story, and possible even the world of fan fiction! A threat that dwarfs the Makuta is approaching, for Earth and Bara Magna it is do or die as two teenage boys join them to discover the forgotten history of both their world's, and the origin of the Great Beings... Bionicle - Legend of Earth will be split into four parts, all four should have around about twelve to fifteen chapters in each (It's a long tale!). Comments, constructive criticism and recommendations are always welcome! Please visit the Review topic for these: Legend of Earth Review Topic Thanks to Toa Tom for the great artwork, please visit his Deviant art page for more! Toa Tom Prologue Miles and miles of Hexagonal tunnels lay before the already daunted villager. It was both a privilege and a curse to be given the task at hand, for every year, month, day and minute of his people’s history surrounded him. A seemingly unending trove of books and data disks recorded every adventure of his Matoran brethren and their Toa guardians. Sorting all of these out was to be a nightmare, after various rampaging Rahi had left the archives data scattered through the winding tunnels. Many villagers throughout the Islands of Mata Nui and the newly re-populated Voya Nui volunteered to help reorganise the archive. Some came with excitement and some with ‘persuasion’. The job even required the help of some of the islands' many Toa, including a rather bored Nuparu. For what felt like hours the young Matoran villager searched for his missing companion. He was always running off, leaving his dearest friends scared half to death at his possible fate. He was to discover both his friend and something that would change the islands history, and indeed the history of untold billions. As he searched through the unending, repeating tunnels, something glowed brightly in the corner of his left eye. The light startled the poor Matoran leaving him jolting his body to meet the light in his gaze, and letting what can only be described as a rather ‘girly’ scream escape his mouth. The Matoran’s actions attracted the attention of Nuparu and another nearby Matoran. “Who in blazes let out that wimpy scream?” Nuparu was less than impressed at the Matoran’s sharp cry for help. “If you notice something scary, tell us instead of shattering our masks, okay?!” The Matoran looked slightly ashamed of himself. The Toa’s attention was quickly drawn towards the source of the mysterious light, which was now little more than a luminous-green glow. The source of light, to Nuparu’s shock, was a heavy-looking tome. Nuparu and Turaga Onewa once had uncompromising knowledge of the archive’s contents, spending hours memorising the strange items and creatures that lie within in order to prevent them from going missing (which was used to great effect when the archives collection of Rahi attempted to escape), but knowledge of any book like this escaped his mind. The tome appeared to be made to a high quality and carried not a speck of dust, as if it had only recently been placed there. “Who has had access to this area?” Nuparu asked the Matoran that accompanied him. “No one! Only us”. The Matoran looked startled. Finally Nuparu’s curiosity could be contained no longer and he proceeded to open the tome. To his horror, the first page was blank! As was the next, and the next. He started to question whether this was just a trick by one of the Matoran but this was swiftly removed from his mind when the tome once again glowed blindingly. Before they could think, the book returned to its dim state, and Nuparu turned to the first page without hesitation. This time, however, the page was not blank, but marked with a painting of exquisite detail. Dumfounded, Nuparu scanned this impossible art piece. Upon the page was depicted what appeared to be two Toa, one clad in gold and the other in silver, standing before the mouth of a demon that was part shadow. The painting began to freak him out, so Nuparu turned the page again, hoping for no more paintings of demons to alter his day. He was relieved to find no more, but what lay before him this time was a painting of three words carved in stone; Legend of Earth…
  3. Here's the Review topic for my Fan fiction epic Bionicle - Legend of Earth. Please feel free to add any comments, constructive criticism or ideas you have, and most importantly I hope you enjoy the story Here's the story itself: Bionicle - Legend of Earth Background info: A Shadow is rising over the world and two boys will discover their destiny as Guardians of Mata-Nui. Once again the peaceful Matoran have found themselves under siege from the forces of the Makuta, or so they believe. The fate of Earth and Mata Nui is intertwined as Humans, Toa and even the Makuta must unite to uncover the greatest secret in existence, a secret that must never be known... all History is a lie. The Dark one is coming...
