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|BIONICLE Prophecies: Friend or Foe?|
BIONICLE Prophecies: Friend or Foe?
|Date set||1,000 AGC|
|Previous||BIONICLE Prophecies: My First Adventure|
BIONICLE Prophecies: Friend or Foe? is the sequel to My First Adventure.
As everyone looked at me, I was at a loss of words.
But I knew I could not stay. How long I had been gone, I had no idea.
“Everyone, as much as it pains me, I cannot remain here,” I said sadly, looking at everyone. Takanuva could not bring himself to look at me.
“There is a whole world beyond this island, and I have a family there, and I know they miss me,” I explained.
As much as I knew they loved me, I just felt more at home here than I did elsewhere, and it felt strange to go back.
“But... Your duty is here!” Lewa pointed out.
“I have one there as well. I am not from here; I just appeared here,” I told them. “I’m not sure how. Besides, if I have a duty here, could you tell me? Because I don’t understand it.”
That was a question none could answer, and their faces were grim.
“I don’t want to leave,” I insisted. “But I have to.”
“How will we contact you?” asked Tahu.
“The same way I get there, I suppose.” I shrugged. “I have no means of transportation.”
“And I could wind-fly by your side,” offered Lewa.
“That sounds good,” I agreed.
“You can depart tomorrow,” Tahu told us.
That night, I stayed in Le-Koro, and so did Takanuva. All over the island, the Matoran were celebrating Makuta’s death. But I stayed away from it, listening to the quiet sounds of the night.
Then, I heard someone approach me. It was Takanuva, who was taller than me now.
“So, you are leaving?” he asked sadly.
I sighed. “I have no choice, Takanuva.”
The bright figure must have shut out his light because of his feelings, because he barely gleamed at all.
“I don’t want to leave any more than you want me to. But my family surely misses me,” I assured him.
“You care about this world more than the friendships you have made here?” he croaked uncertainly.
“No...” I assured him. “This island is a wonderful place, but... It is not my world... My world has a Great Spirit. And I don’t think he would approve of me being here.”
Takanuva still was grim, and he obviously didn’t want me to leave.
“Surely the Toa’s trials are not over? We must surely meet again.” I insisted.
Takanuva nodded, but I knew he was still uncertain.
“You will be able to visit me whenever you like,” I reminded him. “And we can always communicate through letters.”
That seemed to brighten his spirit a bit.
“And at least we have tonight,” I reminded him.
So the next day, we scanned the world for United States. My family was confused when they saw me at the beach, but they seemed like they did not miss me...
But it seemed the message system did not work, and that everyone was too busy to contact me. So I lived in the shadow of my memories. And the mockery of a toy group, whom Makuta had contacted. And told the story when he found out his future.
And nobody understood my feelings. But I always kept to my past on Mata Nui. And even when it was mocked, I did not forget my journeys.
I no longer lived in Washington, and I was sure I would never see the Toa again.
I went to my backyard, and sat in the cold air.
Suddenly, I saw something bright in the corner of my eye, and a familiar voice spoke. "Whatever is the matter? And where have you been?”
I turned around. It was Takanuva. “You found me!” I exclaimed, running to him.
“We’ve been searching for you forever!”
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Kind of. Just a small thing.”
“Take me back!” I pleaded. “I can’t take any more of this stupid world. I had forgotten what it was like...”
Takanuva nodded. We got on the Gukko bird, and we were off.
I followed Takanuva to the Great Temple, where all the Toa were waiting.
“Great! You found her!” said Gali with a smile.
“Finally...” muttered Tahu.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
I thought back to my last encounter with a Rahkshi. It had spoken to me, and since then, I had had different feelings about them. But, seeing all of the Toa's anger, this was not the time to tell them about it.
“Well, perhaps we should discuss how to deal with them," suggested Pohatu.
“Well, I say we deal with them now!!!” roared Tahu. He sped off, not waiting for a reply. Hadn’t he learned anything?
“Gali, does Tahu always forget what he has learned?” I asked.
She frowned. “Yes...” she said with a sigh.
Turahn sniffed the air. Something was coming!
He stepped forward towards the chasm. Sooka followed. The large red Rahkshi and the smaller blue one stood in defensive positions, and awaited their challenger.
As Tahu entered a lava-filled cavern, outside its other entrance, beyond a trench, stood two of the Rahkshi. He raced over there.
When he arrived, the red one’s spines shook, and it hissed. It then reached down to the other, seeming to whisper, and the blue one stepped back.
Tahu was about to blast his enemy when the Rahkshi formed a cage made of walls of fear around Tahu.
The creature turned to the other, yelling, “Run, Sooka! Run!”
As she fled, she shouted back, “Cystie protect you, Warrior Turahn!”
Turahn tipped his head down, and the cage of fear dropped.
Tahu somersaulted forward and shot a fireball over the chasm that separated them. But Turahn just looked down, his eyes closed, and absorbed the blast.
Turahn raised his head, his eyes filled with anger. “So you are a fire creature, like me," he hissed. “Well, we shall see how you take my fire powers!”
Tahu released a lava beam, and Turahn released a lava beam embraced with flaming fire. Turahn’s pushed the Fire Toa back, chewing on his blast.
Then an explosion pushed Tahu far, and through the smoke he lye on his back. Amazingly, after a while, he got up.
“So you wanna play rough, Rahkshi?” Tahu retorted.
Turahn shrugged. “Do you?”
Tahu leaped over the chasm. “You may not pass,” said the strange red Rahkshi with a hiss. “For those I guard need protecting.”
Turahn stabbed the ground with his staff, and a flame blazed towards Tahu. Tahu used his swords to absorb the flames.
Turahn glared at the personage he faced. He narrowed his eyes. “You are powerful, but with just us this battle could go either way!” he sneered.
Tahu clenched his grip on his blades. “I must get my Matoran back!”
We all got to the chasm at that point. We all jumped over.
Gali stepped forward. “Yet with all of us, you stand no chance!”
