Sanctus Epitaph

"Ascend from the depths of the pain of memories..."

- Tala, Sanctus Epitaph

Sanctus Epitaph is an Epic written by BZPower and C.I.R.C.L.E. member Koji.

1: Sins
The ceiling shook. The ground shook. The walls shook. Everything shook.

Rubble started to rain down over their heads. It wasn’t enough to warrant them to cover their heads, but it was unsettling. It appeared that their entire bunker may start to come down.

A bunker. A bunker was made to protect from quakes, or from bombings, or something like that. This bunker was more of a base, given to them by the will of Turaga Otoka. Her will had granted it upon them to use as a base. She respected the Toa of Angelus Nui, but even though she did, the bunker – base, rather – wasn’t a very good chamber for a situation such as this.

A situation that no one thought would come. Someone entering into Niveau Trois.

The dark base was obscured only more by the fact that no light was shining on the island. It was day, but the being was able to eclipse the solar cycle of the island, plunging the entire dome into night. A night they may not come out of.

“We have to come up with a different plan!” the leader of the team – a Toa of Water, Gaila – shouted.

“You’re not listening!” a Toa of Technology, in silver and gray armor, bellowed.

“Thete is right!” a yellow and orange armored Toa of Energy exclaimed. “You have to listen to us, Gaila! To your team!”

“The plan won’t work!” Gaila snapped, folding her arms over her chest. She carried a bow on her right arm, able to focus elemental arrows of water for her disposal, to manipulate through the blade that sat on her arm between the two pieces of the bow.

“It has to!” Thete shouted. He motioned to the Toa of Energy, “Seles agrees!”

“I don’t care what you and Seles think, Thete. It won’t work!” Gaila snapped.

A Toa of Fire spoke up, “I’m with them as well!”

She glared at him. “Of course you are, Tala... of course you are...” she muttered, mocking him more than anything.

Then there was a Toa of Air. He wore only green armor, and had a strange Kanohi. It had pieces snaking out, looking like serpents. There was an opening at the mouth, instead of being fully covered. He carried a double-bladed weapon in his left hand, both edges curving in opposite directions, creating a zigzag shape.

“You have to listen to your team, Gaila,” he said, pressing the argument forward. He motioned to the ceiling, “If we don’t get out there and do something now, then the Matoran will be slain by that monster!”

“You actually want to agree with their plan, Lewin?” she demanded. “That’s just like you, to side with the plan of the three greenhorns...”

“They’re not green,” Lewin hissed. “They’ve grown considerably!”

“You may be second-in-command, but you have no authority here,” Gaila said. “My word is law, even over the four of yours combined!”

She was about to continue to speak, but they were running out of time. There was nothing they could do, except try to stop the monster roaming the streets above. It was on a rampage, destroying everything it could, and Gaila had stopped working on a plan to argue, instead of using a perfectly good plan, albeit, one she didn’t agree with.

Lewin was losing his temper. He threw his right arm forward, triggering his elemental powers. The wind picked up around them, but Gaila didn’t seem to notice Lewin using his powers. She just wanted to keep yelling, trying to find a new plan while not finding one.

“I’m sorry,” Lewin whispered.

“What?” Gaila demanded.

He threw his powers forward, sending the wind at her. While the wind was floating around them, it was picking up shrapnel from the ceiling. The shrapnel was carried by the wind, and impaled the Toa of Water, bringing her down, ending her life.

The leader of the team was dead, making Lewin the new leader.

He quickly turned to Tala, “You’re second-in-command now, Tala.” He motioned towards the entrance, “We have to go topside. We must end this!”

“Are you sure, Lewin?” Tala questioned. “Are you really...”

“I am,” he replied, running out, pushing past them as he went.

They ran after him into the dark streets made of light-colored stones. The majestic-looking structures spread out on either side of them, all of them looking to be at least two stories tall. They were made from beautiful stone into exquisite works, just by the way they were stacked, by the way the buildings stood, all of it matching perfectly, with arches and crosses adorning walls.

Standing in the center of the city was a gigantic monster. It roared down at them. It had horns sticking from its’ head, going parallel to its’ eyes, claws on its’ hands and feet, and more on its’ arms and legs as armor, or something. It had dark gray armor along its’ stomach, giving it a very different look.

It stood taller than any structure on the island. By the estimate of the world-traveling Lewin, it was half the height of the Coliseum of Metru Nui, the tallest building all the City of Legends.

“I need to end this,” he said, running through the streets towards the massive beast. He could hear the other three Toa shouting to him, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t want to say anything to them about what he was going to do next.

As soon as he got within three blocks of one of its’ feet, he triggered the power of his Miru. He shot up, using his powers to help with his liftoff. He floated before the creature’s stomach, but it didn’t notice the emerald warrior.

“Bad mistake, monster,” Lewin hissed. His body began to pulsate green. “Very bad mistake, not noticing me.”

It roared and started swinging around at the buildings, ripping some apart, claiming Matoran lives. Innocent lives.

“Die!” Lewin screamed.

His voice seemed to draw the attention of the monster. It looked down at him, only to see too late what he was doing.

Emerald shockwaves erupted from his body, slicing into the monster’s stomach. It roared as the attacks continued. Then he put his arms together and focused his power.

His Nova Blast was high enough above the city, and focused well enough that he wasn’t going to do much collateral damage. He was going to give his life for this attack, but he wouldn’t be wiping the island out in the process.

A flash of power tore from his body, incinerating him in the process. It cut into the monster, making it unleash an unearthly scream as its’ body started to collapse with a giant hole in its’ chest.

Lewin was gone, and the creature was falling. Then, the body was gone...

Six months later...

“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice questioned a fleeing Ko-Matoran. The Ko-Matoran backed away nervously, watching the alley between two magnificent buildings. A silver and gray armored figure emerged, carrying a blaster in his right hand, wearing a Tryna.

The Matoran turned to run the other way, but stopped in his tracks when he saw a Toa of Energy step into his path. He wore orange and yellow armor and a yellow Kanohi Kiril. He carried no weapons, only clenched fists.

“Yeah, where are you going?” the second Toa questioned.

“Why are you doing this?” the Matoran shouted, finding another alley. He backed into it, prepared to turn and run if he had to. He was sure that two Toa could catch him, but he hoped that the tight confines of the alley would keep them from being able to actually secure his capture.

Or they could shoot him... but he didn’t think about that.

“Answer my friend,” a third voice said, this one softer, young, youthful, energetic, but filled with a twist of darkness at some past incident.

He looked behind him, seeing a Toa of Fire standing there, a large sword in hand with a hooked hilt. This Toa bore two shades of red, and wore a Kanohi Hau.

The Matoran stepped forward, cursing. He reached into the pouch he carried on his belt and withdrew a stone. It was about as wide as his thumb was long, and about as tall as his hand with his fingers stretched up. It had no marks on it, it was just ovular and plain.

“Stop him!” the Toa of Fire shouted.

Too late. The Matoran drew the stone to his chest. His chest armor began to ripple around the stone. Power surged around his feet, spiraling up around him. The energy extended far beyond his head, reaching up to about a bio-and-a-half tall. It was also wider than it needed to be.

There was brilliant, white, blinding energy inside, obscuring what was happening. As it faded, where a Matoran of Ice had once stood, now a Toa of Ice waited, with a weapon in hand, the small dagger glinting in the light.

“He’s used it,” the Toa of Fire hissed. “Eliminate him.”

The Toa of Technology lifted his firearm and opened fire. Energy bolts tore out of the barrel of the weapon, firing down the short distance to the new Toa of Ice.

He threw his arm up, creating a wall of ice to protect himself. He motioned the dagger towards the Toa of Fire. “Okay, just the two of us. Now, come on!” he shouted.

“The Corps Stone really changes people,” the Toa of Fire muttered. “You’re cocky, just as I would have expected it to have made you.”

He lifted his sword in his right hand and left his left hand by his body. He held the sword out at an angle before his torso. He looked on either side of the blade with his eyes at the strange new Toa who opposed him.

“What is the draw to those things?” the Toa demanded of the Matoran turned Toa.

“It gives us power!” he laughed. “Who can turn down power?”

“Anyone who’s sensible will turn it down.” the Toa answered.

The Toa of Ice was about to attack. Then he heard the ice splintering and saw the barrier come smashing to the ground. He saw the Toa of Energy standing where the wall had once stood. His right fist was still out, and power still flowed around both of his fists. He had used potential energy to increase his kinetic energy and smash through it.

“You’re finished,” the Toa of Fire said. “You’re outmatched.”

“No!” the Toa of Ice shouted. “I won’t lose!” he leapt behind the second Toa, bringing the knife up. He slammed it down at the Toa of Energy, who showed no worries.

He flicked his finger out. The Toa flew back, hitting the ground hard from the simple flick of a finger on his chest.

“Your kinetic energy turned against you,” he said, walking slowly closer. “Want to think of a new plan?”

He hissed and rose, spinning to the side and unleashing a torrent of ice at the Toa of Technology, who fired, sending a continual stream from his firearm, easily stopping the attack.

The Toa of Fire leveled the tip of his sword at the Toa’s face. “Let’s settle this, you and me.”

The Toa of Ice used his knife to drive the sword down. He lunged forward, drawing his arm back for a punch.

The punch made contact with a barrier. The Toa of Fire didn’t look amused by the foolish Toa of Ice who had forgotten that he wore a Hau. That a punch would be easily stopped.

“You’re a fool,” the Toa of Fire said, kicking the Toa of Ice, taking him down. He leveled the tip of his sword at his foe’s throat once more. “Surrender and give us the Corps Stone.”

It wasn’t an option. It was a threat and an order.

“Never!” the Toa of Ice screamed out. His body began to flash as he changed. He rose to his feet, which were now clawed. His hands were claws as well. His elbows elongated into blades behind his body. His torso became tighter, more condensed, especially around the chest. His face began to change as well, the Kanohi no longer being a mask, but now simply a monstrous face, complete with fangs for teeth and scaly features.

“Niveau Deux,” the Toa of Fire gasped, stepping back. “Everyone ready?”

“Ready, Tala,” the Toa of Energy said.

“And you, Thete?” Tala questioned.

The Toa of Technology nodded, “Like Seles, I’m ready.”

“Then let’s end this guy’s threat. Now,” Tala hissed.

As the beast-like form of the former Toa rose up and roared, the three Toa acted quickly. Thete threw his arm out, taking command of the mechanical systems in the monster’s body for a few moments. Meanwhile, Seles was using his power to turn the kinetic energy in his opponent’s body into potential energy, in essence, making him lazy.

Tala threw his free hand forward. He focused, sending a blast of fire rippling through the air, smashing into the monstrosity, bringing him crying in pain to his knees.

“Even in this form you’re weak-willed,” Tala hissed. “You can’t handle the pain. Now, surrender the Corps Stone!”

The creature hissed, slowly reverting back to the normal Toa form, where he screamed. Then as the flames stopped, he reverted again to a Matoran form and put his hand by his chest. The armor rippled again, but this time, the Corps Stone fell from his breast to his hand. He rolled it towards Tala’s feet. “Take it,” he sobbed. “I can’t take the pain...”

“You won’t be hurt again,” Tala assured him. “You’ve surrendered the stone.”

He picked up the evil item and looked it over. He threw it into the air, and as it came to the ground, spinning, Tala slashed once, cutting the Corps Stone in half, rendering it useless.

“Mission complete, let’s go,” Tala said, walking past the defeated, pained Matoran. The other two Toa walked by his side, leaving the scene to head back towards the underground bunker/base that they still utilized, even six months after they had lost their leader, and their second-in-command.

Now they were alone. Tala was the leader, instead of third-in-command, and Seles and Thete now fought as warriors instead of coveting titles of position.

The mission of the Toa of Angelus Nui was still the same as it had been in the past. To defend the Matoran of this holy island. But now, things were getting dangerous.

“We have to find the distributor of the Corps Stones,” Seles brought up.

“I’m sure we’ll find out,” Tala simply replied. He finally smiled instead of keeping his stoic act up, “And besides, not every Matoran will take the offer. Not every Matoran will want the powers of a Toa...”

“If we’re right, though, then only certain Matoran can use them,” Thete said. “Only Matoran of the proper elements can use them.”

“You don’t think all elements have stones?” Tala questioned.

Thete shook his head, “No, I really don’t think so. Probably only the primary sixteen elements or so do.”

Tala looked to his two partners. They weren’t primary elements. He nodded, “I hope so. I hope we only have sixteen of all of the types of enemies we could have to deal with.”

“That would be far too simple,” Seles said, putting his hands on his hips as they walked, and then he decided to hook his thumbs behind the belt he wore. He carried nothing on it at the moment, but it at least gave him a place for his hands.

“You think there are more,” Tala asked.

Seles nodded, “Whoever made them had a buyer. Why stop at the easiest six if the buyer was, say, raising an army?”

“Good point,” Tala said. He stopped and reached into the stone wall, pulling on the large iron, dull blue door. Darkness welcomed them beyond.

The other two entered first. Tala was about to enter when he stopped and looked back. The sunlight was flittering down on the island, making it a beautiful sight. There were birds flying through the light and sounds of peace.

Even though there were weak-willed Matoran about them, Matoran who would become addicted to the power of the Corps Stones, those items of evil, he knew there was peace, at least for now.

He told himself what he always told himself, just for a calming effect. His mantra.

“Ascend from the depths of the pain of memories...”


 * -“Outer beauty has no meaning. At least, it doesn’t for me. It crushes your conviction; it forces you to create an obsession. Next time: “Beauty”. True beauty, and true ugliness, is in the heart.”

2: Beauty
A Le-Matoran with craggy armor walked through the streets, alone. He had a piece of steel as a walking stick, and was hunched over. To those who passed by, he appeared to be aged, very aged. The age where respect is given for almost nothing in return.

His Kanohi was damaged. His right half was somewhat sleek, fine. The left was craggy, damaged. He was missing left armor by his shoulder, making his body thinner, his organics having rotted away at that point. His right had armor, but it was patched on from somewhere else. It didn’t fit properly, nor did it look proper.

His left arm had a patched piece of armor on it to make it a bit thicker, while the right was thin and a bit gnarled from the ages. His torso armor was fine, sleek and fine. His right upper leg was missing some armor as well, and his left, once again, had patched armor that was out of place.

He had once been a beautiful Matoran. He had once had fully custom armor, sleek and seamless. His armor sparkled and shone brilliantly in the light. His Kanohi was one of a kind, and nothing was so much as scratched. He bore himself upright, proud with his appearance, his beauty.

His Kanohi was no longer one-of-a-kind in design; the mold was used all over. His armor was battered, missing pieces, salvaged from other armor. He looked pathetic, a shell of who he once was.

And he wasn’t even old. His hunch was from the years of work, the years of misery he had had from one piece of bad luck after another. He had come to Angelus Nui, hoping that the Turaga and Four Seraphim would look out for him, but it didn’t do much to raise his spirits.

He tripped and fell from a pothole in the sidewalk. He picked himself up and looked down at his foot. His armor was cracked from where his foot had struck.

The armor had become brittle over the years as well as rusted and damaged. He stood and leaned on his piece of steel. He looked into the window of the shop he was passing, admiring the beautiful things inside. The art, the jewels, the custom armor.

He lowered his head as he walked, unable to look at it. Unable to look at what he had once been by looking at the things of beauty, and then again at what he was now, by seeing his own reflection in the glass.

Tala, Toa of Fire, walked past the bent over Le-Matoran and looked in the window of the shop. He glanced down, catching sight of something that caught his eye.

It was a scarf. Pale blue and white in color. The fabric looked amazing, no damage, no seam at the ends from the stitching, no cross stitches or anything, just one seamless, flawless stretch of scarf.

He walked into the store and picked it up, held it. It was amazing, beautiful.

“You can’t handle the merchandise. That’s policy, even for a Toa.”

Tala turned and looked at a Ga-Matoran who worked there. He smiled, “Well, what would you say if I was telling you I was buying it?”

“Then it’s fine,” she said. “This way, please,” she continued, leading him away from the window. He still held the scarf as he followed her. She stood behind a counter, and brought out a piece of bark that looked like the front cover of a book. She opened it, showing more sheets of such bark, making it light, but able to have writing inside. She found the price, and looked up, “Fifty widgets.”

Tala let out a low whistle. “High price,” he said.

“It’s a fine scarf,” she told him. “Now, are you going to purchase it?”

He looked at it. “I’m a Toa. I’m afraid it might catch fire...” he said.

“Not to worry,” she told him, “It’s made out of Fusha, a plant that is immune to fire. It won’t catch. If you ignite this scarf, nothing will happen. It won’t even darken from the flames. It’s perfectly fine to be used by a Toa of Fire,” she told him.

“Mind if I test that theory?” he asked, holding a hand up to it.

“If it fails, you have to buy it,” she warned.

“I know,” he sighed, unleashing his power. Flames danced around his hand, and he touched it to the scarf. The material remained as it was. No catching on fire, no burns, nothing. He pulled his hand back and looked up. He reached to the pouch he wore on his side and removed a handful of widgets. It was his coin purse.

He dropped the widgets and started to count them out. He grabbed more, and then another handful, and another, and then dropped the whole pouch with a sigh.

“That should either be fifty, or more than fifty,” he said, admiring the scarf. “I hate to pay my entire supply... but I want this.”

She counted the money out and handed the pouch with two widgets back. He nodded his thanks and clipped it to his belt as he walked out, wrapping the scarf around his neck. One tail trailed down his back, one down his front, on his right side.

“High price to pay for beauty, isn’t it, Tala?”