  4. It's happening now I'm seriously excited right now. ;u; This collab has been in the works for over a year now, and now we can finally get the ball rolling. Like, the only way this day could be any better is if we found Samantha. GET OFF MY LAWN! ~Tekulo
  5. The Good Judgment of Madame the Virgin Mary (scene: The palace of Justice, Paris, 1482)Gringoire: Oh my, the crowd is getting restless!Actor 1: What are we going to do? We’re supposed to wait for the Cardinal.Gringoire: Yes, but if we offend him by starting early, we’ll be hanged.Actor 2: So we wait, then.Gringoire: [pacing] Yes, but then we’d be hanged by the people.Actor 1: Well make up your mind then! We’ve got to do something. I can hear some of them building makeshift nooses already.Gringoire: Alright! Alright! Just give me a moment to think of something.Actor 2: When you say “alright”, are you saying it like “all right”, as in with two L’s and a space, or like alright, as in one L and no space? The second is more grammatically correct.Gringoire: That’s not helping.Actor 1: Yes, you’re not helping. Besides, we’re talking in French.Actor 2: Oh are we? But the script is in English.Actor 1: Well it’s hypothetically in French. As in, the dialogue is in English for the sake of the audience but it’s actually in French.Actor 2: Now how does that work?Actor 1: Actor 2, use your brain! We are fictional characters in a translated work! It just works that way. If it really bothers you, just speak in a ridiculous French accent and for all intents and purposes you’re speaking French.Gringoire: Are you quite done breaking the fourth wall yet? I find that type of humor so unsophisticated.Actor 1&2: Yes sir.Gringoire: Now back to my pacing. Think think. Think think. Think think. Alright, I have it. [steps forward, pulling up Actor 1 and hiding behind him] Sirs and Madams, you know that I love the people of Paris! As a matter of fact, I love you so much that I would hate to keep you waiting for the sake of one person, so we’ll start the play. [steps back]Actor 1: What was that for?Gringoire: When the Cardinal arrives, I don’t want him to know that I’m the one who decided to start the play early. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pretend I have nothing to do with this production. Now get this done, Actor 1. You too, Actor 2.[Exit Gringoire. Enter four more actors labeled Clergy, Nobility, Trade, and Labor]Actor 2: See you later, PierreActor 1: Messieurs the Bourgeois and mademoiselles the bourseoises, we shall have the honor of declaring and representing before his eminence, monsieur the cardinal, a very beautiful morality which has the title The Good Judgment of Madam the Virgin Mary. I am to play Jupiter. His eminence is, at this moment, escorting the very honorable embassy of the Duke of Austria; which is detained, at present, listening to the harangue of monsieur the rector of the university, at the gate Baudets. As soon as his illustrious eminence, the cardinal, arrives, we will begin…or rather not.Actor 2: That’s right, we’re here for you.Actor 1: And so let us bring upon the stage our three principle forces…blah blah blah blah blah blah.Actor 2: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.Actor 1: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.Actor 1&2: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.[enter Victor Hugo]Hugo: Hello, I’m just dropping in from the nineteenth century looking for ideas for a book. What have we got here?Actor 1&2: Blah blah blah...[ad infinitum].Hugo: I see [writes down notes]. If you don’t mind, I find this extremely boring. This will probably be skipped over in my book. How long is this prologue going to take?Actor 1: Blah blah blah blah blah – Clergy – blah blah blah blah – Nobility – blah blah blah – Trade – blah blah – Labor – blah.Hugo: Alright, I got the part about Clergy, Nobility, Trade, and Labor. After that monologue, even the dimmest of audience members could guess who each character was supposed to represent. The labels on your shirts aren’t helping with the subtlety. I’m not sure if I agree with your brand of art.Actor 1: No wait, by “alright” do you mean “all right” with two L’s and a space or “alright” with one L and no space?Hugo: [facepalms] Forget it, I’m getting out of here.END- For most who read Hunchback of Notre Dame, this is surely the most memorable moment. That's probably because it's in the first chapter (book) and it gets extremely difficult to read after the second chapter. So when I had to write something based off of the latest book I supposedly read, this is the subject matter I came up with.Embedded in the work is an inside joke that isn't readily apparent to those outside of the original intended audience. The most prominent of these is the reference to the commonly misspelled phrase "all right", which we were discussing in class the other day.Your Honor,Emperor Kraggh
  6. The Last Avatar ~ * ~ ENIM SAPIENTIA ~ * ~ Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Long ago, there lived humans with the unique abilities to control the elements. Those who possessed the mystical gene were known as benders. The most powerful of all benders was the Avatar, master of all four elements. But everything changed; over time, the benders died out, and their art was lost.Hundreds of years passed, and the benders became but a legend. Even the Avatar faded into a mere myth. Nobody believed in the benders anymore. But not all has been lost to time. I believe . . . because I met the Avatar. Chapter One The Beginning of an End "It's time for you to take over the responsibility of keeping peace and balance in the world." - Katara "Happy birthday, Jenny!"I stood on the porch step, arms held forth to present a gift-wrapped parcel. A smile bent her lips and lifted the cheeks below her sparkling eyes to form a welcoming countenance, all framed by a cascade of hair as black as a raven's feathers."Thanks!" said she, receiving the box and setting it aside. "You're early.""Only fashionably.""Well, I'm glad. I want to show you something. Come on!"Before I could respond she had me