Turahn spun while releasing his fear energy, so that his staff reached out and glowed red, thus making a shield. When the Toa released their power, it merely bounced off the fear beam.
The Rahkshi stopped and fell over, dizzy. But he almost immediately got up.
“I must not fall, or Kaman Island is doomed...” he whispered to himself, panting and looking down.
He faced his opponents properly. He took apart his staff, and the middle disappeared. The warrior shot multiple flares into the sky.
Just outside the cave, Sooka saw the flares being fired.
“Great Cystie!” she gasped. “Hurry! Everyone in the trapdoor!”
Turahn knew he couldn’t hold off these enemies much longer.
“I might die, but at least I died trying!” He gathered all the power he had. He crossed his swords, and they flamed with fire. And that fire glowed with the power of Fear. He would use both his powers to protect himself.
The Toa released their energies. But it bounced off, formed into one and hit them all. They all fainted. But before they did, they saw the shape of Turahn fleeing away.
I would have been foolish to sacrifice my own life, he figured.
I opened my eyes. The reflected blast had affected everyone.
“Get up! He’s gone!” I shouted.
Lewa was the first up. “Well, that certainly wasn’t any happy-thought, and not a thing you see everyday.”
Gali was next. "You’re right, Lewa. That was no ordinary Rahkshi.”
Onua stepped forward. “And it seemed not as dark as the others. Stronger, too.”
“It didn’t have the same body as the other Rahkshi, and it was bigger,” Agreed Pohatu.
“It was nothing but a coward!” exclaimed Tahu.
Takanuva glanced at Tahu. “It could have killed you. And I think it avoided risks.”
“Is everyone alright?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Takanuva said, with a glance at me. Everyone else nodded.
“What do we do?” asked Pohatu.
“We need a tactic,” decided Gali. “I think it was getting worn out, and didn’t want to sacrifice himself. Or any of the ones it protected.”
“If we don’t attack without thinking first, and are cautious, we should be able to do this," Suggested Takanuva.
“That sounds good,” I agreed.
So we headed off, sticking to the plan.
After Turahn entered the cave, he made a fear-screen over the entrance. He lifted the stone, and jumped down the hole it was covering. Sooka and the others jumped when someone leaped down, but were relieved when they saw that it was Turahn.
Norik, the smaller red Rahkshi with a propeller on its back, walked up to Turahn. “Turahn! We thought you were dead!” His eyes were wide.
“I’m so glad you’re alive!” exclaimed Sooka with glee.
Turahn sighed. “Well, I might be able to save Kaman Island somehow...”
“Can you tell us more stories, Norik, Sooka, and Turahn?” asked a Matoran from the back.
“No, I am being followed; the blast you heard was weak,” answered Turahn grimly.
Suddenly, there was a sound. “Someone’s coming!” said Turahn as he pulled the rock over the hole.
As we traveled through Ta-Wahi, we came across a small cave. But a red screen of energy was over the entrance.
Tahu shook his head. “That thing is in there! What will we do?!”
I shrugged. “Dig under it?” I suggested.
At the speed Onua dug, we soon were after him down his tunnel. Suddenly, Onua stopped. “What the— what’s this?”
I went up to him. “What seems to be the problem, Onua?”
He shook his head. “There’s no problem. But it seems I’ve hit an underground cavern.” He shrugged, dug more to the right, and made a hole in the ceiling, hitting the surface, and into the cave.
I looked inside the cavern. Was it just me, or were those eyes?
Takanuva looked down from the hole. “Cassandra, where are you going?”
“Eh… Just checking out the cavern,” I replied.
He narrowed his eyes. “Okay, but be careful.”
I went further in, and felt the walls. Hmm, that’s weird... I thought. It’s like they were smoothed out...
Suddenly, a staff was held at my neck. I saw the Rahkshi’s eyes glow while glaring at me. I looked into them. They seemed different than the other ones’ eyes...
He hissed. “Why the stare?”
“Your eyes are not dark, angry, or cruel,” I observed in reply. “They are determined, dedicated; but I see great pain and sadness has been suffered as well.”
The staff glowed red. I scoffed and pushed it away. “When you use your powers here, Rahkshi, there will be more anger than fear in your enemies.”
He shot a beam, but I leaped aside. “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder than that.”
The Rahkshi set down his staff and stared at me. “Why does my presence strike anger in you and your friends’ hearts? My kind has never set foot here!”
I chuckled quietly and shook my head. “Have you been in the shadows too long, Rahkshi?”
Takanuva entered the cavern. “Cassandra, we lost...” he started. He saw the Rahkshi, and narrowed his eyes.
“For your information,” the Rahkshi told me in reply, “I try to stay out of shadow!”
Then Takanuva and the Rahkshi met eyes. They prepared to fight.
They turned around. One of the Matoran came forward. “Don’t fight! Either of you!”
“Riku! Are you okay?” asked Takanuva.
“Yeah. Just don’t fight Turahn. He means no harm.”
Turahn merely blinked at Takanuva’s gaze.
“Turahn, this is Toa Takanuva. A Toa is a warrior, like you,” explained the other Matoran in the back.
“Thank you, Sihkee,” Turahn said, then turned to Takanuva and dipped his head. “Sorry for the misunderstanding. When I have only a portion of my people left, I tend to be rash.”
Takanuva didn’t quite understand what Turahn meant, but, confused, he nodded. “That makes two of us, Rahkshi.”
Turahn looked to see Tahu leading the others in.
The Rahkshi got defensive. “So we meet again, Toa of Fire,” he said in a whispering hiss.
"I am Tahu, and my village was destroyed by your kind.”
Turahn looked shocked, but still defensive. “Sorry to hear that, but at least your fellow warriors have not been picked off one by one!”
Tahu looked at his villagers.
“Kinda like Toa. Just that they have to earn it, they are known as hunters first and train under a mentor,” Riku replied.
“All of his fellow warriors were kidnapped by Nikita, who is kinda like Makuta,” added Sihkee with a sad nod.