He looked towards the source of the voice, seeing a Turaga of Air standing next to him. He had a mix of lime green and dark green armor, with a Kanohi that curved back and went up. It too was lime green. He had a black cloak on as a symbol of office. The other Turaga, Otoka, also wore one. He carried a staff with a silver-tipped end, and a red crystal atop it.

“Turaga Rekona!” Tala exclaimed, looking to his friend. “I’m glad to see you. It’s been a while.”

The Turaga smiled as they walked down the street. “It’s a high price for beauty, as I was saying,” he told Tala. “Are the others going to be happy with that purchase?”

“I am, and that’s what counts to me,” he said.

“Talking like that could get you in trouble,” he replied. “It’s rather selfish. Sounds like Gaila all over again...”

Tala glared at the Turaga, “I told you never to compare me to Gaila or Lewin. None of us want that, Turaga Rekona.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” the Turaga said. “Really, I am.”

“It’s okay,” Tala said. “Now, I have to get going. I’ll see you another time,” he finished, rushing off, the back tail of his new scarf flowing behind him as he ran, leaving the Turaga behind.

The Le-Matoran stumbled around, having fallen again. He pushed himself up, but this time felt even more pain running through his body. He cried out in pain, and then in anguish, smashing his fist into the wall beside him.

He was so hideous. He had once been so beautiful, but now he was hideous. No one cared, no one even bothered to ask if he was old or young, if he required help or not. He drove everyone away with his appearance.

He was about to cry. He wanted to cry.

He heard something, and then looked to his side. It was a stone. It was about as wide as his thumb was long, and about as tall as his hand with his fingers stretched up. It had no markings on it and it was just ovular and plain.

The Matoran took it and looked at it. He took hold of it and held it to him, feeling power inside of it.

As he brought it closer, feeling the warmth of it, it slowly sank into his body. He felt the warmth resonating within him, feeling power coming to his limbs. He rose to his feet, new strength in his muscles, but something was off. Something was different.

He walked a few steps and looked into the window of a shop. He was as he used to be. Beautiful. A finely armored body, ruby heartlight that looked like a crystal of some sort, a sleek Kanohi, properly armored arms and legs, and he no longer carried the useless piece of steel as a walking stick, as now it had become a small, curved axe for some reason.

''Why? Why has it become a weapon?''

Then it hit him. It was a feeling in the back of his head. If he didn’t kill, he would become ugly again.

Thete, Toa of Technology, and Seles, Toa of Energy, stood at the harbor, watching ships come and go. They were supposed to meet Tala here soon.

“I wonder where he is...” Seles muttered. He rested against the fence between the harbor and the sidewalk they stood on. “It’s not like him to be late.”

“He got sidetracked, I guess,” Thete said. “He may not be late, but he can get sidetracked. We both know that.”

Seles nodded, “Sounds about right.”

They both saw an emerald armored Matoran walking towards the harbor. He looked amazing in his armor. More than an ordinary Matoran would. There was something about the way he carried himself.

Finally, they saw Tala running towards them, a variegated blue and white scarf around his neck. He slowed down as he got closer. Thete carried his firearm, and since Seles fought with his fists, Tala didn’t want to feel left out. He had gone to the bunker, the base, to retrieve his blade.

“That scarf...” Seles muttered. He held back his laughter, at how it looked on him.

Thete shook his head, “I never thought you’d be the type to want to try to improve your appearance, Tala. It... it looks ridiculous, knowing who you are and seeing you now with that scarf on.”

Matoran were getting off of the boat, heading into the City Island of Angelus Nui. One Ga-Matoran, with blue and some gray as her armor, wearing a Faxon, stopped. She looked to Tala, “That fits you perfectly.”

“Thank you,” Tala said with a smile. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

“I’m not much of one for caring about beauty, but I must say, it does look amazing,” She told him. “I think beauty, personally, is a waste of time. But you wear it well.”

“Thank you again,” Tala said. He held his hand down, “Toa Tala, Toa of Fire. I’m the leader of the trio of Toa that defend this island.”

She shook his hand, “My name is Eiran. I just arrived. I’ve relocated here for now.”

“Nice to meet you, Eiran,” Tala said. He looked up, seeing the Le-Matoran that the others had been watching earlier. He was carrying something on his back, wrapped up so it couldn’t be seen. Something just didn’t feel right.

“Sir!” Tala called to him. He looked up. “Yes, you,” Tala said. “Please, could you come here for a moment?”

The Matoran walked forward. He knew that something was wrong. The Toa were on to him, he believed.

He needed to keep his beauty. He couldn’t give it up. Not yet. Not ever.

As soon as he got close, he grabbed Eiran by the throat with one arm, and with his right hand, drew the axe, holding it out. “If you come closer, I’ll kill her!” he shouted, backing away.

The three Toa were all on their feet, watching him back away. Then, Thete had it.

“That’s what feels off about him...” he muttered, “I feel it inside his body. I feel it through his mechanical body, that is.”

Seles nodded. “Yeah, I feel the energy that’s off with him too,” he confirmed. “He has a Corps Stone. I’m sure of it!”

“Then if it’s in him, why isn’t he a Toa?” Tala hissed.

The Matoran answered, “Oh, is that what this stone is called? Whatever it is, it made me beautiful again.”

“What do you mean?” Tala demanded.

“I saw you, by the shop,” the Matoran said. “Didn’t you notice me? Bent over, damaged, decrepit?”

Tala closed his eyes, trying to think of the various people he had seen on the streets. Then, he saw the Le-Matoran in his mind’s eye.

“You...” Tala muttered. “What happened to you? I don’t get it.”

“I’m not old, even when I looked like that,” the Matoran answered. “You see, my armor was aged. I was in terrible condition. I was young, however. I was once one of the most beautiful Matoran in the universe, one of the most beautiful beings. This is how I once looked,” he said, showing off his form with his right arm, sweeping it and the axe down his body. “But over time, my body became weak. My armor shattered, my armor and mask became worse and worse, and so did my body, until I looked like a Turaga. Then, when I fell, I found this stone beside me. I touched it to my chest for the warmth, and I was in my proper form again!” He put the tip of the axe to Eiran’s throat. “And I have to kill to keep it up. I have to take lives to keep myself looking good, to keep myself beautiful! Would you stand in my way? The way of beauty?” he demanded. He waved his arm forward, at Tala, “You wear such a beautiful scarf! You know what I’m talking about. How beauty drives things. It would be a crime for you to kill me, you know that, right?”

“Beauty means nothing!” Thete snapped. He was ready, along with Seles, to stop the Matoran. To use their powers to stop his body. Thete would start attacking the mechanical portions, while Seles would convert all kinetic energy into potential energy, effectively stopping his bodily movements.

But Tala wasn’t ready to do anything. He just stood, watching the Matoran.

“If you believe so much in beauty, then what are you doing? Combat and violence don’t befit beauty,” Tala said.

“Then why have the scarf?” the Matoran questioned.

“It’s resistant to flames. It’s a special plant.” he said. He lit the scarf on fire, but it didn’t catch. “See? It’s fine.”

“Then why wear it always? It could be useful in combat, I guess, but why constantly wear it? You’re displaying pride and beauty, just like me. You understand me, Toa of Fire,” the Le-Matoran said.

“No,” Tala said. “You can fight this! If you really believe in beauty, you wouldn’t be trying to murder someone.”

“I need to kill to keep my beauty,” the Matoran said. He lifted the axe blade. “Now she dies!” he shouted.

Eiran tensed, ready to die. Before that happened, the kinetic energy of the swing became potential energy, stopping his arm. He tried to move it, but couldn’t. He looked up, and Thete had his blaster raised. A blast found its’ mark in his head, dropping him to the ground, ending his life.

“I didn’t want to have to do that. But he could have crushed Eiran’s throat with his other arm.” Thete explained to Seles. Tala wasn’t listening. He was thinking about the conversation he was having with the now deceased Matoran. “It was justified.”

Tala walked away from them, looking down, lost in thought. He stumbled into a small alley between two boating houses. As soon as he passed through, he could hear his partners shouting for him, unsure of where he had wandered off to.

He looked ahead, seeing Turaga Rekona leaning on his staff, watching as Tala approached. Tala stopped and walked down a short flight of stairs to the dock, looking at his reflection in the water, looking at the scarf he wore. He grabbed a handful of it and just stopped.

“What are you going to do?” the Turaga asked.

“I saw what beauty can do,” Tala said softly. “That Matoran was driven to murder innocent people just to keep his beauty. That Ga-Matoran, Eiran, and the Le-Matoran both commented that I believe in beauty. I don’t want to become like that Le-Matoran was. I want to get rid of this scarf,” he hissed, ready to pull it off, to let it take in water and sink to the bottom of the sea.

“No,” Rekona said, resting his hand on Tala’s arm. “Don’t get rid of it. Keep it and wear it.”

“But why?” Tala asked.

“To remember,” Rekona replied. “To remember the Le-Matoran. And to remember what beauty can do to someone.”

Tala slowly nodded, releasing his grip on the scarf. He looked at his reflection. “I will continue to wear it. I will keep it. It will be a testament to my resolve not to become twisted, not like that Matoran,” he said. “I will remain myself, nothing more, nothing less. Beauty won’t overcome me."


 * -“Hey, Tala, what would you want for your last meal? You mean you don’t enjoy your energy intakes? You don’t even call them meals?! Anything is a meal, if you want it to be. Next time: “Hunger”. Me? Well I would...”

3: Hunger
A Matoran looked with greed to an energy cell sitting before him. This cell was the usual meal he had every time he needed an energy intake to continue to function. However, he needed a lot in order to function, many would say.

He absorbed two or three of these meals a day. Sometimes these cells, sometimes they would be Rahi, sometimes any other energy sources. As long as he could get a meal of energy out of it, he would absorb it.

He was the embodiment of gluttony, some said. He was always eating, always trying to get more energy. He was always being mocked.

Being a Vo-Matoran from Irp-Ţuat Nui, he was unique among the inhabitants of Angelus Nui. He was probably the only Matoran of Hunger on the island.

His insatiable appetite was a result of his elemental affiliation. He couldn’t help it, no more than the Le-Matoran could help being obnoxious, the Ga-Matoran being kind and studious, or the Ko-Matoran being withdrawn and silent.

But the people mocked him so much. Too much. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to run, to go to another island, to possibly even return home. But he couldn’t. He was stuck on Angelus Nui.

And what would it say about him if he left? Everything. He would be looked down upon by his people when he returned home. He and his people would be mocked by the Matoran of Angelus Nui. He was in a lose-lose situation.

He wanted to scream. He wanted any sort of release that could help him to express his emotions, to help get them out of his body. He then looked back to the energy sample. He reached out and grabbed it in his greedy hands, taking deep breaths as the energy flowed into him, helping to keep his appetite at bay, not that it wasn’t already. As always, he was overdoing it.

He pushed the dead cell to the ground and walked outside. He needed to go to the market and purchase more meals for himself.

He had his money pouch strapped to his side as he walked. He stopped at a store and walked inside the stone building. He immediately grabbed a basket and started to pile items into it. From more energy cells to smaller Rahi, like fish-types, he walked towards the counter.

Then, he nearly stopped and dropped his basket there. The man at the counter was a Matoran of Stone who constantly mocked him for his food habits. He didn’t want to have to face the man, but swallowed hard, finding the courage. He walked towards the counter and put his items on it.

“If it isn’t Oba the Glutton,” he mocked, looking at the basket. “How much food is in here? A day’s worth?”

The amount of food would last any other Matoran weeks to go through. For Oba, days.

“Please, can I just leave here in dignity? Without all this?” Oba asked in his husky voice.

“Dignity? With all this food?” the Po-Matoran questioned, shaking his head. “Dignity doesn’t apply for you, Oba. Not when you refuse to change your ways.”

“Why can’t we be friends again?” Oba questioned. “You were my first friend when I arrived...”

“Then I realized what a gluttonous pig you were,” the Po-Matoran muttered. “I hate thinking of the past, to our friendship. Now, buy or get out.”

Oba reached for his money pouch, and started to pull out widgets. Then, a Ta-Matoran walked behind the counter to relieve the Po-Matoran of duty. They switched without a word, and when Oba looked up, he realized that this Matoran was even worse on him.

“Well, Oba,” the Matoran said, pulling the basket across the counter. “Let’s look at what you have here.” He started to throw the items out and onto the counter, looking at them all in turn. He looked up to Oba. “I can’t sell you these,” he said.

“Why not?” Oba asked.

“If I let you buy them, you’ll only come back for more food later. And then, what will the others of this island buy? I’m afraid I can’t let them starve for the gluttony of a single Matoran. Oba, shape-up or get off this island. I don’t think it can support your body much longer!” he laughed.

The mockery. The laughter. It always got to Oba in the worst way. He dropped his widgets on the ground, even dropped the pouch, which had been partially undone from his belt. He turned and ran, seeking any comfort anywhere he could find it. He felt at his worst at this moment, at rock bottom. He couldn’t stand those people.

Angelus Nui was supposed to be a holy island. A place without mockery, without pain, without people picking on you. At least, that was a reason Oba chose Angelus Nui. To escape the mocks, and all of the people who would bully him for his eating habits.

He ran outside, and then into an alley. He slid to the ground, putting his hands over his eyes. He wanted to scream, to release himself, but couldn’t without attracting more attention. The attention of no doubt people who would continue to mock him.

He saw a small rat crawling around the ground in front of him. He looked around, but there was nobody nearby. His hand shot out, taking grip of it. The thing squirmed, trying to get out, but couldn’t. He drew it to his body, prepared to snap its’ neck and then devour its’ energy.

To use the energy of a lesser Rahi, like a rat, was always looked down upon. Nobody wanted to have to. Nobody with dignity, anyway. But some had to.

Oba didn’t have to. He wanted the energy, so he was going to.

Something hit his hand, and the rat escaped. He looked to his side, towards the street. He could see the Po-Matoran in the back, the Ta-Matoran in front of him, and a gang of about four other Matoran crowding around the entrance. Oba pushed himself up and backed away in fear as they approached him.

“What are you doing?” Oba wanted to know, questioning with no authority, no power in his voice. Only quavering fear.

“If you’re so hungry, then why didn’t you take the rat’s energy?” a Matoran called out. “I thought you had no dignity!”

“You knocked it away!” Oba cried.

“So you do have no dignity. You were going to eat it!” one laughed.

Two came forward and grabbed him. They pushed him to the ground, and then grabbed the rat. They shoved it into his face. “Devour it!” they laughed, trying to shove it into his audio transmitter. One called out, “Do it the way animals do! You’re no different from one!”

Oba cried out, trying to call for any help he could. He couldn’t get anything out. And the laughs of these men blocked anything he would do.

Something rolled out of the darkness of the alley. Oba looked up, along with everyone else. It was a stone, roughly as wide as his thumb was long, about as tall as his hand with the fingers spread up. It was plain, no marks.

He grabbed it and looked at it in wonder. He had heard of these, but had never actually seen one. He looked to the bullying Matoran, who still sneered and jested at his expense.

Enough was enough.

Oba pushed it to his chest. A burst of blinding light erupted from his chest as the Corps Stone sank into it. Blinding light overtook his form, completely obscuring him.

He rose, a full Toa now. His armor was black, silver and gray. He had a gray and silver mask, and primarily black armor, with the exceptions of his arms and legs.

As the Matoran panicked and started to flee, he threw his arm forward. They all started to drop to the ground, their energy being sucked right from their bodies and into Oba.

Oba walked out of the alley, now a Matoran once again. He smiled with greed as he walked away, leaving the drained corpses behind.

Seles walked down the street. He was content being alone, but then again, he knew that he wouldn’t be alone. Not since the Ga-Matoran Eiran had become friends of the three of them. She often followed the Toa around, hoping to learn about the island.

She had chosen to follow Seles around for the day. The Toa of Energy and the Matoran of Water made an odd pair, and all eyes that looked upon them told Seles that it was true. Seles also felt it was true. Eiran, apparently, did not.

“So, what’s that place?” She asked, pointing to a tall building with a spire reaching into the sky.

“That’s Turaga Otoka’s home and where she holds meetings from. Well, not meetings, but rather, congregations of the masses of Matoran, to preach.” He told her, “You’ll have to go in about a week when the next congregation is.”

“About a week?” she asked. “You don’t know? Is it moved around, or something?”

“No, always the same day. I think,” he said.

“Then why don’t you know?”

“I don’t go. I find those things boring. I went once, when our team was first brought together. From then on, only Gaila and Lewin went. Ever since they died...” he trailed off, obviously not wanting to go into details other than the fact that both of them were dead, “Ever since Tala became leader...” he corrected, trying to avoid the negative connotation of the deaths of the two former Toa of their team. “He’s gone.”

“So the leader goes?” she asked.

He nodded. “And since I have no plans leading the team, ever, I won’t have to go,” he replied. “Ever.”

“That boring?” she asked flatly.

He nodded. “Yeah...”

“So, Seles...what are you like?” she asked.

“Kind of random, isn’t it?” he replied.

“I want to know what type of person you are.”

He sighed. “Well... I’m an active person. I like to move, to be in the action. I like direct confrontation, feeling things for myself, seeing with my own eyes – the reason I carry no weapons, but rather use my fists. I have best interests at heart... but I usually would rather let the others handle such situations and just do things my way, if they cause damage or not. I believe in swift justice, in that way.”

“The end justifies the means?” she asked him.

He nodded. “I guess you could say that.”

“Same with me,” she smiled. “I believe in that as well.”

He nodded again. “So, what are you like?” He just wanted to stop talking about himself. He had omitted the fact that he hated to talk to people. That he was anti-social.

“I’m just a peace-loving person. Kind of quiet, keep to myself. I like to know about my surroundings. I like adventures...”