by the wrist. She led me down the front walk, paused to let a school bus meander by like a massive myriapod, and then dragged me across the street. She tramped across the lush midsummer grass of the park, passing the playground and coming to a halt in the shade of an oak tree.I slapped my hands to my cheeks, jaw falling open. I gasped, long and deep. And I said: "It's amazing! It's--it's--a tree!" I frowned. "Seriously now, what are you showing me?""Just watch." She unslung a canteen from her shoulder and set it upright on the ground."You're going to water the tree?""No." She kneeled down beside the canteen and unscrewed the lid, smiling eagerly."I know that face," I said gravely. "You're going to drown an anthill."She struggled against a grin to form the word, "No.""What then?" I kneeled on the opposite side of the canteen."Watch!"She flicked the lid aside. She threw a glance over each shoulder, searching the surrounding area to ensure she wasn't being watched. I raised an eyebrow. She raised her hands, spreading them out with palms downward and fingers dangling, as if she were about to play piano or raise the dead.I was watching, but seeing nothing. I was searching so intently for whatever it was she was showing me that, at first, I thought it was a trick of the light, or that my bespectacled eyes were playing tricks on me. But it was no optical illusion. This time I gawked genuinely. The water was flowing out through the neck of the canteen, straight upward. Slowly it climbed higher and higher, like a waterspout, but in slow motion. And then it halted above our heads to hover in midair.I could hardly speak. With a swallow, I succeeded to choke out, "How in the world--?""Cool, huh?" she whispered. "Watch this."The water began to swirl in the air, whirling and twirling until it became a constantly spinning ring. She clenched a hand. The ring exploded, showering water upon us--water that didn't touch us. Each drop halted just above our heads, floating there as if time had frozen."Your dad didn't pursue a repeal on the law of gravity, did he?"The water merged into a single blob and then trickled back down into the canteen, not a drop out of place. Casting her eyes about again, she replaced the lid and threw the strap over her neck."Well?" she asked eagerly. "What do you think?"It took a few minutes and a dash of cold water in my face for me to regain consciousness, far the less articulacy.Laughing at me, she said, "I think I'll take that as a compliment.""Take it as what you want. In dreamland everything is open to perception.""You're not dreaming, Jacob.""Tell that to the water nymph that lives in your canteen.""That wasn't a nymph. I was controlling the water.""Oh, so you're a witch. I hope you won't take it personally, but I'll have to burn you now. Tradition, you know. Well, somewhere, it is. So I figure, why mess with it?"Jenny snapped her fingers. "You get the kindling," as a small flame sprang up on her thumbnail."Oh, you can cast fire spells, too. Anything else I should know?"The flame grew into a ball of fire, which she tossed back and forth from hand to hand before snuffing it with a clap. "I can control wind and earth, too. But fire comes easiest.""Whatever. This is still all just a dream. Although, usually, in my dreams, I'm surrounded by dancing tubas, and fleeing my adoring fans.""Fans?""Indeed. They dance, too. Ballerinas. They sure know how to twirl."Jenny rolled her eyes at my wit--or lack thereof--and otherwise ignored it as she insisted, "But this isn't a dream. This is real. I can control the elements.""Ridiculous. It can't be. I've known you nearly half your life, and you've never shown signs of being a witch.""Oh, no? What about the time we were in the tree, and I fell out? I landed without getting hurt.""Freak breeze, that's all! You were wearing baggy clothes that day.""What about the time I blew my birthday cake across the table into your face?""It was all the helium from blowing up those balloons.""And the time I buried the slide with sand when you had your back turned for only a moment?""Uh--sandstorm?"In one fluid movement, Jenny opened the canteen and manipulated the water out and into my face. "Do you still think this is a dream?"Spitting out a mouthful of water, I said, "It's raining outside, and the ceiling over my bed is leaking. That's all."To this, she responded by punching me in the shoulder."Ouch!" I protested."Real pain!""My cat stepped on me."Jenny closed her eyes with a sigh. "Jacob, do you remember the time the grill fell into the pool?""And on top of me." My voice faltered. "I'll never forget that.""And it sank to the bottom, pinning you there." I nodded; she went on, "And then that sudden current of water lifted the grill off you so you could swim away.""That was--that was--""That was me."I searched for words, but found none. Leaning back on my hands, I said, "It's incredible, Jenny. It's incredible! How can this be real?""I wish I knew." She shook her head perplexedly. "But it is. Somehow--somehow I can bend the elements to my will.""Why didn't you ever tell me this?"She looked away. "I'm sorry. I--I've never told anyone, before now. I never really understood it myself. Even now, I don't really know how it's possible. But I could never do it on purpose before. Not very well, at least. Not until today.""Today? What's changed?""I don't know." She shrugged. "But somehow, I have greater control all of a sudden. Before today I never could have done what I just did with the water.""Okay, so magical powers increase on a witch's twelfth birthday.""I'm not a witch.""Oh, so you're a warlock. What else haven't you told me?""I'm a bender.""And what's that supposed to mean?""I'm not a witch. I'm a bender. This power--it's called bending.""And how do you know this?"Her shoulders rose and fell. "I can't explain it. I just . . . know.""You just know," I echoed. "Could this get any weirder?""It could, boy. It could."Jenny and I started. Looking up, we saw a tall middle-aged man standing over us. A trim and polished mustache adorned the lip of his rigidly stoic face. He wore a very