Destiny Falling

Destiny Falling is an epic by BZPower and C.I.R.C.L.E. member Venom.

Chapter One
The Green Region of Uteara; Seven Centuries Prior to the Fracture

The Le-Matoran named Atora was unlike his fellow Matoran of Air. He refused to use tree-speak, and instead of vine-swinging, he preferred spending his free time with a Ne-Matoran called Ellira. Over hundreds of years, the pair had developed a special relationship. They both lived in the Green Region, the southernmost area of the grand continent of Uteara, one that consisted of almost entirely of plant life. They lived in a small village called Va-Koro, Atora working as an inventor, designing blueprints for ludicrous machines and weapons. Some succeeded while others failed, such as his multi-firing Thornax Cannon.

Ellira was a builder, who helped Atora with the majority of his inventions. They were both recognized for bettering life in Va-Koro, and in the Green Region entirely.

This life satisfied Atora, yet a part of him wanted to do something different. Never would he realize what would happen due to his aspire to build and explore. He most certainly would look back with regret.

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Atora ran through his village, breathing heavily. He wore silver and green armour, a rounded emerald Kanohi mask with large slits for the eyes atop his face. His heart beat as his legs began to tire. A parchment was held in his hand, and the Le-Matotan knew he had to share its contents with his Matoran of Kinetics friend as soon as he could. Ellira's hut rose up before him. He slowed down as he approached the door, and knocked several times. The door opened and Ellira came out.

She wore armour that was yellow and orange with a black suit underneath. A small four-sided orange mask adorned her face, the long diagonal eye slits making the Ne-Matoran a bit more intimidating than most.

"Atora," she said in surprise "Got a new blueprint already?"

"No," replied Atora, breathing heavily "Here... it's a message... from Toa Vortel..."

"Why does he want us?" said Ellira with a frown. "And at the Toa Vithmeir's old base, of all places?"

The Toa Vithmeir was a Toa team forged a millennium ago by one of the three Guardians of Murtua, Cortez. They were not originally based in the Green Region, but rather in the Volcanic Sector where they battled threats varying threats from wild animals to would-be Skakdi conquerors. They came to the Green Region after discovering a plot from a Makuta named Zardan that involved invading the lush region. They came and warned the villagers on the south side of the region. Zardan's fleet of Rahkshi and Visorak spiders was small, but still deadly. They were barely driven, with many casualties on the side of light, including five of six the Toa Vithmeir. The team's leader, Vortel, survived and stayed in the Green Region since, fearing Zardan's return.

"Do you think it's some sort of mistake?" asked Atora.

"I don't think so," Ellira replied. "It says our names pretty clearly."

"Let's go, then," said Atora cheerfully. "I wouldn't want to miss out on an adventure!"

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The Great Barren

Zhålv ducked into the cliff side cave as the sandstorm started to rage. Things were like this in the Great Barren, sandstorms and even Vorox. Zhålv had black, tan, and gold armour, and wore a powerless Kanohi Kivalk, shaped like a foriegn Hau. She was travelling through the deserts with her pet Zesk, Zelk.

"This one looks like a long one," she muttered to Zelk "But who doesn't like a nice cave, eh?"

As she turned around to grab her water pack, Zelk barked and she spun around. She frowned as she saw a figure in the distance, trying to fight through the vicious sand storm. She knew he couldn't survive.

"Stay here," she commanded Zelk as she grabbed her belt and wrapped around her mask "I'll be back soon."

She leapt out of the cave and the sand instantly started to push against her. Spending her entire life in the Great Barren, she knew how to traverse sandstorms. But this one was particularly vicious. She saw the figure collapse, and she kept going, her feet continuously sinking into the sand as she did so. Another few steps, and she was next to the figure.

She gasped. It was a Toa. She rarely saw them around in these parts, but she knew how strong they were. She whistled, and Zelk came running.

"A Toa," she said, "of Fire. Help me lift him."

Zelk managed to crawl under the Toa and balance him on his back, as Zhålv lifted up his upper body. The sandstorm threatened to throw them off balance, but they managed to walk steadily towards the cave. It seemed like forever, but they made it.

As they dropped him on the ground, the eyes of the Toa flickered open, Zhålv cried out. She cursed herself silently as the the Toa of Fire sat up.

"Ah," he said, in a voice that mixed of new and ancient. "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhålv," she replied, a little nervously "Who are you, and what were you doing?"

"Looking for you," said the Toa, fumbling in his pack. "I sensed the presence of a Matoran, so I set a test."

"Why?"

The Toa of Fire stopped fumbling in his pack, grabbed a parchment, tossed it to Zhålv and smiled. He got up, not at all weakened from the sandstorm.

"What's this?" she asked, fumbling the parchment in her hands.

"Read it," replied the Toa. "And follow the map."

Zhålv looked up to see that the Toa was gone. She frowned as she looked all around, and saw nothing of that Toa. Zelk chattered angrily.

"It's okay, Zelk," said Zhålv cheerfully "Let's just be grateful he's okay."

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The Volcanic Sector

The village of Infernus was slowly being consumed by running lava. Houses were consumed, and the people were dying. The Ta-Matoran Vernes could barely see through his slitted mask. It had been an ordinary day for the villager until he saw strangers running around with some sorts of odd machinery. One of his friends had said they were minions of a Makuta, but Vernes had dismissed it as cheap talk.