“Good thing you got thrown into one right away, then,” he said.

She nodded, recalling the memory of the Le-Matoran who had tried to kill her as soon as she arrived on the island. “One of the reasons I hang around with you Toa,” she said, smiling at Seles.

“I don’t buy that,” he said.

“It’s the truth.”

“I don’t believe you’re that shallow,” he said.

“I’m touched.”

He ignored her. He didn’t want to keep talking to her. As they rounded a corner, something caught Seles’s eye. He ran down the street, and slowed to a stop, looking at what he had seen.

It was a hand. A limp hand, belonging to a Matoran who was lying in an alley. He wasn’t moving. He was dead, dead of energy exhaustion.

“Eiran, you should go,” Seles hissed, rising. “Get the others.”

“But...”

“Go!” Seles shouted, clenching his fists and looking around.

Within a few minutes time, Tala and Thete ran down the street towards him. Tala held his sword, his scarf tails flowing behind him as he ran. Thete carried his energy blaster as always.

“What is it?” Tala questioned upon arrival.

Seles gestured to the corpses.

The other two gasped when they saw the multiple dead Matoran, all of them without wounds across their bodies. It was as if they had just dropped dead.

“Energy exhaustion,” Seles said. He looked up and down the street. “Not many Vo-Matoran on the island...”

“You think it was a Vo-Matoran with a Corps Stone?” Tala questioned.

“I do,” Seles replied.

Pressed up against the wall at the opposite end of the alley was Oba. He clutched his Corps Stone hard in his hand. He had heard enough. He spun out of the alley, pushing the item to his chest, erupting into brilliant light, and walking out as a Toa.

“Toa of Hunger,” Seles hissed. “As I said.”

Thete, in one swift instant, lifted his firearm up and opened fire, using energy bolts to pepper the enemy Toa, who laughed, walking forward, unfazed. He was absorbing the energy as it came into contact with his body.

“You’re weak,” he simply said. “And I’m hungry.”

His outstretched hand found its’ mark. Trails of energy began to leave Thete’s body, and flow into his opponent’s hand, into Oba’s body. He grinned as he took the delicious energy meals. He watched in delight as the Toa fell to his knees, only to be replaced by a Toa of Fire, hoping to use flames to offset the energy trails.

As a fireball raced towards him, he triggered his Kanohi for the first time. A shield was thrown up around his body, protecting him from the attack. Just like that Toa, he wore a Hau and was ready to use it. He threw his arm out again, making the Toa of Fire drop to his knees, shouting orders as his energy was sucked out of his body.

“Tala! Thete!” the Toa of Energy shouted. He ran forward, ignoring Oba’s presence. Oba grinned at this, and aimed his hand at this new Toa now.

Energy began to be sucked from his body, right into Oba’s awaiting hand, to his body. He grinned with relief as he took the energy, but then, was confused.

Why was he getting so much energy? How could one Toa have so much?

A punch to the face sent him into the wall at the end of the alley. He slid to the ground and looked up, and then took another punch to the face. He hit the ground, trying to push himself up. He was grabbed by the back of the neck, and hauled to his feet.

“Do you know who I am?” the Toa demanded.

“Who?” Oba hissed. The power of the corrupted Corps Stone was starting to change him. He was no longer the desperate, well-intentioned Vo-Matoran. Now he was a vicious, greedy Toa of Hunger.

“My name is Seles. I’m a Toa of Energy. The best type of Toa who could go against you,” Seles sneered, throwing a punch into his gut. Oba groaned in pain and slid to his knees. He took another punch to the face, and went to the ground.

Seles pointed his finger at the downed Oba. Oba screamed as a small explosion rocked his body. He screamed, and then, another small explosion, only this one was slightly larger.

“I’ll keep going until you die,” Seles hissed. “I’m simply exploiting your potential energy. You can’t take enough of my energy to keep me down, so I’ll keep using my powers to blast you with your own laziness, your own lack of combat experience, your lack of being able to push through the threshold of pain. This is where you die, Matoran.”

Oba screamed as more explosions rocked his body. Finally, as one more blast hit, he was reverted to Matoran form. He lay there, dying. In moments, he would be gone from this life.

And to think, all he wanted was a meal. That broke his own heart just thinking about it. How he would never have another meal again. That was the worst part of dying.


 * -“You can run and run, but you can never run fast enough. You can chase those who flee you, but their feet are lighter. Next time: “Speed”. How would I run fast enough?”

4: Speed
Thete stood up from his work. He put a hand to the small of his back and stretched, exhausted from the night’s work. As a Toa of Technology, at least he could keep his systems operating through force of will, through use of his own powers.

“What are you making?” he heard a soft voice ask him.

He glanced to the side. He saw the Ga-Matoran who wore a Faxon that they had met the other day. He couldn’t quite remember her name offhand, not after spending so much time working.

“Um...” he said.

“Eiran,” she told him. “So... what are you doing?”

“I’m building something,” he replied. “Have been for a while now. It was one of the last orders of our leader, Gaila, before...”

He went quiet. By the look in his red eyes, she knew better than to press the issue. Being new on Angelus Nui, an island of faith and majesty, she didn’t know the entire story behind the fall of its’ Toa team, behind the deaths of both its’ leader and second-in-command. She had heard some of the story from various individuals, but never the entire thing.

She didn’t wish to question him at all on the subject.

“What is it?” she asked him.

“I’d rather not say,” he answered. He looked to the curious Matoran, “Not until it’s done.”

She nodded. “I understand,” she replied. She stood up, “So, Thete... what are you going to do now? It looks like you’re done working, since Tala said you work straight on that. A break would imply something...”

“I’m going to the city,” he said. “I need some materials.”

“Would you mind if I joined you?” she asked him, not quite pleading or begging, but it was obvious she wanted to come with him.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. “Let’s go.”

She smiled and followed him from the bunker to the staircase, and up into the streets above, out of the main entrance into the city itself, instead of the path to the city.

After spending nearly an hour in the city, the two started back towards the closest entrance, a path that would lead away from the city, but to a wider entrance into the bunker. One meant for larger transports, rather than individuals. But it was faster, making it the easier path for these two to enter through.

Thete had two packs strapped to him, slung over his shoulders. One pack was on each hip. They jingled with parts as he walked. Eiran beside him carried nothing with her, except for a pouch of widgets at her belt, like many carried.

They all wore money like that. There was no need to worry about pickpockets. Or any sort of thief, for that matter. Criminals were rare on the island. Not many actually committed crimes like that.

Most of the crimes unfolding across the island consisted of Matoran using the Corps Stones. These crimes were mysterious, and mostly consisted of murder, or at least, attempted murder. They weren’t crimes like the powerless would try, such as thievery. Just pure murder.

There was something about the mysterious Corps Stones that caused murder. It was like a rage that built in the user, forcing them to expel it somehow. Through pain. Through murder.

Thete desperately desired to know the origin of the Corps Stones. None of the Toa – no one else, for that matter – actually knew where they were coming from. Who could possibly be distributing them, or for what purpose, if there actually was one.

Thete stopped. He motioned down a small hill with a rough cobblestone path. “That’s the entrance,” he said, pointing to a steel door grafted into the side of a small hill, “And the bunker. Let’s go.”

Before the two actually stepped onto the path, someone bumped into them. It was a white and blue armored Ki-Matoran. He wore a Kakama, designed to be sleeker than the normal mold. It looked more like a Faxon in all honesty.

He quickly stuttered an apology, and walked along, keeping his head down. As the two watched him, Eiran’s hands went to her sides, and then she felt her belt.

She looked down, shocked to see her pouch missing. Her belt felt lighter, causing her to touch it. Her touch revealed the lack of her widget pouch. She looked in shock to the Ki-Matoran up ahead, and then let out a shout to Thete.

“Looks like normal crime for a change,” he said, throwing his arm out, trying to get at the Matoran’s systems. He went after his technological functions, rather than his biological functions. He started to slow the Matoran’s systems, attempting to bring him to a stop before he got too far away.

As soon as the Matoran felt himself slowing, he took off running. Thete looked to Eiran, and dropped his packs on the ground. “Get them to the bunker,” he said, rushing off. He drew his firearm off of his back, in case something was about to go wrong.

As he turned the corner in pursuit of the Matoran, he was shocked to see the Matoran had stopped running. He smiled and stepped forward. “Okay, release the pouch,” Thete ordered.

“Make me,” the thief chuckled.

“I have a weapon,” Thete said, lifting his firearm slightly. “You should really obey me.”

“No,” he said. He smiled grimly, lifting something up. It was a Corps Stone.

“No!” Thete shouted, lifting his weapon. He opened fire, unleashing a single energy bolt from the weapon, aiming it at the stone.

The Matoran dropped with amazing speed, making the shots go overhead. He pressed the stone to his chest, and it slowly melded into him. He leapt forward as energy shot around his body, making him grow, making his body explode with elemental powers.

“Niveau Un,” Thete muttered, opening fire on the new Toa of Crystal.

The Toa was suddenly gone. He appeared behind Thete, a dagger in hand. He drove it forward, stabbing the Toa of Technology in the back. He laughed, plunging it farther, and even twisting it once to make his point.

He was fast, and he was strong.

“I’ll get you...” Thete muttered, trying to reach out with his powers, trying to get at the enemy Toa. Anything that could even be considered an attempt at stopping him would be worth the pain that was filling him.

“You can’t get me,” the assailant sneered. He pulled the dagger out, making Thete arch his back and scream in pain. The Toa was in front of him then, really taking advantage of his Kakama and his subsequent speed. He spun around, kicking Thete in the face, driving him into the wall. He threw his right arm forward, firing a diamond dagger outward, driving it into Thete’s gut. He opened his mouth, but no sound escaped.

The Toa walked forward and lifted his chin, lifting his head. He looked into Thete’s eyes, and showed off his normal dagger. He pressed it against the Tryna that Thete wore, and smiled grimly.

“I could kill you right now,” he hissed. He drew his dagger back and shook his head, taking a step back. “But I won’t.”

“You... I’ll get you...” Thete hissed, lifting his firearm, making an attempt to at least get one shot off. He knew it was unlikely that he would even hit his foe, or even lift his weapon, but he had to try.

“I’m going to kill you if you lift it any higher,” the other Toa threatened. “And you know I have the speed to back my statement up.”

Thete knew it was true. He lowered his weapon and just stood, watching his opponent.

The Toa of Crystal turned around. He smiled and took two steps forward. He delivered a brutal kick to the side of Thete’s head, and watched the Toa of Technology slump down. He chuckled and walked away.

Thete watched him from the corner of his eye, and shut himself down. He used his own powers on himself, forcing him into a “sleeping” state, so to speak. He had to trust the others to be able to deal with this problem. If he tried, he would die from his wounds.

Eiran dumped the two sacks by the rest of the technology that was scattered around the room. She looked around, but saw nobody.

Then she heard someone open the door from the street, and saw Seles walking down. He looked up. “Eiran... what are you doing in Thete’s workshop?” he questioned.

“Thete wanted me to deliver parts for him,” she said. “He’s chasing a Matoran who stole my money.”

“A Matoran stole from you?” Seles questioned. “Kind of odd... no crimes like that usually happen here.”

“I think something’s wrong. I just feel it,” she said.

Seles nodded, “I know what you mean. No crimes like that typically happen, and it just happened to someone with a Toa. I think it was planned. But Thete is smart, I’m sure if something bad was happening, he was smart enough to avoid it.”

“What if he wasn’t?” she questioned.

He glanced to her, “I’ll go look. You can just wait here.”

She nodded slowly as he walked past her, rushing out to the streets above through the larger exit, rushing up the path towards the city.

What could she do to pass the time? To wait? She looked at the mostly completed machine that Thete was building, and then at the parts. She found a set of blueprints, and then started pulling pieces out of the packs.

She may not have been a Mi-Matoran, but she figured she could figure out what to do. If she was right, and something was wrong with Thete, she would have to do it in his place.

Seles looked around, but couldn’t see anyone. He knew that if the streets were empty, there was a good reason for it.

He spun around, seeing a blur coming at him. He took a slash to the chest and went down. He cursed as he grabbed the wound in one hand, and pressed his other to the ground as he pushed himself back to his feet. He looked around. “Where are you?” he screamed.

The Toa of Crystal stopped running and stood right in front of him. “Right here,” he mocked, toying with his dagger. He vanished, running a circle around Seles, becoming nothing more than a blur around the yellow, orange, and gray armored Toa.

He watched, knowing that he could affect his momentum. If he could stop his momentum, he would take very damaging results. If he could keep him down long enough, he could use an explosive outburst of potential energy to keep his foe down.

He clenched his fists, waiting for the attack to come. He was best suited for a fistfight, and wanted one, rather than having to use his powers.

He screamed as a dagger was plunged into his back. He stumbled forward a few steps, and then cursed, falling to the ground as the Toa tore the dagger from his back.

He laughed, “Two down, one to go!” He walked towards the city, and then, became a blur as he sped away.

Tala walked around the city. He knew that his partners had failed. He didn’t know what had happened, but the mere fact that they hadn’t been at the base when he had, and the fact that he had seen Eiran working on Thete’s project told him a lot.

He had intuition. He needed a lot of it to be a leader.

He stopped. He held his sword tight, and spun around, putting the blade out. He could see a blur rushing him, but couldn’t figure out what to do. His mind went blank, so blank he couldn’t throw a shield up.

''What is happening? What was that blur?''

As it slowed, some features became recognizable. It was then obvious what this was.

Niveau Deux. The second stage of the Corps Stone powers. The form of a beast, with a mind slowly going to become one of them. It was like a monster.

Not quite the monster that had claimed the lives of Gaila and Lewin, but close.

“Such speed...” Tala muttered.

He heard something behind him. He saw something racing forward. He turned and ran towards it, realizing it was his only chance to win.

More intuition told him that. It also told him this strange thing was Thete’s project.

Tala leapt up, grabbing the handlebars of the machine. He set himself down, bending his legs back. Armor came down over his shoulders. He loaded his sword onto the right side, keeping it latched onto the machine. The silver, gray, and black vehicle hovered over the ground with the use of jets and boosters spread across the frame of the machine. A blaster was present on the nose of the machine, with a claw mounted beneath it for grappling, as well as two blades above it for ramming.

It was a motorcycle vehicle. Thete had delivered what was needed the most in this battle. He had pretty good hindsight for someone who didn’t build for occasions, but built rather for the freedom of building.

As the two sped towards each other, they clashed. The blades atop the cycle clashed with the bladed claws of his foe. That’s when he got a good look at him. He was mostly the same, in his humanoid form of white and blue. He had blades coming down over his shoulders, as well as blades spreading out at his wrists. He had a tail with a long bladed end. He had blades covering a piece of his chest for close quarters combat, as well as blades running up his legs.

He had a wild, vicious look in his eyes as they met. The speedy Toa of Crystal was used to cutting his foes down with a quick slash, a quick swing, a quick stab. His speed was unmatched, and by changing, he believed that even more.

Tala was here to challenge that belief. He sped up, ramming past his opponent. He spun his cycle around, and drove at him again, unleashing a blast of flames from the cannon mounted beneath the nose.

The creature spun around, using his tail for support at such a high speed. He rushed forward, creating a shield of crystal on his left arm. He threw it up, parrying the blast of flames as he got closer, drawing his right arm back for the slash that would end it.

Tala pulled quickly aside. He grabbed his sword in his right hand, tore it free, and slashed out, cutting his opponent down the side.

The monstrous Toa shouted, stumbling past him. He spun around, speeding forward with the use of his Kakama, lifting his arm again. The crystal shield was aimed at Tala. It started to fracture, and then, split apart, becoming a series of deadly crystalline projectiles.

Tala spun around, unleashing the power of his Hau. He drove at the oncoming attacks. His vehicle took damage, but it would survive. He took hits, but was completely shielded thanks to the powers of his Kanohi mask.

He slashed the enemy Toa in the chest. The Toa gave out a shout and stumbled forward. He lashed his tail back, slashing at the back engines with his blade. He gave out a grunt when he made contact.

Tala leapt off of the vehicle, letting it spin out. He twisted around in the air, throwing his sword arm out as he spun, unleashing a hurricane of flames, sending them rippling and spinning at the Toa.

He looked back and let out a shout as he was burned. He stumbled out of the flames and looked up, coming face-to-face with a fist and an energy bolt to the face. He stumbled back, taking another slash down the back.

The three real Toa stood above him as he collapsed on the ground, simply a Matoran now.

Tala looked up to Thete, “I think I... kind of trashed that cycle,” he apologized.


 * -“The falling pitter-patter of the rain makes everyone come to ease. But what? This rain is different? How is it different, Tala? What does it actually mean when you come to understand it? Next time: “Rain”. The meaning in the falling drops...”

5: Rain
Rain pattered down onto the bunker, onto the entire city, onto the entire Isle of Angelus Nui. The rain was calming as Tala sat below a low roof outside of the larger exit of the bunker, looking outside. The rain dripped off of the roof onto the ground before him, but never touched him.

For a Toa of Fire, he actually did like the rain. It made him think back, think to the past.

Thete, who was repairing the vehicle inside – which he had dubbed the &quot;Flame Cycle&quot;, since it was designed for use by Tala – didn’t care about the rain. He was still recovering from his wounds from the Toa of Crystal, and only wanted to finish his repairs.

The rain also held deep meaning for him.

Seles was lounging around. For a Toa of Energy, he had a lazy side to him. He just laid back, looking at a small skylight that was in the roof of the bunker, looking at the rain as it collected on the glass above.

The rain also meant a great deal to Seles.

Tala looked up. He watched as Eiran ran, covering herself with a large pouch. She got under the roof and lowered the empty pack, laying it on the ground. She looked to Tala and smiled, “I don’t like the rain.”