Gali looked at Turahn, who was settling down now. “Did you have brothers and sisters once?”
He nodded, not meeting her gaze.
“We have been given the happy-luck of staying together.” Lewa told him.
“You remind me of one...” Turahn sighed to Gali. “The last one I saw...”
The room was filled with emotion, one I preferred not to feel.
“And then to be cast off the island I come from... the hunters watching from the shore…” sighed Turahn, lost in memories of emotion. “Nikita has ruined our land, taken many of the Rahaga; mine has been lucky to survive... And the Hunters will be next, and our island will be doomed...”
“At least you have us,” said a voice from the back.
Turahn looked at the creatures behind him. “Yes, Norik and Sooka, I could be here alone.”
“Would you have attacked if you were alone?” asked Gali meekly.
He looked at her. “Karzahni, no! I would have let you kill me.”
She looked shocked.
“That’s a little harsh,” commented Kopaka.
“If you were helpless to save your people alone, would you not want the same?” hissed Turahn. “I stayed up all night, keeping watch over the hunters, being a mentor to all of them, and now I feel that I failed them...” He sighed. “When I look upon my past, something I hate to do, I can do nothing but let out my feelings... Anyway, tell me about the time my kind was here.”
“Six Rahkshi, which don’t look like any of you, tried to stop a prophecy. They didn’t talk, like you can. They had creatures called kraata in their heads.”
Turahn’s eyes widened. “I know where they come from.”
“Makuta,” nodded Pohatu.
Turahn tilted his head to one side, then leveled it and shook it. “I know of no Makuta. And they come from elsewhere. It is no time to explain, but it was our fault they left, and I wish to repair the damage they caused.”
“First, show us your friends," Tahu told him.
Turahn stood up straight. “Alright.” He motioned for them to come forward.
One was much smaller, and like Turahn, but blue. The other was red, but smaller than regular Rahkshi, yet taller than Sooka. His head was low, and he had a propeller on his back.
“It is not hard to live by the virtues, but when only two of your people are left, it becomes harder,” Turahn told them.
The Toa disagreed, but just kept listening.
“The small is Sooka. The other is Norik,” he explained.
Norik walked up to Tahu, his eyes wide. “Vakama? Is that you?!”
Tahu looked confused, even a little offended. “Uh... Um... No, I’m not...”
“How do you know Turaga Vakama if you have never set foot on Mata Nui?” asked Takanuva.
Norik chuckled. “Turaga Vakama? Perhaps he should tell you himself...”
We took the newcomers to the site of Tahu’s village.
“Why do you wish to see it anyway?” asked Tahu uncomfortably.
“I feel responsible for what happened, and I wish to help,” answered Turahn sadly.
He clenched his staff, and he glowed red. But he seemed unable to gather enough power, and collapsed, panting.
Sooka ran to him. “Warrior Turahn!”
He got up. “I’m fine. But not being able to have time to restore my powers here, and wasting a lot of it on the battle, there is no way to do this alone. Oh, if only Tuhi were here...” The place was full of grief for a moment.
Turahn shook off his thoughts. Tuhi wasn’t here, and there was nothing to be done about it. He turned back to Tahu. “I think we should work together, combining powers after I dive in and assess the village.”
Tahu held back his head, and looked at Turahn as if he were crazy. “Dive in? Combine powers?”
Turahn rolled his eyes and shrugged. “We are both Fire, so why not?”
“Fine. But dive into open lava? That’s crazy talk!” exclaimed Tahu.
Turahn ignored this and dove in. All the Toa gasped.
“I think his experiences may have finally gotten the better of him,” Said Kopaka in his usual icy tone.
“Shh,” whispered Norik. “Watch.”
After a second, Turahn appeared at the surface and climbed out. “How can you do that?!” asked Tahu.
“I’ve always been able to, well, actually, since I became a hunter, I could,” he said to them. “Anyway, your village is unharmed and still in good condition.”
He grabbed his staff, and looked back at Tahu. “You ready? This won’t be easy. It took me a long time to master it.”
Tahu nodded, a determined look in his eyes.
“Okay. You focus on pushing the lava down, and I’ll focus on pushing the lava under the city. Then we’ll need to work together to pull it up.” Turahn explained. “Understood?”
“Yes, I understand.” Tahu nodded.
“Good. NOW!” Turahn pulled apart his staff. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, concentrating.
He waited for Tahu. But Tahu just stood there.
“What are you doing?” Tahu asked.
Turahn sighed calmly. “I am gathering strength, energy, and power while you lower the lava.”
“Oh.” He summoned his own powers, and his blades lit up. He pushed his swords to the sides, away from each other then downward. “Okay, Turahn! I did it! Your turn!”
Turahn lifted his head, opened his eyes, and pushed the lava under Ta-Koro.
“Okay, Tahu! Now, we have to work together to pull up your village!”
The two dipped their weapons inward, then pulled them up, and out came Ta-Koro.
“Thank goodness that’s over...” panted Turahn.
“Mata Nui, we did it!” Tahu turned to his helper. “Thank-”
He started to thank him, but Tahu stopped when he saw Turahn on the ground as if lifeless.
When Turahn woke up, he was lying on a stone block, in the middle of the city. Many Matoran were gathered around him, and he gasped as he woke. He sat up and looked around.
“He’s awake!” said one Matoran, who had a yellow mask.
“Tahu said he was worried that he had died helping us. Tahu felt guilty,” added another.
“Don’t be silly! Rahkshi don’t care!” scolded a third.
“Why did this one help, then?” argued Matoran two.
“There is probably an evil plan. He is a Rahkshi, after all," retorted Matoran three.
“This is no ordinary Rahkshi! You must see that?” asked Matoran two.
“All I see is that this one is huge, has a two-sided staff with different signs, and can control fire and fear,” sneered Matoran three.
“Stop it! Let’s not be rude! I bet Turahn can hear every word you are saying!” ordered the Matoran with a yellow mask.