formal suit of a dark pinstripe, which I would have thought would be insufferable in the heat of a summer day. His voice was soft and smooth but harsh."Good afternoon," said Jenny, rising. I stood up beside her. "I--don't think we've met?""I'm new in town," the man confessed. "But we know one another better than you think."Jenny stared warily at the man. "I--don't understand. Who are you?""That's not what matters here. What is relevant is that I know who you are. Or, shall we say, what you are."Jenny stiffened. "You mean--you saw?"The man nodded. "I did. But I've known for far longer than that." He tucked a hand in one pocket. "You see, I have been looking for you for quite some time. And now, at last, here you are."Jenny stared. "You've been looking for--me?""You possess a unique talent. In fact, you possess far more potential than you realize, Avatar."Jenny's eyes widened. "You know that I'm--? But how?""How?" I echoed. "How about What? What's an Avatar? And why do you know you are one?"Again was the response, "I just do." Then the man spoke again."The Avatar is the most powerful bender of all. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean much anymore, now that she's the last bender alive. A pity, that.""I'm so confused!" Jenny cried. "What does it mean that I'm the Avatar? Why do I have these powers?"A slight curve came to his lips. "You might as well know in your last moments."Surprise and fear rippled in my chest, but I suppressed it with anger. "And when's that to be, huh?" I growled, taking a step forward. "I'll have you know that I'm a--I'm a--well, never mind me. I'll have you know that Jenny here's a blue belt!"I felt thick, sinewy hands seize me by the arms. Jenny let out a sharp protest as another man grabbed her. In addition to the two brutes holding us, one man and two women sneaked up from the rear. All five faces were shadowed by hockey masks.Struggling against her captor's grip, Jenny snipped at the mustached man, "What's going on? Why are you doing this?""I told you we would meet again," said he. "But I have plans laid, Avatar, plans with which I cannot allow you to interfere.""What are you talking about?" Jenny spat. "I've never met you before in my life!""Not in your life, my dear, no. But in a past life of yours, we have met. In several past lives, in fact."Jenny ceased her struggles. "Past lives--of mine?""You are the Avatar, and as such, you are a part of a reincarnation cycle. Even though your predecessor died with the benders, I knew that the Avatar would be reborn eventually. It was to be expected, I suppose, that it would be the start of this century, of all centuries.""I'm just some reincarnation?" asked Jenny. "Of some person who died hundreds of years ago?""Many persons, actually.""This is madness!" I interrupted. "Jenny's not a bunch of ancient dead people!""Not precisely. But I wouldn't expect a mere human such as yourself to understand."I pulled against the viselike grip. "I'll show you a mere human!"Before my captor could react, I slammed my foot down on his and threw my skull back against his mask. His grip loosened enough that I could wrest my arm free and elbow him in the stomach before delivering a clumsy, though no less effective for that, roundhouse kick. He toppled. I regained my balance. Next I locked my large hands around the man holding Jenny, peeling him away from her. She spun round and snapped, "Duck!"I fell flat in time for her to form a sphere of flame in her hands. In rapid succession she pitched the ball at one of the masked hooligans, formed another, threw it at the next, created a third, and knocked back the last.Meanwhile I contended with he who had been holding Jenny. With my superior fighting skill, I felled him; in other words, he stumbled over a tree root and I sent him sprawling with a strong kick to the rear. Now Jenny grabbed me by the collar and dragged me unceremoniously away with the simple instruction, "Run!"And so we did. But even as we turned tail and fled, the mustached man issued a simple, calm, "Catch them."His five pawns rose instantly and gave chase. I had to slow my gait to match Jenny's, though it meant allowing our pursuers to gain distance as we crossed the park field."This way!" said Jenny.I retorted, "Haven't you led me into enough trouble?"Jenny and I crossed the silent street and darted up a driveway and around a house. We broke through a wall of bushes into the next yard, swerving to narrowly avoid a screened-in pool. A young girl screamed from the water when our pursuers decimated the hedge line. Onward through the subsequent yards we dodged past lawn equipment, swing sets, fire pits, an angry dachshund, and a boy with a toy dart-gun.At the end of the block I began to cross the street, but Jenny pulled me across the intersection instead. We rounded the house and vaulted the rear fence. On the other side we landed in a garden, narrowly avoiding the growing vegetables. A grayed man looked up from his cultivation, yelling as we ran past, "Hey, youngsters! You watch your step! You nearly crushed--"Before he could finish, the five thugs hurdled over the fence and galloped through his yard, trampling his patch.The gardener tore at his hair and screamed, "My cabbages!"And still we were chased persistently through the neighborhood. Jenny and I were beginning to tire."Follow my lead!" I instructed."What's your plan?""Just trust me!" I panted. "Out of the two of us--I'm the only one who hasn't--nearly gotten us killed!"We flung ourselves over another fence. The moment we landed I grabbed Jenny's arm and pulled her back into the dense bushes on the other side. Our pursuers sailed over our heads and ran on into the next yard.We hid there in the shadows of the shrubs until our breathing slowed and the sounds of the mustached man's minions faded into the distance. Only then did Jenny dare to speak."Who do you think that man was?""Obviously someone with a grudge against you.""But why? Do you think--" She hesitated. "Do you think it could be true that we've met in a past life?""Absurd," I objected. "He was probably just some guy who