At the look of disbelief, in his eyes, and his open mouthed expression, she quickly said, “I know, I know. I’m a Ga-Matoran; I should like the water, but...”

“No, not that,” he muttered. “How can you not like the rain?” he shouted, throwing his arm up to the overcast sky, to the wet landscape. “The rain is glorious! The rain is amazing! The rain is...”

“An inconvenience,” Eiran said.

“How?” Tala demanded.

She shrugged. “To me... it just is,” she said, walking inside to see what was happening indoors.

Tala sat in the corner, shaking his head in disbelief of her words. It was like she had spoken blasphemy to him.

“Tala, not everyone likes the rain.,” he heard the voice of Turaga Rekona tell him.

He glanced to his side. He could see the Turaga of Air, soaked, walking under the small roof and sitting down, leaning heavily on his staff. He looked to the Toa of Fire, “I don’t hate the rain, but I don’t love it, either.”

“What’s wrong with the rain?” Tala demanded. “I’d like that explained to me.”

“It’s wet. It’s an inconvenience,” Rekona said, shrugging. “Just face it, not everyone likes it. They have different reasons.”

Tala muttered to himself and looked back out at the rain. “The rain is beautiful. It carries... no, never mind.”

“What?” Rekona questioned. “What were you getting at?”

“It carries a lot of meaning,” Tala said, looking out at the continual rain, “It... it reminds me of the past. I’ll explain...”

“Why does Tala love the rain so much?” Eiran questioned to Thete and Seles as she sat down.

“Because it holds a lot of meaning to him,” Seles said from his spot above her.

She turned to look up at the raised platform on which he lay on his couch, “What sort of meaning?”

“It means unity,” Thete said, finishing the repairs to the Flame Cycle. He looked to Eiran again, “For all of us. It means unity.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“Then let me explain it,” Thete told her, opening his mouth to continue.

Darkness overhead. Rain fell around the gathered group of people.

A Toa of Water and a Toa of Air stood in the street, their weapons aimed at the three strangers, all of them wearing rags, appearing like some sort of criminals. Each of them carried a form of blade at their waist, but none of them had their weapons drawn.

“Who are you three?” the Toa of Water shouted. “Are you a threat to this island? Answer truthfully, and meet your end swiftly!”

“We came here for a better chance at life,” the Toa of Fire said, stepping forward. At his advance, the Toa of Water lifted her arm up straighter, focusing the tip of the arrow at his face. He backed away. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “But we do mean you no harm.”

“And just who are you lot?” the Toa of Air questioned.

“Just travelers,” the Toa of Fire said. “My name is Tala.” He cast his weapon aside as a show of good faith. “I came here to look for a life. These two came with me as we met as we all traveled, looking for the same end result.”

The other two Toa cast their weapons aside as well. They lowered their hoods, revealing that they were a Toa of Energy, and a Toa of Technology.

“So, a better life is your goal,” the Toa of Water said. She turned away, the rain gliding down her back. “Then come with us.”

“You mean it?” the Toa of Fire exclaimed with glee. “We can come?”

“Of course,” the Toa of Water said. “We could use more men.”

The Toa of Air sheathed his weapon on his back and stepped towards them, holding his hand out. “Lewin,” he said. “She’s Gaila, the leader. I’m second-in-command.”

The Toa of Fire took the hand, “I’m Tala.” He gestured to the Toa of Energy. “Seles, and Thete,” he finished as he gestured to the Toa of Technology last.

“Seles, Thete, Tala, please, come with me,” Lewin said, leading them out of the rain, towards a path down near a small hill with a steel door. The four Toa entered behind Gaila, who turned to face them. Lewin stepped forward to stand by her, and turned around just the same.

“From today forth, you three shall be our team,” Gaila said. “I can sense no ill-will in any of you.” She looked at them one-by-one, “I am your leader, Lewin is my second-in-command. From today forth, we’ll all work together. You’ll be trained in various ways, and, you shall help us to defend his island we love.”

The rain poured harder, pounding on the roof of the bunker. It had an almost peaceful effect on the assembled group of Toa.

“Now, let’s get to work,” Gaila said. “Your training begins immediately. Now, enjoy yourselves here. Being Toa for Angelus Nui is an honor. Being able to help defend this city of faith, and knowing that we are not revered, but rather, admired, is a great change of pace. We are to wear that fact well, and appreciate all the Matoran do for us. Any questions?”

No one spoke.

“Very well. Tala?”

He stepped forward, “Yes?”

“Why are you staring at the rain?” she demanded.

He offered her a smile, “I wanted to look out and remember this specific rain. The rain that was coming down when we became a team. When myself, Seles and Thete became Toa for your team, Gaila.”

The Toa of Water smiled, “Very well then. You’re the sentimental type, aren’t you?”

“In a manner, yes,” he said.

“I can feel you’re a good man,” she said. “You’ll be the third-in-command. You had better pay very close attention to how we do things here, Tala, or else...”

He nodded. “I understand. And thank you for taking such interest in me,” he said, quickly bowing. “I won’t fail you!”

“You had better not,” Gaila said, offering him a smile. She turned to Lewin, “Let us begin their training.”

The three new Toa all looked out once more to the rain behind them as the door came down. The rain that had created their unity, all because three Toa were looking for shelter, and had found the two others.

“I understand,” Eiran said. “You came together because of the rain. You’re a team because of the rain.”

Thete nodded, “If we hadn’t arrived on that day, looking for shelter, we’d have probably moved on. As we searched for shelter, Matoran reported us as looking like intruders, as roughians. The other two stopped us, and saw us for what we were. If we had been even a day late, we would have missed them, since they left the next day on a trip, and didn’t return for nearly a week’s time. We would have moved on, and who knows where we would have ended up at.”

Eiran nodded in amazement at the story. She smiled. “I’m going to go and enjoy the rain, then,” she said, walking out. She exited past Tala and Rekona without a word, and stepped into the rain. She smiled, feeling it running down her armor. Then, she let out a cry and stumbled back.

“What is it?” Tala called, grabbing her. He looked to Rekona, but the Turaga had left. He looked back to Eiran, “What?”

“It burns!” she cried.

He set her down as the other two rushed over. He put his hand into the rain, and quickly retracted it. He cursed and looked to the others. He nodded, “It does hurt. It burns.”

Thete and Seles each put a hand out, but quickly retracted them as well.

“Acid rain. Has to be,” Thete said. He looked to Tala, “What do we do?”

“There has to be a cause. We’ll find and eliminate it,” he said, rising. He looked to Eiran. “Stay here, where it’s safe,” he said.

She nodded and scurried inside. He looked to the others, “We have to be fast about it. Find any Toa who could do this, and take care of it.”

They bumped fists, and ran off in various directions, armed with only their normal weaponry. Tala had even abandoned his scarf for this, only his crimson armor shining as he ran through the streets. They all hoped that their weapons – in Seles’s case, his fists – would be fine from the acid rain as they ran along, looking for whoever was causing it.

“Stay inside!” Thete warned as he ran. Some Matoran decided to come out and see what was happening, only to be burned by the falling acid rain. He knew it was just curiosity, but hated it anyway.

He stopped. “Stay inside!” he shouted at another group. He continued to run, but soon, came out of the rain. He looked back, realizing he was at the edge of the site of the rain. It didn’t cover the entire island.

“Maybe whoever it is is outside of range,” he muttered, rushing off through the dry streets, searching for any suspicious activity.

Seles was tired of warning Matoran. He just shouted at them with no specific orders. If they didn’t listen to the urgency and withdraw indoors, the pain would make them. He slowed down and looked up two streets. One led to an end of the rain, one led to more rain. To the heart of where they assumed the rain was.

“Which one?” he muttered, looking back and forth. “Out, or the heart?”

Whoever was doing this couldn’t be stupid enough to stand in their own acid rain, he judged. He ran out of the rain, heading towards drier streets up ahead.

Tala wasn’t foolish enough to leave. He had enough intuition to realize he had to stay in range, and the others were probably checking out of range.

The rain meant the most to him, after all. He would be the one to stay inside of it to hunt down the twisted person who was doing this to the precious, glorious rain.

He walked down the street, entering the heart of the rainfall. One of the large, empty city squares.

He stopped when he saw a Toa of Water standing there, holding a sickly green spear high in the air. She turned to look at him, and smiled. She lowered the spear, “Oh, a Toa. How unplanned.” She pointed the spear at him. “Come at me and die,” she hissed.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Making the rain into acid rain,” she said. “My acid spear here is seeing to that.”

“Why would you do such a thing?” he demanded. “As a Toa of Water, why? Isn’t the rain glorious?”

“I created this rain,” she said. “I can do what I wish with it.”

“No, you can’t,” he said. “The rain means something to people.”

“What loser would find meaning in rain?” she laughed. “Better off to suffer!”

“I find meaning,” he hissed, lifting his sword. He raced forward, sliding ahead and slashing her across her chest. She let out a scream and stumbled back, lowering her weapon, facing it at him now. She hissed, watching him move around her.

“I’m doing this because I should,” she said, answering his question.

“The Corps Stones really do corrupt,” Tala muttered.

“Corrupt? No! I feel great!” she shouted at him. She lunged, plunging her sickly green spear forward. The blade just missed as he dodged to the side. He lunged forward himself, thrusting at her. She parried with the shaft of her weapon.

She spun around, slashing as far at him as she could. He threw up a shield, protecting himself at the last moment from taking a poisoned slash. He threw his left arm forward, unleashing a torrent of fire into her face, making her stumble away from him.

“You brat!” she cried, throwing her spear forward.

He waved his sword in front of her weapon, burning it to ashes. As the ashes fell, or were scattered by the wind, they stood staring at each other, at the former spear between them.

“You know how much I paid for that thing?” she screamed in question, rushing at him. She drew water up her right arm, creating a blade running down it, past her fist. She drew her arm back, slid at him, and threw it forward.

He generated enough flames around his left hand to throw an open palm forward, catching her fist, reducing the water to steam. He shook his head, “No. You won’t get me like that.”

“Let go of my fist!” she shouted, trying to pull away to no avail.

He shook his head. “No,” he said, kneeing her in the chest. She stumbled back as he then released her. He spun around, sending a wave of flames from his sword right into her chest, throwing her to the ground.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “Some wannabe Toa with a stone?”

“Like you? No. I’m the real deal,” he said, walking towards her, pressing the tip of his sword to her throat.

“I’m real as well,” she hissed.

“I can feel your power. It’s pulsating in such a way that it can only be a result of the Corps Stone,” he told her. “You’re a fake, trying to disrupt the rain for those like me and my partners, those of us who love the rain with all our hearts, because it means the world to us.”

“Rain actually matters?” she laughed, reducing back to her Matoran form. “How can rain matter?”

“It’s where my partners and I all met,” he hissed.

“Sentimental Koryl,” she insulted.

Rage flashed to life in his eyes. He drove his sword through her throat, ending her life in one thrust. He glared down the blade of the weapon, into her corpse. He withdrew the weapon and walked away, shaking his head.

“You insulted me too many times. You insulted the rain too many times,” he said, shaking his head for what he had just done. He repeated his mantra, trying to calm himself, “Ascend from the depths of the pain of memories...”


 * -“A decree of divinity, of order, of religion. Is this what my counterpart, Otoka, stands for? I don’t doubt these beliefs, but Tala... are you actually listening to this? This is so boring... Next time: “Divine”. While some believe, others don’t.”

6: Divine
Turaga of Psionics, Otoka, stood high in her balcony. She held her blue, sleeked-down staff in her right hand, and a tablet in her left. She slowly read the tablet to all gathered in the grounds before her home, and the spire in which she was positioned.

Tala shifted weight from one foot to the other. He had never been one for these gatherings, being preached to by the Turaga. He wished Rekona would be the Turaga who was in charge, but that didn’t seem to be the case, and probably never would be.

As he looked around, he caught no signs of Rekona. He wished that the Turaga of Air were there, if for nothing else than to have such a friendly face nearby.

With everyone being bowed, it was hard to see specific people. It was hard for even the larger Toa to see the other Toa over the smaller Matoran. If he would rise to look, then Otoka would notice and question him on what he was doing.

He really didn’t want to have to talk to her. She was too strict, too uptight with rules. That’s why she held these decrees, these sermons, of sorts. She would often speak on divinity, faith, and things of that manner. After all, a holy island like Angelus Nui needed to keep things like this in mind in everyday life for the good of the people of the island.

Everyone rose as Otoka finished reading off of her tablet. This was the first time Tala was able to see his partners off in different directions, both of them just as bored as he was.

Normally Otoka didn’t require such an audience. She would be holding four of the same speeches today, to get the entire population of the island there eventually. The Toa were all in the first batch, which was the longest, unfortunately.

He noticed that Eiran was also there. He felt for her, having to be new to the island and having her first speech being such a long one, one that was almost depressing to listen to as the Turaga started to crack down.

Tala was about to stifle a yawn, no matter how disrespectful that would be, to yawn, but then, he felt a chill shoot through his body.

He glanced up at the spire. He could see four figures flanking Turaga Otoka. One of them was clad in blue armor. One was in red armor. One was in green armor. One was in black armor.

Each one of them had wings sprouting from their backs, wings of different styles. Each carried the same basic shaped weapon, just in different styles.

It was like a staff of sorts, with the end being a cross. That was the weapon: the cross-piece of it. Longer bottom, shorter top and sides. It was supposed to represent faith and order, what they upheld.

They were the four Seraphim, the four watchers of the island. They were looked up to by the Matoran populace, and they were the true protectors of the island. The Toa weren’t really needed, but it helped some Matoran to cope by having the traditional Toa there to assist them, since the Seraphim didn’t help them in lesser matters that the Toa would help with.

Tala always hated to see these four. They always gave him a bad sensation just looking at them. He realized it was because of the power they didn’t try to restrain, that they always had flowing out of their bodies, to appear as an intimidating force, even though they were a holy one, in actuality. He could never try to understand such power, nor even want to.

He knew that Gaila had, however, learned to cope. She could walk right up to a Seraphim who exerted his power and stand, speak, no weakness overcoming her. Tala knew of no other who could, except for Otoka, who was with them so much that she must not feel it anymore. Whenever anyone needed to see a Seraphim, they always dropped that burst of power radiating from them, to allow for the person to approach without problems.

Tala looked down, back at the ground. He couldn’t stand looking at the Seraphim. He believed in what they stood for, just not how they did – or rather, didn’t – do their job as guardians.

Tala guessed that the Seraphim protected Otoka just right. She was never in any danger, since they were always within eyeshot of her. Instead of protecting the populace, they protected her, leaving the Toa to the populace.

Even if that were the case, the problem Tala had with them was that they never brought it up. They never told the Toa that that was their plan, if it even was, and not just a guess on Tala’s part. He shook his head, trying to clear the thought of the Seraphim away.

“Toa Tala. Is something the matter?” he heard an older voice question of him.

He looked up at the spire. Turaga Otoka, high up and ahead, was looking down at him, speaking directly to him.

He rose, “No, Turaga Otoka. Nothing is wrong. Please, continue.”

Otoka regarded him for a moment. She nodded, “Bow again.”

“Of course,” he said, taking to a knee and staying crouched with everyone else. Otoka continued, but the words didn’t really come to Tala. He heard them, but didn’t process them.

Most people were like that. Especially at these types of speeches.

Tala closed his eyes, trying to think, trying to focus on something else. He wanted his mind to be anywhere but here. He just wanted some peace.

He got it. So did everyone else.

Ice covered everyone in the square beneath the Turaga’s home. Even the spire wasn’t safe as it was also frozen over in a deep freeze of ice.

A Toa stumbled out of an alley, laughing. He started to violently cough and collapsed to his knees. He held his chest in one hand, coughing harder and harder, shaking his head.

“This... this power! This power is amazing!” he exclaimed, pushing himself to his feet. He was a crimson armored Toa of Fire, yet he wore the Kanohi Toltac, Great Mask of Deep Freeze. He was able to hit a radius of one-hundred bio with this power, and had done just that, essentially putting everyone in the square into a form of stasis within his ice confinement.

He walked towards the ice, climbing up it, heading towards the spire up ahead. He was there for one reason and one reason only.

Kill Turaga Otoka.

He stopped. His legs wouldn’t respond properly.

“Why won’t my legs work?” he muttered, hitting them with one hand. He focused some heat into his hand and pressed his hand over his leg, trying to warm his muscles, trying to make them work. Nothing happened.

Then he lost his heat. He looked at his hand, trying to focus more heat into it.

Sure, he had just obtained the Corps Stone that allowed him to transform, but that shouldn’t mean he was this limited with his powers. Why wouldn’t they work?

Was it the Toltac? He half-remembered someone telling him about his Kanohi once before, about its’ powers, but also, the downside it had.

“Weakness of body and mind...” he muttered. He looked at his legs, “Body...” He looked at his hand, “Mind...”

He fell to the ice. Maybe if he removed the Corps Stone he would be able to move. But then he realized that the energy transfer upon returning to Matoran form wouldn’t help him. He would still be just as weak, if not weaker, as a result.

He muttered to himself, pushing himself to his feet. His legs remained sturdy, but didn’t want to move. He looked ahead, at Turaga Otoka, his target.

He had to have her. He had to kill her. That was the only reason he had taken the Corps Stone instead of destroying it.

He had found it sitting on his table in his home. He was about to get rid of it, when he remembered what his Kanohi was, what it could do. It was only because of that, and the knowledge that Otoka was holding such a speech today that had prompted him to take the powers lying on the table before him.

He hadn’t known who had left the Corps Stone for him, nor did he care. All that he cared about was that he had the power to make things right. To take revenge on Otoka.