Now, however, he had no doubt that there was indeed machinery planted on the other side of the volcano, and it had somehow forced the lava to billow up. There was no smoke or ashes, just lava.

"Garla!" he yelled to an Agori friend of his. "Everyone's gone ahead of the lava. Can you take me up?"

"Up?" exclaimed Garla, who was driving his Thornatus V8 vehicle. "Are you insane?"

"I know how to stop the lava!" yelled Vernes, leaping into the passenger side of the vehicle. "Now, drive around to the other side of the volcano and take me up, quick as you can!"

Garla gave a frustrated sigh and drove around the river of oncoming lava, narrowly avoiding large pieces of what used to be Infernus. Garla spun roughly, nearly throwing Vernes off and drove up the volcano. He turned and they drove around. This continued for a little while, until Vernes saw the machinery built into the volcano.

"Drive towards it!" he yelled as Garla spun.

The Agori stopped in front of the machinery, and Vernes leaped off. The contraption looked like a pile of metal boxes with pipes connecting directly into the volcano. A large pressure pump stood to the right of the machine. The unconscious figure of a Toa lay nearby.

"Must've tried to shut it down," muttered Vernes. "And looks like he failed..."

"What are we going to do?" asked Garla. "That lava is going faster than the villagers can run!"

"There must be some kind of reversal-type of deal," muttered Vernes, "to retract the flow, but where? I don't see any buttons!"

"Want me to ram my Thornatus into it? asked Garla.

"No," replied Vernes "That'll cause all the lava to come out at once. But maybe, if something not so big..."

Vernes ran back, then ran forward. He slammed hard into the machine, and there was loud crumpling sound. He went back a couple of steps, dazed. He shook his head and looked in inside the machine. He had done some damage and two wires were hanging.

He grabbed them and twisted them together. He turned a mechanical knob behind some of the wires and connections and he could hear the lava slowly come back up.

He laughed excitedly, then turned around and stopped. Garla had disappeared, and he could see tracks heading down the volcano. He sighed as he saw the Toa was gone too. Noticing a parchment where the Toa was, he read it quickly and gasped. Rolling it up, he ran quickly down the volcano, heading west. This, he decided, was big.

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The Industry Region

The Industry Region was under assault. The instigator was massive, over four meters tall with large bladed wing-like protrusions on its shoulders. A massive blade attached to the right arm, and an ion blaster on its left. Already, it dispatched several Toa and many Vortixx.

Désara was not happy. The Ki-Matoran had come to pick up a package, but instead found this monstrosity stomping its way around. Half of a factory had already been destroyed, and a smelting furnace had begun to leak.

She knew what this robot was. An X7-302 model war robot, designed by Makuta. All were destroyed when the factory producing these terrible machines was destroyed in a meltdown. This had happened on her island, and she had seen her friends sacrifice their lives to help put a stop to the mechanoids' production.

One survived. Virtually indestructible, X7-302's were immune to blades, energy blasts and even some elemental attacks, such as water and air. She was not scared. If there was one thing that Désara wasn't, that was a coward. She was fierce in close combat as she was a master of physical fighting. This wouldn't help her this time, so she had to find another way.

This will probably kill me, she thought, almost definitely. These stupid Vortixx had better appreciate it.

Désara ran out in front of the raging robot. Almost immediately, its sensors picked her up and it turned its red eyes towards her. Désara looked behind her at the trench that was built to try and stop the smelting furnaces leak, took a deep breath and turned back towards the X7-302.

"Hey!" she yelled. "You!"

As it raised its' ion blaster, Désara quickly pulled a small round metal object from her pack. It was a bomb. Smiling, she activated it and threw it at the metal monster.

It exploded, and for a moment, could not be seen through the smoke. Electricity crackled as the smoke eventually died away, and it appeared again. It had sustained practically no damage whatsoever, but the ion blaster had, for it was blown apart.

The X7-302 rushed forward at an amazing speed, and Désara leapt up as its blade smashed into the ground where she had been standing. She pulled back a fist, and struck it hard into the robot's helmet. It flew off, and as Désara landed back on the ground cursed at her sore hand.

It swiped at her again and she leapt to the side. The robot let out a wail as it fell towards the plasma and fell beneath its surface. Suddenly, plasma exploded into the sky as the X7-302 appeared out of the surface.

It let out another wail as its exposed face started to melt away. Metal peeled back and its jaw fell and it finally collapsed in the plasma. Its body was resistant, but its face wasn't. The circuitry melted and the core processor was permanently damaged.

"You stopped it where I could not," said a voice. Désara turned to see a Toa of Fire, holding his right shoulder, blood running down his arm.

"I had come looking for a worthy Matoran of whom to give my message."

"You released that thing?" exclaimed Désara angrily "Do you realize what it was capable of, you fool?"

"I did not," replied the Toa of Fire calmly. "Someone else did - a minion of Zardan."

Desara froze. Makuta Zardan was a great evil; he had singlehandedly wiped out the Warga species, conquered many islands and took the lives of innocents. She didn't think Zardan had anything to do with the X7-302's, as there were no sightings of the evil Makuta at all on her home island. His last major activity was almost half a century ago in the Green Region. Then she received the shock of her life.

"It's you!" she exclaimed "Their leader! The only Toa ever to beat Zardan!"

The Toa of Fire gave a half-smile, and shoved a parchment into Désara's hand. He turned, and walked off into the darkness, leaving a shocked and worried Ki-Matoran.