“You speak of him as if he is one of us, Jaller,” replied Matoran two.
“He speaks of an island where things are much worse than we have ever seen! Let’s not make it worse for him!” answered Jaller fiercely.
“I think he should go back where he came from! His pursuers might come here,” stated Matoran three.
“You thought similar things about Takua, and look at him now,” Jaller pointed out.
“Takua didn’t have any relation to a villain. Besides, he just wandered around all the time,”said a passing Matoran.
“A Rahkshi killed you, Jaller. You must surely care!” said another, peeking out the window of a building.
Jaller sighed. Turahn could tell he was thinking of the past. “Jaller is just following orders. You should listen to him. He is the Captain of the Guard, after all! If you who are disobeying him were in my Clan, you wouldn’t last long, even before shadows broke out.”
They all looked at him immediately.
“Have you been listening to the whole thing?” asked Jaller.
“Yes, and I am not surprised you hate me,” Turahn replied. “Judging from the attack Tahu gave me, you were very mild.” Turahn chuckled.
“You seem calm and wise for a Rahkshi,” commented Matoran three.
“What you probably heard from the Rahkshi was actually the kraata inside it. It controls the Rahkshi’s mind, and after it is taken out, the Rahkshi’s mind is so poisoned that it will probably never live again, unless there is a warrior of Light.”
“Warrior of light?” asked Jaller.
“Like a Toa, I suppose. But ours has disappeared. We have a Hunter, but I doubt he has learned how to revive yet,” Turahn told them sadly.
“Are you the last one?” asked Jaller. “Warrior, I mean?”
“Are the Hunters okay?” asked Matoran two.
Turahn looked at him. “When I was banished, and sent to die at sea, I drifted away, seeing nothing but the Hunters watching me leave. They might be okay; they might not.”
The Matoran looked at him with sympathy.
Turahn sighed, and changed the subject. “So, this is Ta-Koro? It’s magnificent!”
Jaller nodded. “Thanks for restoring it.”
He got off the stone and started walking, then stopped, and turned around. “Jaller?”
The small, brave Matoran jumped. “Y-yes, Turahn.”
Turahn sighed. “There is no reason to fear me, Captain.”
Jaller walked up to him. “Sorry. I knew that. It’s just...”
Turahn sighed, and Jaller stopped talking. Jaller could see that Turahn was down, so decided not to say anything.
Turahn looked at the sky. “It’s okay,” he said, half convincing himself, and hoping that he said it in the right tone to be believable.
“Um... Did you need something, Turahn?” Jaller asked.
Turahn looked at him. “Oh, yeah. Could you tell me where the Toa went?”
Jaller thought for a second, and then answered. “Well, all the Toa Nuva have returned to their villages. Takanuva could be anywhere, but at the moment he is here, and Cassandra pretty much follows him, but I don’t know where she went.”
Turahn noticed how Jaller was reluctant to speak of the latter two.
“And as for Norik and Sooka? My people?” asked the Warrior, taking a step forward. He was eager to know.
“Ah, yes. I do believe Sooka went with Toa Gali. And Norik is looking for Vakama,” Jaller replied.
Turahn dipped his head. “Thank you, Jaller. You have been most helpful. And thanks for defending me. I’m not sure why you did it, but thank you.”
Jaller gave a quick bow of his head, and Turahn left the village.
Soon, Turahn made it to some lava falls. He looked from a cliff overlooking them, and sighed.
“Wow, these sure remind me of home...” he said quietly to himself.
“So, you have awoken.”
Turahn looked over his shoulder, and then continued watching the falls. “Ah, Tahu. I trust the labor is good?”
“Yes, Turahn. The Makuta is dead, and our villages rebuilt,” Tahu replied as he approached the red Rahkshi. “And... you are alive.”
Turahn gave him a side-glance, not sure what that meant.
Tahu frowned. “I thought you had given your life to save my village.”
“You must understand that I was tired when you attacked me, and that made me even more tired, and I wanted to help immediately. And I felt responsible; I wouldn’t have minded dying.”
“Don’t say that!” exclaimed Tahu.
“There is no hope for my island; I have given up. And every step I take reminds me of my failure.”
Tahu saw that there was no cheering him up, so he changed the subject. “So, um, what do you think of Ta-Koro?”
This didn’t make Turahn feel any better. But it seemed to change the subject. “Your villagers seem quite afraid of me, Tahu.”
“Well, the time your kind was here, they were terrorizing us,” Tahu pointed out.
Turahn turned around to the falls again. “Yes... You and the others must tell me that story. And the ones before it. Perhaps I might even discover the answer to saving my own people.”
“Or maybe the answer lies right in front of you, right before your own eyes,” Tahu suggested slyly.
“Hmm?” murmured Turahn, confused.
Tahu put his hands on the Warrior’s shoulders. “You selflessly saved my village. In return, we want to help save your island.”
Turahn closed his eyes and shook his head. Still not looking, he said, “Tahu, you cannot simply go to my island. You would need to be educated about it, and learn the stories. And even then you cannot ensure your safe return.”
“We are willing to take that risk,” said a voice. “And how bad could it be, knowing what I have faced?”
They turned around.
“Ah, Takanuva. That is your name, right?” asked Turahn.
The shining figure nodded.
Turahn chuckled. “Well, I can see why they call you the Toa of Light! You shine like a million suns!”
Takanuva shrugged. “I wasn’t always like this.”
“Well, you remind me of my brother, Feiko, Warrior of Light and Heat. Wise, that one.” Turahn turned away and sighed. “So long ago… My conscience tells me I have to think of a way to save my island… Fast.”
“Tell us the stories,” Takanuva insisted. “We all want to help save your people.”
Turahn sighed again and turned around. “Fine… But before we gather any more Toa, I must talk to Norik. I must see that he is okay, and I could use his guidance and comfort right now.”
He walked off, and the Toa followed.
“He seems troubled,” Tahu told Takanuva.