As he started to walk forward again, sacrificing power in the Corps Stone to power his body again, taking the time limit down, he heard something. He stopped and turned around, looking at the ice below him.

He saw a Toa of Fire down there. He doubted that he had seen this attack coming. He doubted that the resident Toa of Fire would free himself. He knew that the ice came too fast for even an experienced Toa to react, especially with their mind on something like whatever it was Otoka was going on and on about.

No, the Toa was secured down there. This new Toa was fine.

Seles pushed himself out of the ice. He was near the edge of the radius, and thus, was able to force his way through. Fortunately he had seen it coming at the last moment, and was able to unleash his power at that moment, slamming it into the kinetic energy of the ice. That had created enough of a gap for him to keep himself conscious instead of being completely frozen over.

He then used a burst of his power again. He took the potential energy of the ice in front of him, and made it explosive, blowing his way open. He pushed the last pieces of ice away as he walked out. He glanced up at the roof of this dome of ice, seeing a Toa of Fire atop.

He looked inside, seeing Tala’s scarf flowing up, caught in the ice. He followed the scarf down to a crimson, frozen body. He knew that Tala was still inside. This second Toa of Fire could only be a Matoran using a Corps Stone, or a new Toa of Fire.

He preferred the prior.

Seles shook his head, trying to think of what to do. He could try to free everyone else, and then deal with this Toa. He liked that plan.

Then he looked up and saw the Toa moving at the Turaga and Seraphim, trapped inside of the ice.

“No. My duty is to protect,” he hissed. “You’re mine,” he muttered, rushing up the side of the ice where the slope was most gradual, rushing after the criminal Toa.

As he ran, he shook his head. He muttered to himself, “Being the one to save the others when their energy won’t help them... I hate this element...” He thought about the Toa of Hunger, how he had defeated Oba by continually using his element of Energy. Now, Energy was the only thing that allowed him to be able to function, to be safe from the ice prison.

He really hated being the one to continue to have to fight. To be the one who was going to have to constantly save the others.

“I hope Turaga Otoka lets me leave early,” he said to himself as he reached the top. He stood a good distance behind the Toa of Fire. The Toa had no weapons and didn’t seem to notice him.

“How is it that a Toa of Fire can unleash that much ice?” Seles shouted.

The Toa spun around. He glared at the yellow, gray, and orange armored Toa who stood opposite of him. He shook his head, “How did you get free?”

“You didn’t attack as fast as you should have,” Seles said. “I felt it coming. I protected myself.”

“So be it,” the Toa hissed. “I’ll just kill you, after I deal with the Turaga over there.”

“Again, answer my question. How did you use this ice?”

The Toa pointed his right thumb back, at his Kanohi, “Toltac, Great Mask of Deep Freeze.”

“Powerful,” Seles said. “Now, answer another question. Why do you want to kill Turaga Otoka?”

“Why not?” he shouted. He threw his arms out, “Look at all of this! Look at all of these people, listening mindlessly, obeying whatever she has to say, no matter how foolish it is! I’m sick of it! I’m sick of listening to her, of people losing their wills because of her... I’m putting an end to it!”

“You’re trying to kill the Turaga because you simply don’t agree with what she preaches?” Seles said.

“Exactly,” the Toa answered.

Seles shook his head, “That’s weak.”

“What did you say?” he hissed back.

“I said, ‘That’s weak’,” Seles told him, walking forward. “You want to kill someone just because you got bored from them.”

“Everyone hates her,” the Toa of Fire said. “No one likes coming to these speeches! Why should I let her live? Why not do this for the people of this island?”

“Because her life isn’t worth so little that you can do this,” Seles said. “You’re still a Matoran at heart. I’m sure you can’t kill her.”

“You don’t think I can?” he shouted.

“Try it,” Seles urged. “Go ahead. Try to kill her. You can’t do it.”

The Toa turned away from him, walking towards the spire balcony. He reached his hand out, focusing heat. He was about to burn it through the ice, right through her face.

As soon as the ice turned wet from the heat, he drew his hand back. He shook his head, “No... I can’t do it. I thought I could... but I can’t. I just can’t...”

“See?” Seles questioned, walking towards him. “Now, just surrender the Corps Stone...” He held his hand out.

The Toa of Fire turned around. “I said I can’t kill her. But this can,” he said, closing his eyes.

“No!” Seles screamed, lunging forward, drawing his fist back for an attack.

The Toa’s body erupted into power, changing into a bestial form. The power of this form would start to decay his mind, making him more willing to commit this act of murder. His mind was already weakened from the use of the Toltac, no doubt this would let him kill the Turaga.

As he spun around, his tail, claws, pincers, and bladed arm all faced Seles. Seles punched, throwing all of his might into the single blow to his foe’s face.

The Toa, now in the form of Niveau Deux, spun around, slamming his tail into Seles, throwing him at the side of the ice. Seles managed to change his momentum to nearly nothing, thanks to his powers.

He pushed himself forward, throwing his hand out. He focused on the ice right beneath his foe’s feet, unleashing the potential energy of the ice, with devastating results.

Because of how thick the ice was, how high up it went, he had a lot to work with before he started to damage the structural integrity of the thick dome. Thanks to use of his Kiril in the past, he knew structure. He knew how much potential energy to use before the explosion or lack of ice started to damage the structure itself.

The explosion threw the Toa back, making him scream as his body was scorched by the blast. This pain, this large explosion, could probably be seen or at least, heard, over most of the island. The Toa slid down the ice, going towards the ground.

Seles leapt after him, taking grip of his opponent’s mask as they fell. As they hit the ground, Seles rolled away, tearing his Kanohi off.

The creature screamed. He started to thrash his arms and tail around, trying to get up, trying to move. But because of how weak he was from the Toltac itself, and now without a Kanohi, he was going to be even weaker, he was in no condition to rise. He was stuck.

Seles set the mask on the ground and focused his powers. He transferred all of the potential energy of the mask, blowing it to pieces.

He turned to the bestial Toa. “No one should have the power of that thing,” he said, walking towards the weakened opponent. He looked down, “Now, surrender your Corps Stone.”

Even with his slipping mind, he was able to understand what he had to do. He put his hand to his chest and activated the Corps Stone inside of himself. The stone slipped through his armor, into his hand. His body reverted back to that of a Matoran. He handed the Corps Stone up to Seles.

Seles looked at it, and forced it to explode in his hand. He cast the fragments aside and continued to walk towards the ice.

He looked to Otoka and the Seraphim. “You owe me,” he said, putting his hand to the ice to ready his powers.


 * -“Hey, Tala, what do you think of women? What about a woman fighting alongside a man? Would you be able to stop them? Next time: “Love”. In hearts, there is love.”

7: Love
Tala raced down the street, dodging past Matoran as he skittered into an alley in pursuit of a thief. All he knew was that a Ta-Matoran had stolen some things from a store. He didn’t take time to get an inventory. All he needed to know was that there was a thief and something had been stolen.

He slid past another corner, slowly walking towards his now cornered prey. He held his right hand out, “Give whatever you stole back, and you’ll be fine.”

“I think not,” the Ta-Matoran answered. He grinned evilly, reaching for his pouch on his side. Before he could get to it, Tala’s fist was on fire, ready to be unleashed.

“I wouldn’t try anything. If you even touch that Corps Stone, I’ll burn you,” Tala threatened. “You won’t be able to use it through the pain I’ll inflict.”

“Even on an innocent Matoran?” the Ta-Matoran questioned.

“You’re the ones we have to watch out for,” Tala hissed. “The ones who become corrupted enough to become Toa for evil. I’ll stop you, even if I have to hurt you like this.”

“You wouldn’t,” the Matoran said.

“I will,” Tala threatened.

The Matoran smiled, “Tell me, do you know about love?”

“What kind of love?” Tala demanded. “Love of comrades? Of home? Of friends?”

“Of another,” the Matoran said. “Of a woman.”

“Loving a woman?” Tala questioned. “What? Like a comrade or a friend?”

“No. Just having overwhelming feelings for her. Just desiring to be by her side, to be with her,” the Matoran specified.

“I’ve never heard of love like that,” Tala said.

“I guess I’m just different,” the Matoran said. He glanced down the alley, “So, Toa of Fire...”

“Tala,” Tala said.

“So, Tala, do you really think that I would be foolish enough to use a Corps Stone and potentially lose the woman I love?” the Matoran questioned.

“I don’t understand the type of love you speak of. Maybe?” Tala said.

The Matoran chuckled, shaking his head, “No, Tala. I wouldn’t. That’s why this isn’t a Corps Stone.”

“Then what is it?” Tala demanded.

“Let me pull it out, and you’ll see,” he said.

Tala nodded, “Fine. As soon as I see a weapon, you’re done.”

“It’s not a weapon,” the Matoran assured him. He pulled out one half of a stone. It was about the size of a Corps Stone, but cut in half, with a jagged edge running down one side, where it appeared that it would connect to another half.

“What is that?” Tala demanded, holding back his powers.

“This, my friend, is a Duos Stone. One half of one, anyway,” he said. He glanced down the alley at his side, “Bye!”

He dashed down the alley, escaping Tala. Tala cursed under his breath for letting his target escape. He raced down the alley and turned, his scarf whipping out around his face from the force of his turn. Before he could take a step forward, he saw the Matoran standing next to a Ga-Matoran. She held the other half of the stone. They faced the broken halves towards each other, as if they were going to combine it into one full stone.

Before Tala could open his mouth, or even get his foot halfway down, energy erupted around their bodies, swirling around them in a maelstrom of uncontrolled force. Tala was thrown back by his proximity to it.

He managed to dig his feet into the ground, slowing himself. As the energy retracted, forming a tighter circle around the two Matoran, Tala raced forward again, drawing his sword from his back as he ran, unsure of what was happening.

When the energy broke, there was a single figure standing there. The right side of the body was feminine, petite, and with the form of a woman. It was blue armored. The left was crimson, thicker and more muscular, like a man. Down the exact center was a gray line, separating the colors and body types. The mask was a combination of both the sleek mask of the Ta-Matoran, and the blockier mask of the Ga-Matoran.

Before Tala could open his mouth to question it, he was bombarded by snow. He threw his arms up, attempting to shield himself. He was failing, and fast. He saw that the mask was glowing, using the powers of snow, somehow.

“My Bli,” the figure said in a woman’s voice.

As Tala finally saw through the near blinding snow, a stone smashed into his face, throwing him down the alley. He rolled, losing his sword along the way. He reached for it, but it skittered too far away from him.

“My Spen,” the Toa said in a man’s voice, the voice of the Ta-Matoran. That’s when he looked up, realizing just how close the Toa was, and he realized it wasn’t a rock thrown at him, but rather, a fist covered in stone.

The Bli was the Mask of Blizzards. It allowed the user to summon blizzards to bombard the enemy, cover them in snow. It was perfect for a Toa of Ice.

The Spen was the Mask of Stone Armor. It allowed the user to coat his or her body in armor of stone. It was perfect for a Toa of Stone, who could then manipulate their armor as a weapon. This Toa had just punched him with it, however.

“I don’t understand,” Tala hissed, pushing himself up. His scarf was falling in front of his body. He threw it back around to his back.

“A Duos Stone merges two individuals,” the male voice said. “As long as two people in synch each have half of it.”

“We love each other,” the woman’s voice said, despite the lips still moving, not missing anything, “We’re in synch. We have this power to merge into one. A Toa of Water and Fire. A dimporphic Toa.”

“You’re merging into one?” Tala shouted. He came to his feet, but stumbled back. He braced himself against the wall behind him for support, “You’re not using a Corps Stone, but this is just as bad! You’re becoming Toa for selfish and wrong reasons!”

“You don’t know why we use this power,” the man said. “We use it to be together.”

“Forever,” the woman added, making the lips smile.

“You’re doing this for each other...” Tala hissed. “That’s still selfish.”

“Call it what you will, but we’ll do what we must to be together,” the woman said. She raised her stone covered arm. Water was focusing around the inside and outside of the stone. As the water raced forward from the stone, Tala was blasted into the wall behind him. Then, the water that was built up beneath the stone sent the stone crashing forward, carried by the force of the water pressure.

The stone smashed into Tala’s chest, making him scream in pain. He started to see spots in his vision. His breath began to come in labored periods. His mind started to blank.

The Toa walked forward, grabbing him by the throat, lifting him with the strength that came with the use of the Spen. The eyes of the Matoran looked into the Toa’s eyes.

As Tala looked at both eyes, he realized they were different. One was noticeably the same as the Ta-Matoran’s, the other was different, gentler, obviously the Ga-Matoran’s.

“You’re still the same people,” he said. “I see it in your eyes. You aren’t truly one. Just two beings merged temporarily.”

“We’ll be together forever,” the man hissed. “Even if we aren’t in one body, even if we are two forms in one mold, we’ll still be together!”

“As long as we love each other,” the woman said. They threw him down the alley, smashing him into the walls by the angle of their throw.

Tala moaned as he stopped. He sat up, his head was spinning. He had no way of defeating these two. They had four elements between them, technically. While he could only use flames and no doubt the Fire-half of the Toa would stop him.

The two laughed as they picked up his sword and walked towards him. Tala backed away, shaking his head as they approached.

“No... no...” Tala said.

“Yes... yes...” they mocked in one voice.

They lifted his sword high, and slashed it down, making Tala scream.

“Where are you?” Seles called.

“Tala?” Thete shouted.

The two Toa walked through the streets, searching for their missing leader. He had been gone for too long. They had to find him.

As they walked into an alley, they saw the hallmarks of a battle. They rushed over, but were unable to identify what had done the damage.

Two Matoran were walking out in the street nearby. Thete rushed towards them, “Have either of you seen Toa Tala?”

The Ta-Matoran shook his head, “The Toa of Fire? Nope.”

His Ga-Matoran companion nodded, “Yeah, I saw him.” She pointed back the way they had just come from, “He was going that way, fighting against someone. A Toa I think, but I couldn’t tell what element.”

“Thanks,” Thete said. He looked back to Seles, “Come on!”

The two raced away, rushing in the direction of their tip. As soon as they were out of view, the two Matoran smiled to each other, drawing their Duos Stones from their pouches and continuing on down the street.

“Come out!” the Ta-Matoran shouted. “It’s not too painful to die. I think...”

“If you promise not to get involved again, you can live!” the woman assured.

Tala was pressed against another alley, farther down. He was heavily wounded by his own blade. He had no idea where his sword was now, other than that his foe’s had it somewhere.

They were dangerous. Sadistic, powerful, and dangerous. Their love for each other was too strong to break. It became strength.

“I don’t know what to do...” Tala muttered.

“Allow me to help.”

He looked to his side. He could see Turaga Rekona coming in from another street to enter the alley. He was shocked to see the Turaga was here.

“Rekona...” Tala said.

Rekona shook his head, “Tala, no time for that. We have to find a way to defeat those Matoran and their combination.”

“I know...but what?” Tala questioned.

“I don’t know. Only you can truly make that decision,” Rekona said. “I’m no longer a warrior.”

“But in your time, what had you done to fight an enemy stronger than you?” Tala questioned. “Please! I need to know!”

“I can’t tell you,” Rekona said. “That’s the burden of being a Toa. You must figure things out for yourself.”

“But Turaga help Toa...” Tala said.

“Not me,” Rekona replied. “I don’t help in the conventional sense. I help you by making you think it out yourself.”

“But please!” Tala pleaded.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help,” Rekona said. “Just do what you can. What you must.”

They could hear the voices of the two Matoran drawing nearer and nearer.

“Okay, Turaga. I understand,” Tala sighed.

“Good,” Rekona said. He walked out the way he had entered. “I don’t want to be here when they come. Good luck.”

“Thank you,” Tala said, rising. “I’ll do my best.”

The dual-toned Toa walked into the alley, looking around. Sword clutched tight, after retrieving it from its’ hiding place in another alley.

“Where are you?” the male voice questioned, ringing out through the alley.

“We won’t do too much damage,” the female promised, chuckling.

They stopped. The wind was blowing. There was an alley adjacent to the road up ahead. They saw a little bit of a scarf peeking out, being blown by the wind.

They moved towards it, and stopped. They held the sword tighter, had their minds ready for an attack, and spun around the corner, slashing down at where the body would be.

They stopped when the realized nobody was there. The scarf had been tied to a pole in the ground, allowing it to give the illusion that Tala was getting sloppy in his hiding.

Tala dropped down behind them from a roof. He threw his hand forward, resting it on the small of their back.

Before they could react, he unleashed a massive blaze of fire into them. They screamed in both voices, reaching for the scarf for support, pulling themselves away from Tala’s touch. They fell into the alley and rolled a bit, trying to get the fire off.

“Not so tough, are you?” he questioned, walking forward. He glared at the Ta-Matoran’s side, “You couldn’t even absorb it!”

“You surprised me,” he hissed.

“It was you who surprised me with that fusion when we first started,” Tala said. “And then with four powers being thrown at me. Let’s call it even,” he said. He crouched down, grabbing the sword by the blade. He yanked it from their grip, taking it back in his.

The Toa rose. They panted, trying to formulate a plan against Tala.

Tala watched them. He was cocky, and decided to show them that. He grabbed his scarf and pulled it on, tying it tight around his neck, letting the tails flow down his back.

“Come on,” he said, trying to encourage their attack.

“We’ll finish it,” the woman said.

“Finish...” the man said, nodding.

“What?” Tala muttered, not understanding the meaning in the words.

They put their hands together, facing them at Tala. Power erupted through both arms, focusing into the place where their palms met. In an instant, a blast of steam erupted out, using every ounce of energy in the Toa’s body as a weapon, trying to use steam that would disintegrate Tala’s body, attempting to kill him in one last-ditch effort.