hated you because you hit the winning home run in a softball game and crushed his daughter's team." I stood up and put a hand atop the fence. "Come on. Let's get back to your house before those guys come looking for us again."But when we clambered over the wooden pickets, my heart leaped into my throat."Hello again, Avatar." An icy smile bent mustached lips. "Did you really think you could escape me so easily? I have been waiting a long time for the moment to execute my plans. I cannot allow you to be a distraction when the day comes.""I have no idea what you're talking about!" said Jenny shrilly. "What do you want from me?""Your life." The man reached into an inner pocket and withdrew a metallic object that glistened in the sunshine. It was a pistol. "These modern weapons are so crude," he observed, raising the muzzle toward Jenny and pulling back the hammer. "But they're effective."In spite of a "Jacob! Don't!" from Jenny, I stepped between her and the gun. She tried to push me out of the way, but I grabbed her arms and held her behind me."You said yourself that she's part of some reincarnation continuity," I taunted. "If you kill her, she'll just be reborn and come back to kick your butt!""I am sorry to say that is true." He frowned. "But you won't."Bang. The sound exploded in my ears even as the pain exploded in my chest. I could hear Jenny's screams, but they were distant. The stoic face of the mustached man swam before my eyes. Jenny caught me as I collapsed, and slowly laid me down in the grass.Indistinctly I saw the gun directed at Jenny. I heard a smooth voice say, "You asked what it means to be the Avatar. I'll tell you. It means you were destined to defeat me. It means that you were destined to fail. It means that you will die." Review Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
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  8. Our hearts are connected. Whatever distances may separate us, no matter how far we roam, we are never apart. I will fight for your honor; or maybe I already have it. I will give you my heart; but has it not always been yours? The stars are not so unreachable as they say: They are just worlds waiting to be touched. We'll reach them together. It's amusing how the strangest things will come back to you at the strangest times. Take, for instance, these words:"All imbalances must be destroyed."My mentor's last words to me before Lydia and I set out for the light realm, where we belonged. This was the memory that came to my mind as pain pervaded my body, radiating from the blade imbedded in my back. It was twisted in its place and ripped free, and all I could do was recall that statement as I groaned and gasped and crumpled.A high, feminine voice tinged with malice whispered, "Die for me, my sweet, as you always swore you would do."She stepped out from behind me, brandishing her keyblade. Silken hair of ebon cascaded around her shoulders, crowning her graceful figure. She was my shadow, but she looked nothing like me. She resembled more closley the girl standing nearby, looking on in horror. Her own shadow--my own semblance--stepped into the light. A smile played across his features."Foolish Mike," he chided. "You should have been watching behind you."Lydia regained her wits. Her face contorted in fury. "I'll destroy you both for this!"Idalyx rolled her eyes. "Do you really want to fight me again? I certainly don't want to fight you. We're too wearyingly equal. It gets tedious."Lydia took a ferocious step forward, hissing, "Then I'll make it more interesting for you."But Kexim stepped between them. He lifted his dark echo of my keyblade into Lydia's face. "Want to see how equal we are?" he menaced.Lydia raised her blade to Kexim's. "Gladly."He hunched his shoulders and said grinningly, "This is a match I've been waiting for.""No!"The cry was mine. Before either could strike, I gathered every last ounce of energy in my body and hurled myself at Kexim. At my command a portal appeared to the dark realm and, our limbs interlocked, he and I fell through it.The light realm vanished and we plummeted into darkness. I knew Lydia could handle Idalyx. Even as I felt my heart fading, my strength ebbing away into my Nobody, I knew Lydia's tenacity was insuperable. I just hoped that I was right. . . .I turned to her Nobody, falling beside me--and not a moment too soon. I raised my keyblade and caught the blow from his just as it was about to land."You think I'll be trapped here?" he snarled. "You've only delayed me. And when I get back, I'll steal her heart, just like Idalyx is already getting yours. And what are you going to do about that?"I did the only thing I could do. I closed my eyes. . . . ~ * ~ It was to my shock that my eyelids opened again and light poured into my retinae. When I sat up, the pain was gone. The wound in my body had healed, somehow. My mind brimmed with questions. Where was I? Where was Kexim? How was it I was not dead? When my eyes adjusted, I looked around myself in bewilderment; a survey that answered this last query and raised two more.Idalyx lay on the floor nearby, fading. Her life force was draining into me. This was Lydia's doing--but how? And where was Lydia?I peered into the darkness. And then I saw her. In an instant I got up and ran to her side. She was writhing about and moaning, clutching at her sides. I shook her gently and tried to help her up. She continued to cringe and quiver in my arms."Lydia! Lydia, what's wrong? What's happened?"She choked, "K-kexim!"Immediately I understood. All imbalances must be destroyed . . . suddenly the words had a much graver meaning.But balance wasn't my concern. "Lydia! Fight him! Don't give in.""I--I can't!" she gasped. