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As usual, this story is not a sequel to any of my other epics, past, present, or future, so feel free to jump right in! The Review Topic Chapter 1 - The Wave Atilucen woke up to see a huge wall of water coming right at him. He stumbled backwards in the manner of an upside down crab across the rock had been lying on, but the water was coming much too fast for him to do much before it came down on top of his body. He felt his helmet hit the rock below him, and the pain jolted him to alertness. The current pushed him backwards, away from the shore. Frantically, he swam for the surface, yelling in pain as tree branches clunked against his armor. Sand swirled around him. His head broke the surface, and he snatched a breath. He grabbed onto a tree, struggling to keep his head above water. Then he struggled to hang on as the water rapidly reversed direction, trying to pull him out to sea. Gritting his teeth, his arms wrapped around the trunk, he managed to maintain his grip until the sea returned to its normal boundaries. That’s when he fell unconscious. * * * “Get up!” a voice yelled. Krakua groaned and rolled over. He was standing in front of his De-Matoran brothers, hands poised to begin. All he would have to do is strike the downbeat and… A horrible sound rang in his ears. A collection of the most bizarre notes imaginable, all strung together in the most horrible tune imaginable. His audience turned to mock him, laughing at his cobbled together De-Matoran band. “Toa Krakua, professional laughingstock!” “Look, they can’t even carry a tune!” Shuddering, he curled up beneath the podium in front of him, waiting for the jeering to stop. Just stop. “I said get up!” an enraged voice yelled. A hand shook him roughly, slamming him into a wall. A jolt of pain brought him back to consciousness. The bizarre notes still rang in his ears, a cacophony of sharply dissonant tones, as his eyes beheld the leering face of Tobduk. He tried to get up, and accidently hit said leering face with his Hau. The titan retreated a step to allow the Toa of Sonics to stand up off his bed. “Sorry,” said Krakua. “Move!” Tobduk said, grabbing onto Krakua’s arm and pulling him forcibly out of the room. Krakua wondered what he had done to earn Tobduk’s wrath now. Was his training not progressing well enough? He hurried to keep up with the Order Leader’s strides as he practically pulled the Sonics Toa into a run through the stone hallway of the fortress. That’s when he heard a rush of something that sounded like…water. A huge thunderclap as the wall to the left of him collapsed and he was carried away in a rush of water. “Krakua!” Tobduk yelled. But it was no use, as the Sonics Toa could not swim. The water had knocked the wind out of him, and all he could do was close his eyes and wait for death. * * * Krakua was on his back. And he was breathing air. Alive. The awful chords had ceased – the only sound in his ears was the roar of the ocean. He carefully tuned down his delicate audio receptors to avoid further distraction. “I decided to spare your life,” said Toa Helryx. “There is a great evil on the many waters I must defeat. My brothers have made many things wrong, and I must fix them.” Helryx? “It’s good to see you again.” Krakua said. But the Toa of Water was already walking away. He shook his head. What was going on? Could he have imagined it? Helryx had gone missing just before the universe ended. But why did she suddenly show up now? No, he was alive. He knew he was alive. He felt all of the pain from being battered about. Was Helryx behind that wave? He wondered. Is she trying to destroy us all? “Krakua!” a voice resounded from behind him. Tobduk. But where is he? The Toa of Sonics found that he was lying on a rocky outcropping, a triangle-shaped spit of cliff that connected with the general cliff edge that marked the ocean. He got to his feet, looking down over the rocky beach below. That’s when he saw the top half of Tobduk’s form lying on the rocks. Krakua shuddered, and looked around frantically for a way down. “I’m here” he said, loudly. But there was no way down that Krakua could see, and no response from below. * * * Somewhere else, green lilypads bobbed peacefully in a pool, decorated with beautiful pink flowers. A thin stream of water fell into said pool, making a small gurgling noise. A vent near the bottom let the water escape, so that it did not overflow the pool. The pool and the wall behind the water were made of clear glass. ROAR BANG CLAP SHING BEEP BOING CLAP ROAR SHING DONG… The room shook, and water splashed over the edge of the pool and across the floor. Images flashed; a picture of a Bota Magna dinosaur roar, a hunter’s gun, a sword, an insect, and then the dinosaur again. A pair of eyes watched this whole thing absently, strained, a stream of being coming from the agony of stillness. Not real. The stream dried up. Review Here.
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This is my Entry for the First BZPower Comic Contest. Pages: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Enjoy! Credits: Lego for BIONICLE and Some of the background art Google Images for a Background -