Tala stumbled back, his shield thrown up. As soon as the worst of it faded, he leapt forward, driving his sword blindly into the lethal attack.

“I just don’t understand,” Tala said, shaking his head.

His two partners and Eiran were in the bunker with him. After seeing the corpses off, Tala had found his friends and they had returned to the bunker to discuss things.

“What don’t you understand?” Eiran questioned.

“Their love,” Tala said.

“They loved each other in a way we don’t understand. You said that, right? That’s the gist of it, anyway...” Eiran muttered.

Tala nodded, “Yeah. I don’t get it. How is it possible?”

“A glitch in their bodies?” Thete suggested. “In their minds?”

“Maybe...” Tala said, shaking his head. “I don’t know...”

“Maybe it was them. Maybe it really was their will. Maybe... maybe one day we’ll all be that way,” Eiran said. “Maybe someday, we’ll all feel love like that.”


 * -“Tala, what do you think of the past? What? You try not to remember it? But why? Next time: “Nightmare”. There is a shadow spread over your heart.”

8: Nightmare
Tala sat in the cold of night, atop the tallest building he could find and climb in this sort of darkness. The night was black as pitch, which was unusual for Angelus Nui. Not even the moon of the island cast any light down. It was gone, leaving no source of illumination.

The night was colder than it should have been too, thanks to the darkness. It was thick, all encompassing for Tala. As a Toa of Fire, he liked the heat, he liked to be warm.

He hated nights like these.

He closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Turaga Rekona was sitting beside him, his staff spread over his crossed legs.

“Turaga, why are you here?” Tala asked.

The Turaga of Air smiled at him, “What? I can’t visit with my favorite Toa?”

“Did you ever say that to Gaila?” he questioned.

“I didn’t know her very well. I wasn’t around that often when Gaila and Lewin were... still with us,” Rekona replied.

“Right... I forgot,” Tala said, looking down.

“What’s wrong?” Rekona asked.

“The fact that those two aren’t with us anymore,” he sighed. He looked up at the inky blackness of night. The black reminded him of the darkness of some people, of the Matoran who used the Corps Stones, of whoever had the evil will to be distributing them as they were in the first place.

The darkness made him go inside his own heart. His dark place in his heart where his worst memories were stored. The place that made him even fear himself, and fear what he might someday become if he embraced it.

“What is it, Tala?” Rekona inquired.

Tala smiled grimly, showing Rekona a smile that he had never showed anyone before. A smile that even made him afraid of himself, for both his own well being and his very sanity. If he were to embrace what that smile stood for, he wasn’t sure he would want to live on.

The night was black, but at least there was a silver sliver of moon in the sky, casting some miniscule light down onto the street.

A Toa of Water fled down a street, sliding and smashing into a wall. She cursed in pain as she ran down the alley, only to find it blocked.

As she spun around, she heard something behind her. The wall erupted into stone fragments, smashing into the Toa’s back, sending her flying forward. Her right arm was twisted all the way around, completely wrenched out of place, dangling useless at her side.

She screamed in pain as she landed facedown on the hard pavement. She turned onto her back, backing away as the figure in yellow, orange, and gray armor approached her.

“Who... who are you?” she demanded in fear.

“I’m a Toa. A real one, unlike you,” the Toa of Energy said. “Seles is my name. I don’t care about yours, since you’re not going to be around very much longer.”

“You plan on killing me?” she questioned.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. I mean, we aren’t going to tolerate you on our island much longer,” he explained. “We’re going to get that Corps Stone, and then, we’re going to banish you into the arms of proper authorities elsewhere.”

“Why would you do that?” the Niveau Un gasped in question.

“Because you’re a criminal. You’re evil,” Seles accused.

“I am not!” she cried.

“Owning a Corps Stone qualifies you in that category,” Seles said.

“You’re labeling me as a criminal because of the Corps Stone?” she questioned.

“As far as we know, the distributor, or distributors, only give the Corps Stones to people with nothing to lose. People who will instantly turn to some form of crime, because of the dark influence over the Corps Stones. Now, that means that chances are, you’ve committed crimes somewhere along the way.”

“You have no proof!” she cried.

“The Corps Stone is all the proof we need,” a new voice said.

She looked behind her. Water hit her face as rain started to pick up. It wasn’t natural rain, however, but rather rain summoned by this Toa of Water who now stood by her head.

“Gaila,” Seles said. “Glad to see you.”

Gaila looked none too pleased with Seles. She pointed at the downed Toa. “What are you doing?” she demanded of the Toa of Energy.

“Apprehending a Corps Stone user!” he said, defending himself from any accusations.

“A Corps Stone makes one evil,” Gaila said. “But until we have proof, we don’t do this.”

“But you just said it makes one evil!” he said.

“Some can fight it,” she said. “I’m certain of that. Do you think all Matoran are of the same constitution? Ones we’ve encountered have had terrible lives, struggling to get by for one reason or another. That means that they were more susceptible to the evils of the Corps Stone. How hard has your life been?” she asked the downed Toa.

“I’ve had a good life,” she whimpered. “No problems, nothing. I’m doing above average, working at a retailer market that sells supplies to travelers and for everyday life,” she said. “A little extra work on the side at a bank, hoping to eventually become a full-time worker there...”

Gaila shot a look to Seles, and then crouched by the Toa. “Let me see your arm,” she said, holding her arms out, focusing her powers around her hands. Her power poured into the wounded arm, tending to it.

“But Gaila!” Seles complained.

She shot him another look, and then looked behind her. “About time,” she snapped. “Tala, Thete, get Seles away from here before he causes more trouble,” she hissed.

Another figure started to walk towards them. Lewin climbed over the rubble that Seles had created, and then looked at the downed Toa.

He let out a low whistle. “You get her, Seles? Good job.”

“No, it’s not a good job,” Gaila hissed. “This Matoran has done nothing wrong.”

“I haven’t...” the downed Toa whined to Lewin.

“I don’t know what to believe,” Lewin said, looking to Gaila. “What about her as a person?”

“That’s your job to find out,” Gaila reminded.

He shrugged. “You were here first. You get anything?”

“She’s not a criminal,” Gaila said.

“Well then, that’s settled. What should we do with her?” Lewin asked.

“You still have to investigate,” Gaila told him.

“Fine, I will,” he said, walking away. He snapped his fingers. “Seles, Thete, Tala, you’re with me.”

“Good,” Gaila muttered. “Take the rash fool with you.”

Seles shot Gaila a look, and then stomped towards her. “Do you have something to say to me?” he shouted at her.

Gaila looked up. “Yes. You’re a fool. You’re rash. You’re a rash fool. What part didn’t you understand?”

He clenched his fist, ready to attack. Before he could even think to lift his arm, her blade arrow was in his face, ready to launch and rip his head open.

“I wouldn’t even think about it,” Gaila warned.

“I wasn’t!” he snapped.

“You forget how good I am,” Gaila said. “Composure went hard and stiff, tensing your muscles. Then went fluid as you clenched your fist, getting ready to do something, to move. The clenched fist tells me you’d like to attack, which is why you would have loosened up, so as to get ready for the follow-through of your punch. Your look in your eyes right now tells me that you realize I’m right, you’ve been read, and you’re considering using your powers to blow me up. Am I right?” she asked.

He stayed quiet.

“Your silence means ‘yes’,” she said. “Oh, and don’t think about using your powers. I’m flowing enough water around my body, inside of my body, anywhere, so that if you try to blow me up with my own potential energy, the kinetic energy of the flowing water will be your problem. Your attack will first strike that, or, strike me, with the water inside of me, essentially confusing and canceling your powers out. I’m no fool. I know what my team can do, and just how to counteract their powers.”

“What are you?” Seles hissed.

“Someone who doesn’t want to die,” she hissed. “And someone who doesn’t trust the people she’s around.”

The other three Toa all heard her. They kept their silence, despite anger in various forms bottling up inside of them, rising and getting ready to release in the form of rage.

Lewin kept his composure. He had been with Gaila long enough to know how to deal with her. He knew not to provoke her, and he knew that she trusted him.

Thete was just as prone to anger as Seles was. He wanted to do something, anything to Gaila. Her words hurt him, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like being hurt by his own comrades. He defended all of them, had their backs, created weapons and equipment for them, and he was repaid in such a way. It pained him.

Tala screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think about it. He was trying to block it out, but it wasn’t working. He personally was taken in to be third-in-command, to become second, or leader, someday. How could she say that about him? She personally trained him, taught him what he needed to know. How could she not trust him?

She was just lashing out. That was no problem, except that she did it all the time now. She had patience, but she was losing it. Over time, not knowing who to trust, not knowing who was an enemy waiting for their chance, not knowing who could potentially become very dangerous by obtaining a Corps Stone... she was too angry.

She said in the past that they had a clear-cut enemy. Whatever it was, Rahi or otherwise, they knew what it was. This way, with the Corps Stones, they had no idea who their enemies were, who to trust, who not to.

This wasn’t the way she knew how to be a Toa. She was compensating the only way she knew how to, by being ruthless, aggressive, cold, and angry.

Tala walked away first, leaving them. He had better things to do than to watch this unfold. As Thete saw him go, so too did the Toa of Technology.

Lewin stayed behind, watching the standoff between Seles and Gaila. He walked towards them, resting his hand on the Toa of Energy’s shoulder, “Come, Seles. Let’s go. We have matters to attend to.”

Seles glared into Gaila’s eyes, and then turned to Lewin, “Okay. I’m good now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

The two Toa walked away, leaving Gaila and the downed Toa of Water alone. Gaila stayed standing until she was sure they had left, and then crouched down, healing the Toa’s arm again.

“I’m sorry about that,” Gaila said.

“Why are you so kind to me? Someone you don’t know? Why are you so cruel to your team, if you do know them? Trust your lives to them?”

“Because you’re a Toa of Water, like myself. That and the evidence doesn’t fit what they believe you to be,” Gaila said.

“I could by lying.”

“You’re not. I know you’re not. I can feel it.”

“Thank you,” the Toa said, lying still as her arm was tended.

“Where are they going?” the Toa asked.

“To look into you, into evidence,” Gaila said. “We’ll determine if you are who you say you are, and the evidence behind it. If you’re lying... we’ll have you.”

“I’m not,” she said.

“Again, I know,” Gaila said.

“I hate her!” Seles shouted, punching a wall.

“Calm down, Seles,” Lewin said, resting a hand on his shoulder again. “Get past it.”

“How can I?” he shouted. “She doesn’t trust any of us! Not even you!”

“She was just lashing out. She’s stressed, recently,” Lewin told him.

“Are you sure she should be leader?” Thete questioned. “This stress might not be good.”

“I could never be leader,” Lewin said. “Not with her around. What would I do? Bump her down so I could go up? I can’t do that. I would never be able to harm her in any way, physically or emotionally, as it would do if I told her I wanted leadership in her place. I just can’t do it.”

“Someday, you might have to,” Tala warned, putting his first bit into the conversation at hand as they started to walk again.

“I know. I pray that day never comes,” Lewin said.

There was a scream, and then a shout. Lewin turned and ran back the way they had come, with the others following closely behind. It took them about a minute at their pace to reach the turn into the broken wall, sliding down on the wet stones from Gaila’s rain.

They saw the Toa, sitting up, claws around Gaila’s throat. Gaila had the blade of her wrist-mounted arrow in the Niveau Deux’s chest, but it wasn’t deep enough to be lethal, or even stop the monster.

“I told her!” Seles shouted, rushing forward. He began to generate his power, getting ready to release it into the sitting opponent, to use her potential energy against her.

“No!” Gaila snapped.

“But Gaila! Look at her! She’s killing you!”

“No. I’ll handle this,” Gaila said.

“But...”

“I’ll handle it!” Gaila shouted.

The arrow couldn’t go any farther; it was at its’ limit. It could still be the focus of her attack, however, as she let loose her powers into the blade.

Water smashed into the innards of the Toa of Water in her monster form, throwing her back. She screamed as she smashed into a wall, slumping to the ground for only a moment, only to shoot back to her feet.

“I told you!” Seles shouted at Gaila.

“Not now,” Gaila said softly, walking towards her target. She threw her arm aside, generating a fist of water from the moisture in the air, smashing it into the Toa, dazing her, throwing her off-step.

She threw another fist of water through the same means into her chest, throwing her towards the other Toa. Lewin pushed them aside as he himself sidestepped to allow the body to sail past.

Gaila walked past them all, throwing a surge of water into her opponent, keeping her pinned down as armor started to peel off from the force. Then, she drew her arm back once more, and threw another fist of water in, ending the threat.

“I told you,” Seles said.

She turned to Seles, backhanding him. She glared down at him, “And I told you that she was good. She begged not to change, for the powers of darkness in that Corps Stone not to take her! You weren’t here, you don’t know anything!”

She stormed away from the downed Seles and the rest of the team, going off to vent.

Tala opened his eyes, remembering that dark day. The day that had changed everything for them, and had lead to Lewin’s forced killing of Gaila, and the start of their new team dynamic. That was when everything changed.


 * -“Immortalization. That is art. What could be more immortal than stone – a statue? Next time: “Statue”. Immortalization should never be desired.”

9: Statue
“I’m almost done,” he said, shaping the clay with his adept, nimble fingers. He looked over the mass at the Hi-Matoran posing for him, and then gazed back down, looking at the clay, and then back up once more, making sure he had things right.

“How does it look?” she asked from her pose.

“Great! One of my best!” the Po-Matoran exclaimed.

“I’m looking forward to seeing it,” she said.

“You came to the right place,” the Po-Matoran said. “I’m one of the best you’ll find.”

“I haven’t seen any of your work,” the Matoran of Lightning told him. “I really don’t know how good you are.”

“Just have faith in me. I am great,” the Po-Matoran boasted. “I’m one of the best you’ll find outside of Doppel Nui.”

She chuckled, “Did you work there before?”

“As an artist? No. I studied art there, but never worked there. I’m afraid that those artists are on a whole other league than I am.”

“I’m sure you’ll still do great,” she said.

He finished shaping the clay, and then looked up. He walked around his small station, looking at the back, at the sides, the top and bottom, lifting the limbs where he could. It was life-sized, but not fully articulate, only partially, before the clay would dry enough.

“I’m done!” he announced. “Please, get up. Come take a look.”

“I can look already?” she asked, walking over.

He nodded, wringing his hands, “I’ll still need to do a little detail work, fire it, but then, it’ll be done. I’d say you’ll have it at your home within a week.”

She looked at it, not saying anything. She walked around it, still looking, still saying nothing. As he looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction to it, he couldn’t get anything.

Finally she looked up, glaring at him.

“What sort of sick joke is this?!” she shouted.

“What? What do you mean?” he questioned.

She walked forward, slapping him as hard as she could, offsetting him so he fell to the floor. He looked up at her as she stood over him.

“I want my money back,” she said. “I expect it back in my account by the end of the day! I’m not paying for this... this... this thing!”

“But what’s wrong with it?” he questioned, sitting up. He watched her leave in a huff. He turned to look at his art, looking it over.

He saw nothing wrong with it. It had a misshapen head, four arms, branching off slightly between the shoulders and elbows. The same with the legs, between the hips and the knees, making it look like a spider of some sort.

The body itself was also misshapen, not sleek and defined as a torso, but rather, a lump of clay with little detail spread across it.

“I don’t get it,” he said, looking at the sculpture. “What’s wrong with it?!” he screamed, grabbing the table and throwing it to the ground, smashing the clay statue. He looked to the door, shouting at it, shouting at her, though she was already gone.

What was wrong with his work? Did people not appreciate the abstract? Did they want perfect work?

That wasn’t what he wanted to give. There were enough artists giving actual displays of the Matoran figure. He wanted to do something else, to display something else in his work.

No one liked it.

He walked to a small statue in the corner of his room. He shouted, grabbing the pedestal, throwing it down, smashing it on the floor. He grabbed another statue, smashing it on the floor as well.

These were some of his non-abstract works. Works people actually complimented him on. Work he did on Doppel Nui as an art student.

They meant nothing to him anymore. He didn’t want anything to have to do with it, either. If people didn’t like his work, then that was their problem, not his.

But he hadn’t sold anything in months. He had no income. He had little left in his savings. He was going to be on the streets soon if he couldn’t sell something and quick.

He walked towards the door when he heard a knock. In his anger, he threw the door open, rattling the hinges. He looked outside, but saw nobody.

He looked at the ground. He saw a stone sitting there.

He crouched down, picking it up. He looked it over, feeling the raw power surging through it. He felt it make contact with his body.

It excited him to have this power. He didn’t know what it was, but it excited him.

There was a knock at the door. He opened it again, “Welcome.” He said, offering the Ga-Matoran a smile, “I’m glad you’re here. My last client just left.”

The Matoran looked around. “Did you have some damage here?” she asked.

“It was an accident,” he told her.

“Okay,” she said, sitting down on a small bed where the models would lie down, or do their pose. “Should we begin?”

He drew a few large lumps of clay from the floor onto the table. He looked at her, and nodded, “Okay, get into your position.”

As she got into the position she desired, he looked at the Corps Stone in his hand. He pressed it into his chest, feeling the power rush into his body.

Before she knew what was happening, he unleashed his powers, sending the clay forward, engulfing her body. She cried out, but was silenced by the thick clay.

He drew the clay back to the table. She was silent, but not dead.

He snapped her arm off of her body, and then, her leg, and then attached them to other spots on her body, creating more abstract work. If his work didn’t sell, he would do anything he could to make it work.

He would murder anyone who didn’t appreciate his work.

Eiran walked alongside Tala down the street. “So, where are you going?” Tala asked her.