“You think? He has suffered darkness in a way Makuta never showed us. If you had failed, maybe he would have showed you the same thing. Perhaps they are in a phase we could not imagine.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tahu.
“I’m sure you felt bad after your power failed you. Well, that is how he feels. Except lives were lost. Lives he misses miserably! And now the ones he had helped in protecting are in danger, and he feels he failed them,” explained Takanuva.
Tahu narrowed his eyes. He hated that feeling. It was the first time he ever retreated. He hoped it would be his last.
“That’s why we have to help them. That’s why we can’t let him refuse.” Takanuva told him.
“I never wanted to do otherwise in the first place! But why force him?” Tahu wondered.
“He mustn’t suffer any more pain,” Takanuva decided. “I know what it is like to lose someone. And to lose eight of them is unimaginable.”
When Turahn had left, Norik flew around, looking for an old friend. If these were the same people that he had helped so long ago, then he should be able to find who he was looking for.
He looked up. There was a large tower in the center. And the orange figure in the window… Was it…?
Norik climbed up the stairs. Suddenly, just at the top, he tripped, and the figure jerked around to face where the sound came from.
“Is that you, Jaller? Well, I need to be alone right now… And you know better than to sneak up on me…”
Still hidden, Norik whispered, “Is that any way to speak to an old friend, Vakama?”
Vakama’s eyes widened. “Norik? Is that you?!”
Norik flew up into the room. “What do your eyes tell you?”
Vakama went up to Norik. “What in Mata Nui’s name are you doing here?”
“Well, I come with Turahn.”
Vakama narrowed his eyes in distrust. “The Rahkshi?”
Norik blinked. “Do not be so surprised, Vakama. For where I come from, we are not fond of your kind, either.”
Vakama stared in confusion.
Just then, Turahn came in. “Ah, there you are, Rahaga.” Then he saw Vakama, and he looked back and forth between them. “Uh, sorry, am I interrupting something?”
Norik shook his head. “No, no. Go on.”
“Well, the Toa requested we educate them and tell the stories of Kaman. You remember the last time I tried telling a legend. I suck at it. But with your help…”
Norik nodded. “Yes, Turahn. I’d be glad to help. Trying to communicate with Mata Nui might help as well.”
Turahn frowned. “And I could use your wisdom and guidance right now...”
Norik stared at him for a second. Then he nodded. Turahn left the room, and Norik turned back to Vakama. “If you are still puzzled, perhaps you should accompany the Toa at the temple. However, we must be on our way.”
As he watched the two leave Ta-Koro, he couldn’t help noticing something different about Norik... He was more disturbed... More cautious.
Yes, Vakama told himself. I must know the stories of Kaman.
He looked out the window of his tower overlooking the city. Tahu and Takanuva were talking among themselves. Vakama turned around and headed down the stairs to consult the two Toa present.
Sooka had been sent to Ga-Koro, and she had been impressed. The village was very interesting.
Now she headed out the gate. She heard rapid footsteps behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Gali. She stopped and turned around.
“Where are you going? You shouldn’t wander into Ga-Wahi alone! It’s dangerous!” Gali warned her.
Sooka’s eyes gleamed. “Don’t worry. I’m trained to be tougher than anything you will find here!”
Gali winced at her courage, and was still worried. “No doubt Turahn would kill me if anything happened to you!”
Sooka’s smile faded at the thought of the troubled Warrior. “He mustn’t suffer more... He sometimes shows a fiery flame of anger, but it is ignited by pain.”
Gali nodded. She understood it. From what he showed, he was from a most terrible place. “Would you like to play a game of Kolhii?”
Sooka tilted her head to one side. “Kolhii? I am familiar with Kahnihu fights, and Kolhii sounds like a sport, but one I am unfamiliar with…”
Gali dipped her head in understanding. “Well, try our sport; then we can try yours!” she suggested.
Sooka smiled. “Sounds great! Lead me there, Toa Gali!”
As I made my way through the jungle, I pondered thoughts in my head. It made more sense, what the red Rahkshi had said to me before Jaller’s sacrifice. But there were so many things unsaid…
Then I stopped at a large moss-covered boulder. “Oh no…” I groaned. “Ugh, I’m going in circles!”
I looked around. Perhaps I could climb a tree...
There was one nearby, with rough bark. But the crevices were big enough to cling to. I climbed up, and when I got to the top, I was overjoyed. Trees as far as the eye could see! Lewa’s jungles were one of my favorite places on Mata Nui.
Yes! Nearby, I could barely, but surely, see the top of the treetop village, disguised to look like part of the forest.
I climbed the tree and headed over.
Sooka gazed up as Gali led her into the stadium.
“Wow! This is almost like a Kahnihu field!” she commented.
The podiums were full of Matoran, and they seemed shocked and amused at her appearance.
“Welcome to the third Kolhii match of the season!” announced Turaga Nokama. “Today we have a special surprise, I see. Sooka, the young Rahkshi, will be performing with Hahli, the Ga-Matoran Chronicler!”
The section with blue crowd members cheered.
“And then, we shall have the chance to see her own sport, which she calls Kahnihu fighting!” she finished.
The Matoran murmured and whispered among themselves.
Sooka looked up at Gali. “So, how is Kolhii played?”
Gali nodded. “Ah, yes.” She pointed to a circle in the center. “The ball will come out there.” She pointed to a large mask, the mouth of a tunnel. “You will guard there.” She then gestured to a hallway to the right. “You enter through there.”
Sooka nodded in understanding.
“So, you accept?” asked Gali.
Sooka dipped her head in acceptance, her eyes narrowed in determination. “Let’s do this!”
Soon, I had made it to the tree leading to Le-Koro. The actual entrance to the village was hidden, but I could probably get up on this tree.
I scanned the plant. Its bark was rather smooth, and it had no low branches. It would be rather difficult to climb.
Suddenly, a rain of sticks, stones, nets, and Matoran blades fell by me. I leaped away just in time.