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She looked up at me. "Mike, I--" But a screech split her words as another spasm shook her body.I rocked her in my arms, trying to think. Kexim would kill her if I didn't do something about it. But what could I do? How could I stop him? How could I save her?Only the same way she had saved me. And there was only one was I could do that, I realized.Swallowing hard, I put her down and rose to my feet. I didn't bother to ask myself the difficult questions: Would it work? Could I do it? Was I brave enough? For Lydia's sake, I had to be. It was the least I could do; my heart had always belonged to her, anyway.I stepped over to where my keyblade lay and picked it up. For a moment, only a moment, I almost didn't want to do it. But I remembered the words: all imbalances . . . And when I looked down at Lydia . . .There was no choice to be made. I inverted the blade and plunged it into my chest.But it was a different kind of pain. It didn't feel like dying, this time. This time it felt like a heartache; a bittersweet feeling of mingled pain and relief, fear and comfort, joy and sorrow. I felt myself falling; only I didn't feel the floor beneath me. I just kept falling. And I could have sworn that, before the world went black, I saw my heart floating away from my body, drifting off to attach itself to the nearest source of life. . . . ~ * ~ This time I expected to open my eyes, and I did. An endless void of darkness stretched all round me--except straight ahead. There I saw light, untempered and pure, in its most potent state: the heart.But the heart before me was throbbing in great agitation. The light was obtunded. Purple veins were creeping their way through it like a spider making a web, diverging from the blade plunged into its center."Get away from her heart." The order was calm and quiet, though it was like a thunderclap in the silence of the void.Kexim started in surprise. When he turned around, he instinctively drew his keyblade from the heart to direct it at me. "H-how did y-you get here?" He quickly steadied himself with a breath and smirked to cover his discomfiture. "You've come to stop me, have you? Come on. We've been through all this before.""That's true. We're an even match. It's always been a battle, between the two of us, that can have no victor." Now I smiled. "But this time, I won't let you win.""Oh, you won't let me. Well, that changes everything," he fleered. "Am I to understand you were holding back before?""Lydia can only have one shadow, Kexim. And she deserves a better one than you.""And where do you expect to find one of those?""I'll just have to be that shadow myself."Kexim scoffed. "Are you really as foolish as that? You exist. You can't be a shadow. You have your own heart.""I know. That's why I gave it up."Kexim's eyes widened. "Did you really? Well! . . . then you're even more foolish than I thought.""You would never understand, Kexim," I replied. "How could you? You've never had a heart. You've never felt love."The wide eyes narrowed to slits. "That's not true!" he hissed. "It only shows how little you understand!"His weapon arm was shaking. I could have sworn I saw something glinting at the corners of his eyes. Tears? Was that possible? Perhaps it was. . . ."Idalyx," I murmured."She destroyed her!" Kexim bellowed. "Your Lydia--destroyed my Idalyx! And I--I loved her!" His grip tightened on his keyblade. His knuckles became white. "She'll die for what she did to her!"I took a step forward, reaching a hand toward him. "Kexim," I pleaded, "Listen to me. You thought you loved Idalyx--but you couldn't have. Don't you see that? You can't feel anything. You're just deceiving yourself. All you ever felt was a shadow . . . a shadow of how Lydia felt for me; how I felt for her. You don't know what real love is. But I still remember it.""You're lying!"I moved closer. "I can still taste it, Kexim. I can still remember--I can remember what it was like. . . . Please, don't destroy that. If you ever thought you cared for Idalyx--think of how I care for Lydia." I took another step. "Please. Stop this."Kexim lowered his blade, brow knitted in confusion, a deep frown on his lips. He took a hesitant step--then another. He came nearer and nearer. He was only a few feet from me when he halted. Precipitately he threw his head back and cachinnated. Like a man gone insane he laughed himself hoarse, doubling up, nearly falling over in his mirth. When at last he could straighten body and face, he cast me a derisive grin.When he spoke, his voice was thin and strained from the laughter. "You fool! You idiotic fool! You want me to sympathize with you? You expect me to relent? Why should I? Out of the kindness of my heart?" He spat out the last word with particular vehemence and scowled, as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Or had you forgotten? I don't have one. But how could you forget? You don't have one either!" He raised his keyblade. "So come on, then. If you're so anxious to fight, let's have it out right here, a fight to the finish! I never existed, and now you don't exist, either. I've always wondered if nothings actually die, or if they only sort of vanish." Another laugh shook him. "Let's find out!"He lunged at me, riving the air with his keyblade. The weapon I lifted to defend myself was not my own; it was the mirror image of Lydia's. It was the keyblade that had belonged to Idalyx. Now I was truly a shadow.As our sabers met, Kexim stared. I saw something stir behind those eyes; but it was distant and almost unreachable. It flickered, then died, and a fire sprang up in its place.Kexim raised his keyblade and brought it down toward my head. I raised my own to parry and swung it round at his head. He blocked and swept it around his head for a diagonal slash. I deflected the blow and riposted. He diverted it to the side and thrust his blade at my head. My nose quivered in the rush of air that accompanied my narrow counter.I kneed Kexim in the ribs and he staggered. I raised my blade over my head. Before I could strike, he lunged. I had to twist my body to catch the attack in time. He pulled back and swung again, and again, and again. He had me stumbling backward, barely able to maintain defensive maneuvers, much less offensive.Then I tripped and fell on my back. His blade plunged toward me. I raised my own in time to knock it aside. I kicked out at his knee and he reeled.Back on my feet, I cast a barrage of icicles at