“I’m going to see a sculptor,” she said. “He’s going to do a sculpture of me as I model for him.” She smiled, “It’ll be fun.”

“Doesn’t sound fun, having to sit there for hours, waiting...” Tala said.

“It’ll be worth it,” She told him.

“Are you sure you’re not throwing money away?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” she said.

They arrived at a building, two stories tall. It had a small fence encircling it, and sat atop a small plateau. She walked up the steps and looked back to Tala.

“I’ll see you later... unless you want to come inside and watch,” Eiran said.

He shook his head, “No, I’m sure. You have fun.”

She smiled, “I will.”

As she walked inside, Tala continued to walk down the street. He looked back at her once, and then continued on, wondering about such a waste of money.

“Why didn’t you go?” he heard someone ask.

He looked to see Turaga Rekona standing beside him. He smiled, “Not my thing.”

“What? Art?”

“A waste of money like that,” he said. “Purely for aesthetics.”

“You bought the scarf for that reason,” he reminded Tala.

“The scarf is...” he said, trying to think of a way to defend his choice to purchase it.

“It’s what?” Rekona asked.

“It’s different,” he said.

“Is that the best excuse you have?” Rekona asked as they walked along. He shook his head, “As a Toa, I even knew that I couldn’t get out of something like you’re in. Just admit it, Tala. Buying that scarf, and modeling for a sculpture like Eiran is doing, are the same thing in two different perspectives. In the eye of the beholder, they are either worth it, or, a waste of money.”

Tala sighed, “Fine, Turaga. I know when I’ve lost in a conversation.”

“Good,” Rekona said, smiling that he had won. “Now, why not go back? You might enjoy yourself, you know.”

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“Why don’t you go and get yourself a sculpture?” he asked.

“I don’t have the money,” Tala said. “And what would I do with it? I think the other two would laugh at me for doing it.”

“The same as with that scarf?” Rekona questioned.

Tala sighed. “When you’re right, you’re right,” he said. He stopped in the middle of the street and looked back. “Yeah, I think I’ll go back. I’ll at least keep Eiran company and see how it’s done.” He looked down. “Turaga, would you like to join me?”

Rekona was gone.

“Okay then. I guess that’s your answer,” Tala said. “The same as what I would want to give you...” he muttered. “Why is it when I wanted to give the same answer, you vanish, when I can’t get away from you?”

He started towards the building again.

Eiran laid down on the bed, finding her pose, resting her right elbow on the bunk, propping her head up with her right hand. She rested her left hand on the bed in front of her chest, keeping he left elbow up. Her right leg, on the bottom, was spread out straight, her left was slightly bent up.

“Is this good?” she asked.

“It’ll work,” the Matoran of Stone replied.

“What’s your name?” Eiran asked. “I would like to have a name to call you by.”

“My name is Jeun,” he said.

“Jeun,” she said. “Okay. So, how long have you done this?”

“Not long enough,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” he replied.

She looked around the room. “So... do you do abstract work?” she asked, looking at a sculpture that was lacking an arm and leg, but had them in other locations.

“Yeah, I do,” Jeun replied. “My main area of study was abstract. It’s what I do when I don’t know what else to do.”

“Are you going to do abstract with me?” Eiran asked.

“Depends,” Jeun said, feeling excitement inside of him, both from the stone, which felt the prospect of murder, and from himself, which felt the possibility that she would want abstract. “Do you want it to be abstract?” he asked as he prayed she would.

“No,” she said. “I like it... but no.”

“Well, how much do you like it?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Oh, I’m just curious.”

“It’s okay. I have no problems with it.” Her gaze went to his newest sculpture. “It’s fine. But art like that, with body distortion... not so much.”

“That’s a shame,” Jeun said.

“How so?” Eiran asked.

“It’s my favorite,” Jeun hissed.

He held the Corps Stone to his chest. He was about to use its’ power, to kill Eiran and make her into a statue that he would desire, when he heard the door opening.

“Tala!” Eiran exclaimed.

Jeun turned towards the door. He saw a Toa of Fire walking inside. He recognized him as one of the Toa Angelus, the current leader, if he wasn’t mistaken.

“I’m sorry, but this is a closed studio,” Jeun said. “I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“Eiran is a friend of mine. I was hoping I could see her work get finished,” Tala said.

“I’m sorry... but you can’t,” Jeun said.

“Please?” Tala asked, not that he actually wanted to be there. Just that he had to try.

“No,” Jeun said more firmly.

“Please?” Eiran asked this time.

“No!” Jeun screamed out, pushing the Corps Stone to his chest. As he grew in size, evolving to his Niveau Un form, he threw a hand at Tala, throwing a blast of stone from the ground at him.

Tala, in shock, couldn’t go for the sword on his back in time. He triggered the powers of his Hau, throwing a shield up to defend himself as the rock splintered upon impact with his chest.

He stumbled back from the absolute force. Before Eiran could do anything, Jeun spun towards her, throwing his arm towards her this time, sending the clay out at her.

The clay clung to her body, forming around it, molding up and down her form, almost as if it were becoming part of her.

“What are you doing?” Eiran screamed.

“You’ll be just like her!” Jeun screamed, directing at the other abstract murder. “I’ll kill you, just like I did to her!” He dropped his voice to a chilling hiss. “And you’ll be alive as I tear your limbs off and force them to mold to other parts of your body. You’ll be distorted abstract yet...”

“You won’t do anything of the sort,” Tala hissed, throwing his arm forward. An eruption of fire spiraled from his palm, smashing into the Toa of Stone, throwing him into the far wall, breaking his control on the clay.

He walked towards Jeun, and then looked to Eiran. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She picked the clay off of him and nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.... look, I’m glad you came back to help me.”

“No problem,” he replied. He drew his sword from his back and rushed at Jeun, slamming his blade down.

Jeun rolled away. He came to his knees, throwing his arms forward, tearing the stones from the ground, and smashing them into Tala’s chest.

Tala rolled across the ground, his body skipping. He moaned, pushing himself up. He swayed back and forth, driving his sword into the floor as he tried to stay up, but couldn’t.

Jeun walked forward, laughing as he approached Tala. He pointed at the clay, “I’ll make you into a sculpture, too.”

“No,” Tala hissed. He threw his hands forward, unleashing a wave of heat in the face of the rising clay. He instantly hardened the clay before Jeun could figure out how to change his control as fast. He was used to the free flowing clay, but now that it had hardened that quickly, he didn’t know what to do with it.

He shattered it in his confusion. Shards crashed into his body, offsetting him. As he screamed, stumbling back, Tala took his sword up and lunged forward, running Jeun through.

Jeun slumped forward on his blade. He looked up into Tala’s Hau, opening his mouth as if to question why.

“You earned death,” Tala hissed. “You committed murder. You attempted another murder. One of a dear friend. Death is the best for you,” he said, pulling the sword free.

Jeun crumpled to the floor, back in his Matoran form. The Corps Stone was lying in front of his head, cracked in half.

“Tala...” Eiran said.

He smiled to her as he turned, “Please, don’t mention it.” He put his sword on his back. “Now, let’s go,” he said, offering her his hand to comfort her.

She took his hand, the comfort of safety, and departed the room, leaving the scene of the crime.


 * -“How I long for the days of my powers. Being a Toa – being even more empowered – is such a rush. Next time: “Ring”. But, for every rush, there must be another to cancel it.”

10: Ring
The reflection of a ring shone in the darkness. The man walked through the crowd, completely unsuspected by his fellow people as a killer, as an assassin.

He was a Matoran, just like all the others. He looked around, searching for his mark.

He stopped, spinning around as he saw two people walking towards him, armed with spears. They pointed their weapons at the Matoran.

“You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of our great leader, Epee,” they hissed, moving closer to him. “You’ll be lucky to survive. If you sit still and let us take you to justice, then you might be spared.”

“I did what I was ordered to do,” the Matoran said. “Doppel Nui has one being with power. And that is Epee. He must die so that we can change the future of this universe!”

“Your kind are long dead,” one of the police told him.

“No. We will rise again!” the Matoran shouted, snatching a knife from the small of his back, under his traveling cloak. He rushed forward, giving a battle cry.

He was shown no mercy as the two police thrust their spears into his chest, bringing him to his knees, ending his life.

“I thought these people were long dead,” one of them said.

“Evidently not,” the other said, looking at the ring on his finger. “I fear that this society isn’t as dead as the world believes it to be.”

“Have you heard?” Thete asked, sitting down to join the other two Toa in a ring of five chairs. Two of them were empty, now that Gaila and Lewin were gone. Eiran would occasionally sit there and join them, but she wasn’t there at the moment, leaving both open.

“Heard about what?” Tala asked, leaning closer.

“The Illuminati,” Thete said.

“Illuminati?” Seles asked.

“Yes, a secret society, an ancient order,” Thete said. “Or at least, that’s what I know about them. That’s what was released from Doppel Nui.”

“Doppel Nui?” Tala asked.

He nodded. “Yes, Doppel Nui. Two of their officers confronted a man trying to assassinate their leader, Epee. The man apparently died claiming that Epee had to die, being the only powered being on the island, and that his kind weren’t dead.”

“His kind?” Tala asked. “What does that mean?”

“He was a Matoran, so not species,” Thete said. “His organization?”

“Are they supposed to be gone?” Tala asked.

Thete nodded. “They were supposed to have been wiped out many years ago. That any of them are alive is... just impossible to believe. They must have really laid low.”

“How can they be sure he wasn’t a pretender?” Seles questioned.

“The ring he wore,” Thete said.

“So? It could be a replica, or he could have found it,” Tala suggested.

“No,” Thete said. “As I understand it, the rings can only be worn by those who are members of the Illuminati. Also, they can’t be replicated. Not even copies can be made, since the materials are so... hard to come across, if possible at all.”

“Then how did this person get a ring?” Seles questioned.

“Could it be that he was an original member?” Tala asked.

Thete shook his head. “Impossible. The Illuminati died out so long ago... there could be no survivors of that group.”

“What if there were?” Seles questioned.

Tala nodded. “He claimed his people would rise again, didn’t he?”

“He could mean a new group,” Seles said.

“I don’t think so,” Thete said. “The Illuminati can’t recruit new members. There’s something specific about their membership, and their rings. No new members can join them.”

“Then more have to be out there,” Tala said.

“I guess so,” Thete replied. “If what he said is even true.”

“So... why did you bring this up, anyway?” Tala asked.

“I believe that there’s a chance that any island could now be targeted,” Thete said. “I want us to be ready.”

“No, there has to be more,” Tala said, using the intuition that made him leader. “You wouldn’t be bringing it up if there were only a chance. Also, Doppel Nui wouldn’t have reported it if there wasn’t a reason. They must truly believe that the Illuminati are going to rise again, or that the islands they contacted are in danger.”

“So they didn’t contact all islands?” Seles questioned Thete, based on Tala’s observation.

“No. They didn’t,” Thete admitted. “That’s why I wanted to bring it up. There were only about five or six islands that were mentioned, that could be targets of them, if they are rising again.”

“What do we do?” Seles asked.

“There’s no certainty that we are a target,” Thete admitted. “Just the possibility.”

“You must believe it, if you thought enough to mention it,” Tala said. “So, tell us, what do you know?”

“I don’t know anything,” he implored. “I honestly don’t.”

“Of course you do,” Tala said. “Now tell us.”

Thete kept his silence. He looked at the ground, and then back up to the other two Toa.

“We believe we already know where they are.”

“Who are ‘We’?” Seles questioned.

“The Seraphim,” Thete replied. “They told Turaga Otoka, who told me. The Turaga has gone into hiding already, defended by her Seraphim guardians. With us three being the only three Toa on this island... we’re supposed to deal with it.”

“Just like the Seraphim, right in Otoka’s hand,” Seles muttered.

“Otoka needs the protection,” Thete said. “She’s one of the only other powered beings on this island, other than us. We can defend ourselves, at the least.”

“So, why does this society kill those with powers?” Tala asked, changing the subject.

“Simple,” Thete replied. “They believe that we have an unfair advantage in life, and that we bring nothing but strife and death to those around us. They claim they want to set that straight by giving all an equal chance.”

“That makes sense,” Seles admitted. “But why such a radical way of going about it?”

“What other way is there other than murder?” Tala questioned.

“They could try to accept the differences we have,” Seles replied.

“Would you, knowing that someone could easily show you up just because of powers, not by skill?” Tala asked.

“I guess not,” Seles muttered.

“So it’s not hard to believe a mob mentality in that vein would develop. It’s very easy to believe that, actually. I’m surprised that we haven’t heard about them before,” Tala said. “But then again, I guess we’re not important enough to be a prime target of such assassinations.”

“No, we’re not,” Thete said. “But with the Illuminati so weak at the moment, they probably think taking out weaker islands is in their best interest.”

“Doppel Nui only has Epee,” Tala said. “That is a good plan.”

“And with three Toa Angeles, one Turaga, and the Seraphim here, that makes only eight targets. Easy pickings,” Thete said.

“Except for Corps Stones,” Seles added.

Tala listened to them as they went on without his contributions. He thought about their words, their math.

They had left Rekona out. Did the Turaga of Air not matter, or something?

He ignored it. He was new to the island, newer, anyway. He probably didn’t make it a high priority for everyone to know him. And he probably decided that Tala was one of the best to entrust his identity, his friendship, to.

Tala stood up from his chair and looked to the others. He walked to his table, picking up his sword. “Well, should we get hunting?”

“What?” Thete asked.

“The ring will identify him,” Tala said. “So let’s hunt.”

Seles rose. “I’ve heard crazier ideas. Fine.”

Thete sighed. “Fine. Let’s go hunting.”

Tala drove his Flame Cycle through the streets. He looked around the emptier streets he used, glancing out at the Matoran in the next streets beside him. He looked at their fingers, looking for any signs of a ring on them.

He looked ahead. He saw a turn coming up, one he didn’t remember being there before. He quickly turned his Flame Cycle aside, slowing to a stop with his slide.

He looked at the streets beside him, but couldn’t see any way out. He dismounted, taking the armor off of his shoulders and the rest of his body, unlatching himself from the Flame Cycle. He took his sword from the vehicle and walked towards the nearest street.

“Where are you going?”

He stopped. He looked at the wall, but it was suddenly gone.

“What are you?” Tala questioned. “Some hypocrite to your people with powers?”

“Powers?” the man behind him laughed. “No, it’s my weapon.”

Tala turned around to look at the figure. He wasn’t a Matoran, he wasn’t a Toa. He was somewhere in-between in appearance, as well as size. What he was, he had no idea.

“What are you?” Tala demanded.

“I am a being of my people,” the man in crimson and black armor said. “I was once a Matoran. I was experimented on by my own people in the last days of frantic combat against your kind. We started to experiment on our own people, trying to create weaponized men. I was one of them.”

“What can you do? Use powers?” Tala bantered. “Then you’d be a mockery to your own kind!”

“No,” he said, touching his left arm, between his elbow and shoulder. He drew his arm away from it, spawning a large ring weapon into his hand. It spun around on the balls of his feet, pulling his chakram along with him. He spun forward, releasing his load.

It sliced through the air, going for Tala, who slashed it aside, deflecting it into a wall. It sliced through the wall, as if it were a blade, and returned to its’ owner.

“What can you do?” Tala demanded. “You claim that this isn’t a power you have, but it looks like it to me.”

“I told you, I’m a living weapon,” the man said. He held his hand up. “This ring is me!”

“What?” Tala questioned.

“I am my weapon,” he said. “I am a living weapon in more than one way.” He reset the chakram back into his arm. He drew a dagger out of his left leg, holding it point down in his right hand. He ran forward, slashing wildly for Tala’s throat.

Tala spun around, throwing his left arm forward, unleashing a blast of fire.

He touched his chest, this time drawing a shield out. He held the shield forward in his left hand, bracing against it as the flames crashed into him.

As the shield melted back into his arm, into his body, he threw the dagger forward again, spinning it through the air toward his foe’s throat.

Tala ducked, but felt someone grab him from behind. He saw a right hand holding the dagger to his throat, a distinctive plain crimson stone set into a ring on the right ring finger. This man was a member of the Illuminati, all right.

“I told you, I’m a living weapon,” he told Tala. “I can even spawn myself from myself.”

“You threw your weapon; you spawned your body out of the weapon, since it was part of you,” Tala gasped.

“Very observant,” he replied.

Tala smiled. “I pride myself on my intelligence.”

“Pride yourself on intelligence? Not power?” the man questioned, shaking his head. “You are a fool.”

“You think I should pride myself on my power?” Tala asked. “What? Then it’s easier for you to find the will to kill me?”

“No,” the man said. “It makes me understand you more before I kill you.”

“Too bad. I’ll remain an enigma to you,” Tala said.

“Then die,” he hissed.

“Before I die, I have one question,” Tala said, trying to buy himself some time.

“What is it?” the man demanded, tightening his grip on the dagger.

“How many of you are left in the world?” Tala questioned.

“What? How many beings like me, weaponized beings? Or, members of this society?” he demanded.

“Society,” Tala identified.

The man smiled. “I’m the last. And I’m pleased about that. I can show my abilities off to others and get them to join, showing them that I use my body, not an actual power. I can sway a new generation.”

“You can’t recruit anew. I know how you work,” Tala said.

“We’ll scrap the rings,” he said.

“The rings identify you,” Tala said. “You don’t want people to know who you are?”

“We’ll find a new method of membership,” the being said. “And then I’ll weaponize new warriors for us.”

“But even weaponized, using your own bodies as weapons, you’re relying on outside powers. That’s against your belief. But, doesn’t it still put you above the ordinary people of this world? Doesn’t that still make you a hypocrite?”