I looked up at the canopy. Several Matoran looked down in disappointment. When they saw what they had almost trapped, they climbed down on vines.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
The Matoran nodded in apology. “Sorry, uh…”
“Yes… Cassandra… My apologies. These new guards are being trained.” He nodded towards the other Matoran.
Lewa had told me about this Matoran. He was Macku, the Captain of the Guuko Guard Command Force.
“It’s okay, is Lewa around?” I asked him meekly.
Macku laughed. “Lewa usually goes adventure-seeking!”
I smiled meekly on the outside, but on the inside I groaned. I had spent hours searching in these jungles. Now Macku was telling me I had to spend even more searching for Lewa?
Sooka ran down the hall, where an eager blue Matoran was waiting.
“Ah! You are here!” Halhi noted, handing Sooka a shield with a wave pattern. “Guard like shadows are about to take your village and you will be destroyed!”
Sooka nodded in acknowledgment. But she actually hoped that that day would never come. She was not sure she could stand up to anybody. She could fight, that was for sure. But she was used to running, she had never faced shadows.
And to watch her world crumble around her was hard enough. But to have to defend it and perhaps fail, and view the death of her friends and community?
It made her shiver. She understood how Turahn felt. And maybe Tuhi. Tuhi had always been nervous and strange, going in trances and having visions. But Turahn was once brave. He was still rather brave, but more cautious, after Makuta. But Nikita had ruined almost the whole of it.
Then she realized the game was coming up. She abandoned her frightening thoughts and waited for their cue.
Lewa flew like a hawk over the trees, looking for the Matoran trappers being trained. He saw them just below some treetops, huddled in conversation on the ground. He glided down to meet them.
“Toa Lewa!” addressed Macku.
“Hello, little ones,” replied the green Toa with a smile.
Macku dipped his head in acknowledgment. “The training is going well, Toa!”
A Matoran shook his head. “No, we nearly shot a Matoran!”
Lewa was shocked. His eyes grew wide.
“Well, I wouldn’t call her a Matoran…” admitted Macku.
Lewa gave them a sly look.
“Her name was Cassandra,” said a Matoran in the back.
Lewa’s eyes gleamed. “Great! Where is she?” He looked around eagerly.
“Oh, no, no,” Macku said, waving his hands. “We told her you were adventure-seeking, and while she appeared to be happy-spirit, we could tell she was tired and disappointed. She needed a way-finder.”
Lewa frowned. I had been to Le-Wahi before, but the area was large. How was he supposed to find me?
Meanwhile, the announcement continued.
“We would like to welcome our Toa visitors from four villages!” a female Matoran beamed.
A silvery white Toa walked out. “From the village of ice, Toa Kopaka!”
A stockier brown and tan Toa walked out. “From the village of stone, Toa Pohatu!”
Then, another stockier one came out. “From the village of earth, Toa Onua!”
Finally, the last Toa walked out. “And from the village of water, our own Toa Gali!”
All throughout this, the crowd cheered.
“And we welcome their teams as well!” continued the announcer.
The group of Ko-Matoran cheered.
The group of Po-Matoran cheered.
The group of Onu-Matoran cheered.
“And, finally, from our own swift seas, Hahli the new Chronicler! And… the visitor…”
Hahli signaled for Sooka to jump out. “Sooka! The, um, Rahkshi Matoran?”
Sooka couldn’t help but giggle.
Hahli went to the center, and all the players hit their Kolhii sticks together. “Play well!” they said in unison.
A ball shot out of the center, and then Durpii and Hewkii both reached for it with their sticks, locking it. Hahli rolled her eyes and hit her stick against theirs, knocking the ball towards Durpii’s goal. It slowly rolled to a stop in front of Runpu. He shrugged and kicked it in the air, and then pushed it with his shield. Hahli reached up as it soared over her head, and launched it at Hafu.
Hafu had been caught off guard. He leaped out of the way as it roared past him.
“Yeah!” whooped Sooka.
A large stone ball was put into place above a blue stone brick in the wall, a marker for Ga-Koro.
Another ball came out. Hewkii got it between his feet and somersaulted in the air over Tahzi. But Tahzi knocked him off balance, scooped up the ball, and launched it at his the Po-Matoran goal. It flew between Hafu’s legs, and it was a score.
“And Tahzi turns it around! That’s one for Ko-Koro!”
A boulder was put into place besides Ga-Koro’s mark, but the block was white.
As another ball shot out, Durpii knocked it out of the air before the others could react, and raced towards the Ko-Koro goal quickly. He rolled it really fast in a way so it curved around Skuri. There were gasps of surprise in the audience.
Hahli grabbed the next ball, and headed towards Hafu. Hafu tightened his grip as Hahli approached. Halfway there, as Hahli looked over her shoulder, she saw that the others were gaining on her. She tossed the ball up and kicked it in midair, her body in a horizontal position. Hafu was pushed back by the ball in surprise.
“And Hahli makes a stunning score!”
Many of them have performed stunningly, thought the Toa. Perhaps Makuta’s absence makes them stronger...?
Now Hewkii was angry. He stole the ball from its hole, and from in front of his goal, he shot it at the one straight across from his.
That was where Sooka stood.
As the crowd could see, Sooka was thinking really complicated thoughts. A Rahkshi sees things as if they are moving much slower. But, even so, she saw it going really fast.
She backed up... and charged.
As the ball reached the entrance, in a jump, Sooka focused all her strength and energy on pushing it away. Her leap took her a few spine-lengths, and then she dropped gracefully to the ground.
The ball soared over the players, and it was such a blur, you would have thought it would squash Hafu flat. But it merely flew over his head.
“Mata Nui… and Sooka makes Kolhii history!”
Sooka winced and rolled her eyes. Any of her friends back at home could have done that! And yet, everyone was staring at her. Some with shock, some with envy, and some narrowed their eyes.
Sooka looked at the ground. Had she done something wrong?
Hahli looked at her new friend. It was an amazing thing she had done.
“How did you do that?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Sooka shrugged. “You told me to defend like I was about to face shadows, and I did. I’ve never actually had to face them, but it’s easy to imagine it where I come from.”