him. He dodged to the side and hurled a fireball. I deflected and summoned a bolt of lightning, which struck his uplifted keyblade. It absorbed the surge for him to redirect it at me. I dodged to the side. Then I hurtled toward him.The conflict continued. We matched one another blow for blow, parry for parry. We both knew what the other was about to do before the other did it. At one particularly heated point I barely raised my keyblade in time to block a wild swing, deflect it with its own momentum, and make a counterattack. He flicked the thrust off to the side and made a riposte. I brought my blade across my body to push his off to the side, where our blades locked in a tense struggle as we lowered into each other's faces. Then we fell apart, chests heaving."Is that--all--you've got?" Kexim taunted. "You're--slipping! Without--your heart--you are nothing!"I didn't respond. I knew this was getting us nowhere. He was right; my advantage in the past had always been my light. Now I was only a shadow. Only . . . a shadow. . . ."Then maybe," I cried, half to myself, "maybe I need to borrow someone else's!"I dropped my blade and turned. And there it was; the light I needed, though it was rapidly darkening. I ran headlong toward it. I heard Kexim following behind me.I arrived first and threw myself into Lydia's heart. For a moment I hung there, as if stuck halfway through a gelatinous wall. Then I sank into it; it absorbed me. It began to glow brighter. I heard nearby a deep scream and, more distant, an alleviated gasp. I felt a gentle warmth where the empty cold had been in my chest. I smiled as everything became lighter. . . . ~ * ~ Lydia was climbing to her feet. I offered her my hand and helped her up. She looked dully up at me, dazed. With a start everything rushed back to her."Mike! What happened? Where's Kexim? Why did he stop?"I staunched the questions with the flat of my hand. "You first. How did you defeat Idalyx?"She looked at me in puzzlement. Presently her face cleared. "Oh--oh, yes. Well--I knew I couldn't win. We were too evenly matched. Everything she did, I knew she was going to do; and everything I did, she knew I was going to do. She thought like me--so instead of thinking like myself, I thought like you.""In one of my more clever moments, maybe.""But what did you do? What happened to Kexim?"My shoulders rose and fell. "I only did what you did for me.""So--you--you--""No, actually. You did. Kemix is gone.""But how? I felt him--it was like my heart was being stabbed from the inside. And then it stopped. What did you do?""I went to him and stopped him. But it was actually your heart that did it."She put a hand over her chest. "You went--to my heart?"I nodded. "In the end your light was too powerful for him. He underestimated you.""But how did you get--inside?""I lost my shadow. You needed a new one. So I became it.""But how did you do it?" she pressed."I gave up my heart."She put a hand over her rounded mouth. In her shock she did not speak; then, "You gave it up--for me?""I had to. It was always yours to keep." I turned away. In dull, insipid tones I whispered, "I loved you.""'Loved'?" she repeated. Sadness choked her voice. "You--you can't feel anything any more. You can't . . . can you?"I shook my head. "I can only remember. It seems like an old dream, or a distant memory. It doesn't feel real anymore. But all I can tell you is how deeply that heart cared for you, Lydia."I felt her hand brush my arm, then tighten, and pull me around. I looked down into her tear-stained face, with its shimmering eyes and glowing smile. How I yearned for that same feeling to be ignited . . . but I could feel nothing."You gave me your heart. . . ."Her hands pressed against my chest for balance. She stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and whispered, "The least I can do to thank you is to share mine."And she pressed her lips firmly against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and let her kiss me. And somehow, somewhere deep within my body, I felt a little glimmer--just a faint little glimmer--of light. . . . ~ * ~ Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
  9. PrologueTakham was locked in combat with Makuta Tridax. His Toa Brethren lay motionless on the cold earth around him; their masks were shattered and their armor melted. They had been no match for Tridax. Tridax sneered, “You’re faltering Toa. With every strike you weaken. Soon you will join the rest of your rest of your team in Karzahni!” Takham blocked a slash aimed for his neck with his shield and jumped out of the way of a plasma blast. He spun and blasted the Makuta with a fire ball. Tridax wasn’t expecting this blast, so he hadn’t readied his fire resistance. Takham went to slice at Tridax, but Tridax parried his blow with his spear. “Concede, Toa!” Tridax shouted through gritted teeth. “You’re no match for me! Concede and your death shall be quick!” “Never!” Takham yelled, barely able to control his temper. “As long as you and your kind lives, I will never stop until I avenge my brethren!” “Very well, I’ll have your heart stone in three moves.” Tridax blasted Takham to the ground with shadow. “One,” he said. He blasted Takham’s weapons away, “Two,” an evil grin spread crossed his face. “Three,” Tridax held his claw up and sliced down. Takham saw the attack coming and tried desperately roll out of the way, and though he escaped death, he wasn’t fast enough. Takham grabbed at his arm, but it wasn’t there. He cried out in agony. Tridax laughed manically at the sight. “Maybe not three, but the fourth time’s the charm”. He continued laughing until he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He winced at his chest where a sword hilt was sticking from out. He ripped the sword from his ribcage and tried desperately to stop the green-black substance coming from the hole in his torso. “You’ll pay for this Takham! One Day you’ll pay!” Tridax blasted Takham one more time before teleporting away, knocking him out. ******* Zans was jovially walking back to his Koro. It was days like this that made him glad to be a Toa. He had just finished chasing away a swarm of Fireflyers from his Koro, and was now going to have a hero’s triumphant return. Everything was perfect, the trees were green, the Matoran were happy, and there was smoke coming from the direction of the Koro. Wait… that wasn’t right. Oh, the Matoran are probably getting my feast ready, Zans thought. But then more smoke started billowing. Realizing something was wrong, Zans started to race towards his Koro. He arrived to a bonfire of huts. His Koro was aflame, dead plasma Matoran strewn everywhere. Who did this, He wondered angrily. Then, as if to an answer his question, a large yellow-orange and black armored creature came flying from one hut, Makuta Bitil. Zans couldn’t control his anger; He shot several plasma blasts at the Makuta, all of which missed. “You need target practice, Toa. Let me show you how it’s done,” Bitil shot a powerful blast of shadow at Zans. Zans tried to dodge the blast, but it hit him dead on and he went flying into a tree. Bitil laughed a senseless laugh. Zans was insanely mad now. He lobbed a plasma blast straight at the Makuta’s wing, and Bitil came plummeting to earth. “What are you doing!?” Zans yelled, “You’re supposed to protect the Matoran, not decimate them!”“New leadership, new rules,” Bitil answered. “You mean Teridax ordered this!?” “I would love to stay and chit-chat, but I have strict orders,” Bitil lunged at Zans, knocking him to the ground. The two rolled around on the ground, like two infant makua, trying to pin each other, until Zans blasted Bitil in the shoulder, melting his armor. A green and black substance leaked from the hole in Bitil’s armor. “What’s that?” Zans asked. Bitil felt his strength leaving him, and knew he had to get out of here quickly. He let out a power scream to blast Zans away, then, not having enough power to teleport, he flew away; leaving Zans to curse and threaten revenge on him for what he had done. Dellar hung motionless in his dungeon on Destral, awaiting the Makuta. He had been dreading this day, hoping it would never come, hoping the Makuta would just forget about it. The doors of his cell creaked open, and the green and black armored Mutran walked in. “And how are we doing today, Dellar?” Mutran asked. “Go to Karzahni,” Dellar muttered. “Now, now Dellar, no need to be rude, you should be happy. You’re contributing to the future of our universe.” “A dark, evil future.” “I don’t see it that way. Do you think Mata-Nui cares about you? He doesn’t, he’s so ignorant he didn’t even notice that we put him asleep, until it was too late.” “Just get it over with, Mutran.” “Very well then,” Mutran snapped his fingers and the chains holding Dellar up released him. He fell to the floor with a thud. He got up, his hands still trapped in one of the Makuta’s hand cuffs. Mutran grabbed him and led him through the hallways to a large room. Weird metal instruments hung from the ceiling above a small table. Mutran took off Dellar’s hand cuffs and thrust him on to the table. Four metal straps latched over his arms and legs. “Now, Dellar, let’s get started.” The tools roared to life and came down. Dellar screamed in agony as the metal tools chopped, drilled, and warped him into a horrible creature. ***** Krallis and his team were combatting a horde of rahkshi led by Makuta Gorast. She was a fierce fighter and had already taken down several of his Toa teammates. Krallis was freezing rahkshi right and left, but for each one he beat five more took its place. He was fighting the losing side of an uphill battle, and he knew it. His only chance was to take down Gorast, but she was being guarded by five of her own personal rahkshi. He had to get her attention, so he raised his weapon and fired a freezing blast at the Makuta. One of the rahkshi jumped in the way of the blast, and Gorast paid no attention. Seeing his attack had no effect, he yelled “Gorast, come and face me if you aren’t too scared.” This got Gorast’s attention. She turned towards Krallis and gave him a spiteful grin.“Are you eager for death, Toa?” she asked, “Fine, we fight.” Krallis knew it was self-sacrifice, but he had no other choice. If he won, than the attack would be over, but if he lost (which was more likely) he and his team would die. Gorast flew at him, her weapons raised. Krallis raised his shield and shot her back with an ice blast. A fierce battle commenced between the two, but eventually Gorast won out. She pinned him to the ground and sneered. “How should I kill you?” She asked. “Maybe a slice to your heart stone, or a lightning blast. I can kill you in so many ways.” She pondered over her choices for a moment, than she came on a decision. “Ah, this will do it.” She grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt himself disappearing, fading. Then he felt an oppressive heat. His armor melted as he plummeted to the ground. His body and armor melted into non-existents. He felt his heart stone stop, and then he died. ****** Tantrix had been captured. He was stuck in a tube, like a Rahi in the archives. He waited for the Makuta to do something with him. He banged his head against the side of his tube. How could he be so dumb to get captured? “Hurting yourself won’t stop us from preforming our experiments,” Chirox said. “Makuta, why are you all doing this?” Tantrix asked angrily. “Power,” Chirox replied, “were tired of doing all the work and never getting any praise. Plus, Mata-Nui was never a good leader, under the Makuta this universe will thrive.” “And what do you want with me?” “You will help us on our way to victory. You’re going to be a lab rat.” Chirox pulled out a slug-like creature from a tube on a table. “What’s that?” Tantrix asked. “Your destiny.” Chirox thrust his hand with the creature through the wall of the tube and the slug latched on Tantrix. Tantrix freaked out and tried desperately to rip the slug off of him, but its grip was too strong. He felt his energy being drained from him. The drain overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.Review Topic
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