Everyone was clearly confused. She sighed.
“You have done nothing wrong. It’s only surprising,” Hahli assured her.
Hahli looked at the Turaga, asking with her gaze for permission to leave. Nokama nodded, and she led Sooka away.
“I’d explain, but I don’t think I should speak for the Rahaga!” Sooka blurted out immediately.
“What’s it like, where you come from?” asked Hahli.
Sooka clenched her eyes closed. “You don’t want to know.”
Hahli looked at her. “Yes, I do.”
Sooka sighed. “Okay. It was dark, and we were basically prisoners. I was constantly running. You call them Toa, right?”
“All of ours have disappeared, and so have the Rahaga,” hissed Sooka. “We call ours Warriors, and the Rahaga are like Turaga, I suppose.”
“That’s tough…” sighed Hahli. She didn’t like the idea of Nokama or Gali disappearing.
“Anyway, I imagined it. And I acted as you told me to. Was that wrong?”
Hahli shook her head. “No, you did right. But it must be pretty fierce if you’d do that.”
Sooka nodded, and headed outside as she heard a sound. Someone smashed through the gates. It was a Po-Matoran, and he was panting hard.
Pohatu stood up immediately. “What is it, little brother?”
“The… Makuta statue… stolen…” answered the Matoran in fear.
Pohatu’s eyes widened, and in the crowd there were many gasps and uneasy whispers. Whatever the reason that this island had been at peace, this shocking news seemed to have changed it. Sooka had no idea who this "Makuta" was, but she had an idea that he was not a good thing.
“WHAT?!” continued Pohatu. “How?!”
The Matoran looked embarrassed now. “Well, I was guarding the statue. Then an Onu-Matoran told me to take a break,” he explained.
There were some uneasy glances at him from the area with black Matoran.
“Go on,” urged Onewa, the villager’s Turaga.
“As I walked away, I saw a dark light. I turned around, and the statue was gone!” The Matoran looked at his feet with shame.
Pohatu tried to calm his villager. “Now, now. It’s not your fault,” he said in a soothing tone. “Tell me, what else did you see?”
The Po-Matoran took in a deep breath. “All I saw was a large Rahkshi, black as night, eyes red as lava, eyes burning with fiery anger, and big as Makuta himself, gliding off with a Kolhii ball. I think that the Matoran was somehow the Rahkshi...”
Pohatu gasped as he realized how serious the situation was. He looked at the other Toa. “Let us call a meeting immediately! We are dealing with a shapeshifter!”
I continued pondering as I made my way through the forest.
“I am counting on you to save my island...” he had said. “Where chaos is all my people know…” "He" meaning the red Rahkshi during my first adventure.
He had also said, “The Makuta has allies.” And more importantly, “I have a task beyond.”
Mata Nui... I thought to myself. Perhaps...
This Turahn… Did they know each other? The Turahk and Turahn? Indeed, it seemed Turahn was very much different physically than the first Rahkshi. Did they have a different relation than I had originally thought?
Were the Rahkshi Makuta’s sons? Or were the real sons the Kraata themselves, and did they just take over the Rahkshi’s minds? Even more so… Did that Rahkshi I had first talked to trick me?
Just then, someone landed behind me. I turned around, to see that it was just Lewa. “Lewa! There you are!”
He nodded briskly in greeting. “Sister, I am glad I found you!”
“You were looking for me?”
He nodded. “Anyway, those Matoran told me you were looking for me,” he told me. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I wanted to see you. Does one need a reason to seek a friend?”
He blinked. “No, but I thought you would be with Takanuva. That’s all.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. We have a close relationship, but that by no means is a reason to think he is the only one I like to spend time with!”
Suddenly, we heard rapid footsteps, and turned our heads. “What’s wrong, Gali?” I asked, seeing her worried face.
“Something terrible has happened! We are meeting at Kini Nui!” she panted.
Lewa and I looked up at the sky. It would be dark soon. We looked at each other, then back at Gali.
“Well, sister, if it was important enough to run all this way, then it must be urgent!” he decided.
I nodded to them both in agreement. “Despite the time, we shall leave immediately.”
By the time Turahn got to the temple, it was nightfall, and they headed in. Turahn sat inside, attempting to communicate with the Great Spirit.
Norik stared at the Warrior whom he himself had mentored, as his hero’s body glowed. There was no telling what he felt, nor could Norik help him. It had been a long time since he had last helped Turahn, and this was not a time to start again. Norik could only hope for the best.
Turahn opened his eyes, as there was arguing outside. “What… What is that?”
Norik looked out the doors, to the raised sand pit in the distance. “It… It looks like a Toa Meeting!”
Turahn wondered how his Rahaga knew so much about this place. But he knew it was rude to probe out a Rahaga’s mysteries, so he shrugged it off.
He shook his head. “I am not prepared to tell the stories yet, Rahaga.”
Norik nodded. “I know. But I think they have gathered for other reasons…”
Turahn’s eyes widened. “Is something wrong?”
Norik turned his head, looking at the group. “I do not know, Warrior Turahn…”
More were appearing now, and not just Toa. Turaga, a few Matoran, the human; even Sooka was there.
Turahn stood up. “Perhaps we should go. Maybe we can help.”
The red Warrior went outside, and Norik followed.
As they climbed the steps towards the sand pit, the Toa looked at them.
Gali looked surprised. “Did we disturb you?” she asked kindly.
Turahn shrugged. “Not really. I wasn’t getting much luck, anyway.”
There was silence for a while, until Pohatu spoke up. “We must have been loud if you could hear us in there.”
Sooka ran up to Turahn, and looked up at him in wariness. “They seem troubled, as if it is all over,” she whispered. “Whatever it is, their peace has come to an end...”
Turahn glanced down at her, then at the Toa. “Whatever is the matter?”
Tahu scowled in anger. “The Makuta’s statue has been stolen!”
Turahn tilted his head to one side. “The… Makuta?” he asked, as if bewildered at the name.
“Don’t forget they are not from here, Tahu,” Gali reminded him.
Norik whispered something to Turahn. “Oh, so that’s who Makuta is!” said Turahn, narrowing his eyes.
The Toa were confused.
“We had a home before Kaman. A great city, it was. There were sections for our first clans. A large city, and several villages in each. It was a dark time, while brief. I was very young at the time... The fight to keep the nation of Scziyu…” Turahn explained. “But, as Sooka points out, I see this is hardly the time for stories.”
Gali looked at him. “If you hate Makuta like we do, then he’s both of our enemy.”
Turahn looked at her. “We hate Nikita more than Makuta, but we blame him for corrupting her mind.”
Now the Toa were looking at him with curiosity.
“What happened, Turahn?” asked Onua.
“I myself was only a Ranorak, a villager, at the time. Besides… the story is rather long. Norik could tell you the basics, but he’d have to tell the rest later.”
“That sounds good,” Tahu agreed.
“I was a Warrior at the time,” Norik announced. The Turaga gave him a look, and Norik seemed to know what they were saying.
“At first, while it might seem strange, Makuta worked alongside Mata Nui before his betrayal. He was sent to find an island, and in his search, he found our small community."
Tahu glanced at Norik. “You know of this?”
Turahn stared at him. “You never question a Rahaga's knowledge.”
Norik held up a hand to silence him. “I have known of it for years. May I go on?”
“It was where Cystie and Nikita ruled side by side, known as the Sisterhood: the Spirit of the Warrior and the Spirit of Wisdom, the Sister Spirits. They ruled over us side by side, in a separate place. They often worked with the Council, the ones who governed the region. It was made of the Rahaga, the Warriors, the Hunters, and a Ranorak from each village.
“Makuta saw us as an opportunity to seize land. Your kind never favored the species of Rahkshi. They saw themselves as superior to us. And Makuta thought it would be easy. And... he was right. We had never seen such power before.
“Before his appearance, we had beaten many enemies to save our island. The Spirits warned us of every one. We had done their bidding. Now, a meeting to see what the Sister Spirits wanted next.
“They warned us of a dark shadow before Makuta came. We were completely unprepared.
“Makuta gave us a speech, telling us his plan, and that he was going to seize the land. We could become his minions, and stay in our home. Or we could surrender, and leave forever. Or, we could fight. And he would destroy us all.
“All of us wanted to fight. We were not an evil community. Cystie said that Makuta was foolish to try to overtake us and his brother’s future world. Nikita said that if she could, she would come down, and smite him where he stood.
“Makuta kept an eye on Nikita, and told us, 'Very well. Welcome to your doom.'
“Instantly, Makuta made the Rahaga vanish. Any knowledge they had would be of use to us. The Warriors combined their powers, and a beam was shot. But Makuta just leaped over it. He stole our Hunters… Six of them!"
“Wait… were those the ones…?” asked Gali.
“Yes, the ones you faced,” Turahn said sadly. “I had a special connection with one of them my whole life, and I almost got him away. But thanks to how incautious I was at my young age, we were caught. But Makuta wanted nothing with me. A Ranorak was useless to him, as he discovered.”
Hahli glanced at Sooka. Turahn noticed her gaze. “After we left, the surviving Ranorak didn’t want to feel helpless. They were trained to protect themselves, and they were fierce,” he explained. “It made them quarrel more, but it mattered not... much!” he chuckled.
“Anyway, back to the story,” insisted Pohatu.
Norik nodded. “Not much longer. We sent the Ranorak of the Council to warn the regions of the nation to prepare to flee if we had to. In the end, some of the Ranorak would not listen. These were later kidnapped. But those details are not important right now, I’m afraid.
“The last three hunters acted fiercely. They were later made Kaman’s first Hunters.
“Makuta sent a blast at three Warriors, not seeing any use for them. In truth, a Warrior’s mind can not be taken control of. They are strong and wiser, and older, than Hunters. Anyway, the blast was sent rushing towards them... One dodged, but the others were killed.
“Kamas, the first Warrior of Poison and Power, was the fiercest of all."
“That sounds a lot like Kaman!” noticed Onua.
Norik nodded. “We named the island in her honor.”
“Does that mean…?” Takanuva said in confusion.
“Yes, she died. She did end up shooting a power blast at him and shocking him with her poison goo.”
The Toa seemed slightly amused and confused, but Norik went on.
“At that point… there were not enough left to fight. Makuta nearly had us down. We gave up, and left.
“Makuta kidnapped several Ranorak. Many were emotionally scarred, and it changed them in ways that gave them certain advantages as Warriors and Hunters.
“Let’s see… fifteen of them. One lost its memory, one had a slash injury on her eye, another was stressed enormously, another supposedly had their voice taken away, one became hostile, one became fearful, another became obsessed with anger, another was given hostility and intelligence, and a last one that was caught later had her sight taken away. All the others were simply given bravery and wisdom. They became the Warriors."
Everyone glanced at Turahn. His eyes were clouded; not with fear, but with sad memories. In truth, his heart was heavy, and his mind darkened.
“I remember Tuhi’s face when Makuta was there…” whispered Turahn.
Norik nodded. “Yes, I know your connection with him. He is a lot less fearful than he used to be.”
Norik went on, as Turahn had no reply. “We gathered the Ranorak, and the spirits left us. They told us to simply ride the seas, and they would take us there.
“We were led to an island. It was round, with a tall side and a flat side, and a crater lake in the center."
Then a loud screech filled Turahn’s head. He squinted at the sound. Everyone looked at him.
“Quiet,” he told them, holding up a hand.
Three more shrieks, and he ran off in the distance.
“Aaah! No, wait! Turahn! Come back!” Norik cried, running after him.
And the others followed, not far behind.
When they caught up, they stood on a hill, overlooking the beach. Turahn was below, looking at the surroundings.
There were ten normal Rahkshi laid out on the sand.