“I never saw it as a method of being above everyone, but rather, that those with powers were unnatural. I don’t care if people do view me as above them, because of what I can do with my body. What I care about is eradicating those who believe themselves to be superior due to power alone, not having to have the skill to prove it.”

“You think I have no skill?” Tala questioned.

“I think you have to work for nothing,” he hissed.

Tala laughed. “I have to work for more than you think. To get to where I am today, I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to. I could only do it by working hard.”

“What was it?” he demanded.

He heard the footsteps of his partners, but they were slow. They didn’t want to get into the open and expose themselves.

“The lesson I had to learn was that when even your leader has a failure in judgment, and lives are at stake, they must be stopped. That means they must be killed, and you must accept it. Because of me, our leader is dead, and I had to succeed both her, and the second-in-command. I saw my two superiors die, because of me! Because of my own opinions which sparked so much in-fighting!”

Before the Illuminati member could do anything, His body exploded from his potential energy. Seles and Thete ran out, grabbing Tala, getting him away from the death.

“You did great,” Thete said. “Come on, let’s go home and let the Turaga know.”

Tala nodded. “Yeah... let’s go.”

“What you said...” Seles interejected. “It takes a big man to admit it.”

“Thanks,” Tala said as they walked away.

Had anyone turned around for longer than the moments it took to get the Flame Cycle, they would have noticed a hand reaching down, taking up the ring, and putting it on.


 * -“What do you think of pomp? Don’t like it, eh? How could anyone think that being pompous is actually good? Next time: “Princess”. I guess for some, it’s more natural than others...”

11: Princess
The three Toa stood nearby as a procession moved through the streets, heading towards the main plaza, towards an apparent meeting with Turaga Otoka.

“What is this?” Seles leaned over, asking the others.

“I don’t know,” Tala replied. “I was never told anything.”

“Did you actually expect Otoka to tell you anything, though?” Seles questioned. “She never even gave Gaila a proper base here. She couldn’t care less if we Toa Angelus were here. Why would she tell us anything?”

“You know, he has a point,” Thete said, agreeing with what Seles had to say on the subject of the Turaga.

“I know,” Tala sighed. He looked ahead. “Straighten up,” he said as they approached.

They could see the procession was smaller than it had actually looked. It was three Matoran, all of them wearing leather armor and armed with weaponry, ranging from swords on their hips, to daggers on the smalls of their backs, and a mace hanging on each of their other hips.

Why these men were heavily armed, they had no idea.

Then, they saw someone walking in the center, draped in long, flowing robes that touched to the ground. She was a Ce-Matoran, and apparently, a very important person.

Tala looked back at the hall, and then at the frightened Matoran around them. They didn’t like the weapons that these men carried.

Tala stepped in front of their procession, stopping them. He looked at them, and then looked to the woman.

“May I ask who you are and what you’re doing here?” he questioned.

“Who are you?” she replied quietly.

“Toa Tala. Leader of the Toa Angelus,” he responded.

“Step aside,” she hissed.

“What?” Tala questioned.

“You heard me,” she said simply, motioning to the closest of her guards. In a flash, he had his sword in his right hand, his mace in his left. “Move aside,” she said again.

Tala looked at the Matoran. He thought that the Matoran wasn’t going to be able to kill him as fast as he could burn the Matoran to death, but this Matoran was fast enough to draw in an instant. If he was equally as fast using the weapons, Tala would probably be killed before he could burn the Matoran in self defense.

“Toa Tala. Do as she says.”

He turned around and saw Turaga Otoka flanked by the four Seraphim walking towards him. He looked to her, at the look in her eyes.

“Are you waiting for an order?” she hissed. “Move aside.”

Tala looked to the four Matoran and then back to the Turaga. He stepped aside, rejoining the other two Toa.

Otoka reached the newcomers, and glanced to the three Toa. “Please excuse them, Princess Ishiza,” Otoka said to the Ce-Matoran. “They have been nothing but problems since the day I allowed them to protect us.”

The “Princess” looked away from them, offering a quick sneer. She looked to Otoka. “I can see that they are trouble, if they can’t even tell when someone is special and deserves respect.” She glared at the Toa. “My men could discipline them, if you wish.”

“No,” Otoka said. She motioned to the Matoran with his weapons drawn. “Please, sheath those weapons. We don’t want Matoran to get frightened.”

“Understood,” he said simply in a militaristic style, sheathing his sword and hooking his mace to his belt, all in one swift motion.

Otoka looked to the three Toa. “Now, if you have this much trouble staying away from a simple arrival, I want you three far away, on the other side of the island, so I don’t have to see you again for the rest of the day. I don’t want you to come and cause any more trouble for the Princess.”

“Turaga, if I may ask, what is the point of this?” Tala asked. “It would help if you would inform us of what you plan on doing. We would like to know what to do, how to act, according to what you tell us is planned.”

“It’s a matter of politics,” Otoka said.

“If you could tell us more, we would have an easier time staying away,” Tala implored.

“I never told Gaila anything either.”

“I’m not Gaila,” Tala said. “Now, could you please tell us what’s happening?”

“Like I said, it’s politics,” Otoka said.

“Could you keep a better grip on your guardians, if you could even call them that?” Ishiza questioned. “They seem rather unruly. I much prefer those personal guards of yours. They remind me of mine, that they don’t question things, they’re just silent and vigilant.” She waved a hand towards the four Seraphim.

“Come. Let us discuss the trade routes,” Otoka said, directing the four Matoran towards her tower. She took a sidelong glance to Tala. “Happy?” she questioned, walking away.

As the small procession passed them by, towards the tower, Seles looked to Tala, then he looked to Thete, and finally pointed at the “Princess”.

“What sort of pompous person is that?” he questioned. “Have you ever heard of her?”

“No,” Thete said.

“No,” Tala agreed, shaking his head. “I just don’t understand how someone can actually act that way.”

“Think she might have a Corps Stone?” Seles questioned.

“You want an excuse to attack her?” Thete questioned. “Attack a Matoran?”

“It could be affecting her,” Seles suggested.

“Yeah, I don’t think som” Tala said, walking away, heading away from the tower, attempting to follow Otoka’s orders.

“Tala!” Seles shouted, running after him. When the three Toa were walking together again, Seles once more started to talk. “I mean, what sort of person acts that way unless they have something wrong? Like a stone?”

“Someone who was raised to act that way by a predecessor who was the same way,” Tala replied.

“How can we be sure?” Seles questioned.

Tala stopped and turned to look at the Toa of Energy. “Are you looking for permission to attack a probably innocent Matoran just because she made you mad? That’s an abuse of power and authority. You can’t be doing that. We’re Toa. Heroes, not monsters.”

“Fine,” Seles said. “Now what?”

“We go to the other side of the island, as ordered,” Tala said, walking away again, down the street.

“So, trade routes,” Thete said. “Why would someone so important be sent to deal with trade route issues?” he questioned.

“Maybe that’s how wherever she’s from works,” Tala suggested. “We don’t know the chain of command from... wherever. Maybe this is how it works.”

“I guess so,” Thete said.

As they walked away, they passed a fourth Matoran in armor. Seles stuck his arm out, stopping the Matoran from continuing on.

“You looking for Princess Ishiza?” Seles questioned.

“I am,” he replied. “Can’t you tell that from my armor? Or haven’t you seen the others?”

“They left you because you were late, or something?” Seles questioned.

“The Princess doesn’t like tardiness,” he said. “She left me behind, thinking three guards would be enough.”

“Enough? For an escort?” Tala questioned.

The guard muttered under his breath. He looked up at the Tala. “There’s an assassin after her, and she only brought three guards. I need to get there and help her!”

“She has seven guards,” Tala said. “Our Turaga has four personal guards, the four Seraphim. They can protect your Princess just fine. If you walk in there, late, she’ll probably react terribly, from the little time we’ve spent with her.”

“I’ll take that chance,” he said. “Which way?”

“The tower,” Seles said, pointing towards it. “Just go there and you should be able to get inside and find them.”

“Thank you,” he said, rushing off towards the spire.

The three Toa continued to walk away, talking amongst themselves.

“Would you ever want to befriend or even protect someone who acts that pompous?” Seles questioned.

“No,” Thete said, shaking his head. “I’d probably lash out and strike or kill that person.”

Tala nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t be able to stand that. I wouldn’t be able to even look at that person.”

“Then how can those people possibly protect that Princess?” Seles questioned. “For that matter, how can the people even put up with her?”

“They could be used to it,” Tala suggested.

“How can they put up with it in the first place?” Seles modified his question.

“Who knows,” Tala said.

They all heard a blade being drawn. The unique sound of steel sliding across a scabbard rang out around them, filling the mostly empty street.

The three Toa stopped, prepping themselves for battle. Tala drew his sword from his back, Thete drew his firearm from his side, and Seles clenched his fists.

They saw another man in armor running towards them. He was badly beaten, and missing his mace. He stumbled to a stop in front of the three Toa, using his sword as support as he slumped down.

“Where is he?” he hissed.

“Who?” Tala demanded.

“The Matoran in this armor! The assassin!”

“That Matoran was an assassin?” Seles questioned, leaning down. “How do we know that you’re not that assassin, trying to get us to stop the real guard?”

He looked up, “Would I do this to myself?” he questioned. “No! The man ambushed me, took my mace, since he couldn’t find one to make himself blend in, and then left me for dead. If I was the real assassin, he would have mentioned fighting me! Wouldn’t he have?”

“He makes a pretty good point,” Thete said. He looked to Tala. “I think we did let the assassin get through...”

“That means that the Princess and Turaga Otoka are in danger,” Tala said. He looked to the downed Matoran. “Stay here with these two,” he ordered, motioning to the other two Toa. “I’ll protect your Princess for you.”

“You will?” he asked.

Tala nodded, and looked to Thete. “Summon my vehicle.”

Thete nodded, throwing his arm out, triggering the mechanical systems inside of the Flame Cycle. In moments, the vehicle came speeding down at full speed.

Tala leapt into it as it sped past, barely landing. He crouched over, his armor affixing itself to the armor of the vehicle. He hooked his sword to the vehicle as well, and sped up, traveling as fast as he could towards the tower.

The fourth guard walked into the meeting in progress. The four Seraphim looked to him, and raised their weapons. He motioned towards the Princess and her group. “I’m sorry, I got here late,” he apologized. “May I come in?”

The Princess, her men, and the Turaga were away from the Seraphim and the new man. They never noticed him enter.

“Go in,” the blue-armored Seraphim said, stepping aside, allowing the Matoran entrance.

As the two important women spoke, the assassin slipped behind the Princess’ side. He walked towards a seat open behind and to the Princess’ right, by one other guard. The spot was empty, since one guard was missing.

As he walked by, his hand slipped to his back, drawing one of his daggers. He fingered it, running his finger up and down the blade, feeling the edge of it. He looked at the Princess’ back, ready to plunge his blade home.

The Turaga rose. “What?” she shouted.

They all turned around, seeing the black vehicle in the air, coming down towards the window. Tala disengaged the armor outside, and threw his arms up in front of his face.

He crashed through the window as glass exploded into the room. Tala tackled the Matoran, throwing the knife out of the assassin’s reach, skidding across the floor.

He pressed the Matoran’s face into the ground and looked up.

“Toa Tala! What is the meaning of this?” Otoka hissed.

In a flash, three blades were leveled at his throat, thanks to the Princess’ other guards. The Seraphim stepped towards him, getting ready to reinforce his downed position with their weapons as well.

“Release that guard!” Otoka ordered.

“I met the real guard on the side of the road,” Tala hissed. “That was after I accidently told this one where to go. I just realized now that we were fools. A guard would probably know where the meeting was likely to be,” he pleaded. “This man didn’t. This man is an assassin!”

He glanced back to the men who held their blades to his neck. “Look at him. How many of you are there?”

“A handful,” one of them said.

“Look at this man. Is he one of yours?” he questioned, easing off of the Matoran.

“He could be,” another said.

The other two were indecisive.

“Well, why did he have a knife drawn?” Tala questioned. “He was going to assassinate your Princess!”

The Princess turned and looked at the man. She looked to Turaga Otoka, “Use your powers, let me know if he’s an assassin, if you would.”

The Turaga looked away from the Princess and down at the possible assassin. She closed her eyes, focusing her now diminished powers of Psionics. She probed his mind, and shook her head.

“He has nothing but ill will in his mind,” she said. “If he is a real guard, or not, regardless he wants your life, Princess.”

The Princess looked to Tala. The Toa of Fire expected her thanks, but she looked away with cold indignation.

“If you had been smart, this assassin would never have made it this close,” she said as she motioned for her men. “Take him away and kill him.”

“Of course, Princess,” one of them said. The three grabbed him, disarmed him, and dragged him away, kicking and screaming of revolution.

“Toa,” Otoka said as Tala started away.

Tala looked back. “Yes?”

“You failed your mission today. Remember that,” she said. “And remember, that’s why I trust the Seraphim more than the lot of you. They don’t fail. They would have had that assassin down the moment you burst in. Your entrance confused them, cutting their reaction time down by one second. Remember that. You are, and always will be, second choice.”


 * -“You have no equal? You sound like Gaila. But be careful of what you wish for, and don’t grow too cocky. Next time: “Blood”. Power is earned through necessity.”

12: Blood
A man in a dusty cloak walked along the edge of the Isle of Angelus Nui. His gaze went into the island, towards the city itself.

He said nothing, but his eyes burned with hate.

Tala swung his sword in front of his body, cutting down his imaginary opponent. He spun around, swinging his sword behind his body, flicking his wrist to put the sword up across his back at an angle, as if parrying someone from behind.

He spun around again, lifting his sword and spinning, cutting that foe down as well.

He rose to his full height and looked around, looking for anything that could make this more interesting. He then started to think through scenarios, hoping to find an interesting one, but he just couldn’t find one.

Ever since the incident with Princess Ishiza, Tala had been on edge. Everything that Turaga Otoka had told him on that day had burned him, had burned into his mind. He continued to replay that day over and over, about her words, and how they stung him.

How could the could be so cruel?

“What’s wrong, Tala?”

He looked to his side, right before he swung his sword and stopped when he saw the Turaga of Air. He smiled and sheathed his sword on his back. “Oh, Rekona. I’m glad you’re here, actually.”

“Of course you are,” Rekona said. “Everybody is pleased when I appear.”

“Let me guess,” Tala said. “That’s because everybody also hates Turaga Otoka.”

Rekona shrugged. “That could be it. Why? Is that your opinion?”

“Yeah, it is,” Tala admitted.

“What has she done this time?” he asked.

“Didn’t you hear about that Princess coming to the island to discuss trade routes?” Tala questioned.

Rekona nodded. “I did. I saw them and heard someone mention something. Why? What do you need me to know?”

“Just the gist of it,” he replied. “Now, Otoka never told us anything. When we saw them coming down the street, we stopped them to inquire about their intentions. They never told us anything, and the Princess herself came off as uncaring, pompous, and cold. We never got anything. Then, Otoka told us we never needed to know anything. She wants to keep we three in the dark, just like she did when Gaila was in charge.”

“She said she never had to tell Gaila anything, and referred to that. She implied that a good Toa should follow orders blindly, without inquiring for information. Then, when the three of us left to follow her orders to stay away, we passed another one of the Princess’ guards. Only it turns out, he wasn’t. He was an assassin.”

“How did you find that out?” Rekona asked.

“We met a battered and wounded guard. He managed to persuade us into believing that the other man was the assassin. We believed him, so I went off on my vehicle. I managed to get in and save the Princess just in time, but they didn’t believe me right away, of course. They held swords to my throat, trying to kill me.

“When I finally showed them the Matoran, they still weren’t sure. They then had Turaga Otoka use her powers to read him, and found nothing aside from the fact that he was full of dark intentions towards the Princess. They never said a word of thanks to me. They only said I shouldn’t have screwed up and told the assassin where they were to begin with. Seems they’d rather have the assassin out there to begin with than have him taken care of through means like this.”

“Then Otoka told me that she doesn’t trust us Toa to do the job properly. That’s why she believes more strongly in the Seraphim. She says they don’t make mistakes like that, and were about to cut him down, before I intruded. In the confusion, I had him down before they could react, it seems. She said that the Seraphim are all she ever needs.”

“So you’re down because of Otoka?” Rekona asked.

“Because we get no respect,” Tala replied.

“You want Otoka’s respect?” Rekona chuckled, “Good luck. You’re better off trying to tame a Muaka and teach it to roll over without it eating you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Tala sighed.

“So just go on without her approval. You’ll never get it, you know.”

“I know,” Tala said. “That’s what I’ll have to do, just like Gaila before me. As long as I have your approval, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Thank you, Tala. I’m pleased that you see it that way,” Rekona told him. He leaned heavily on his staff. “Well, I’m tired, Tala. I’ll see you again later. Go back to those invisible people,” he said, smiling. “I think they’re sneaking up on you.”

“Thanks, Rekona,” Tala said, drawing his sword once more, getting back to training again, his anger release. He started to swing in a wild dance of fury, yet of grace and elegance as well. He continued to parry and strike back against anyone who could possibly come at him, dancing his deadly dance between the invisible enemies, cutting them down.

It was all therapeutic to him. He loved it, but he hated how it made him look to anyone who came inside.

He heard someone else walk in and stopped for the second time. He looked to the blue armored figure of Eiran.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said.

“Who were you expecting?” Eiran asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he replied. He panted and sat down, resting his blade on his knees. “What brings you here?”

She sat down in a seat beside him. “I actually came here on behalf of someone else.”

“On whose behalf?” he asked.

“A friend,” she answered. “He told me that he saw someone strange up towards the mountains to the north. He wore a cloak, and that was it. All you could see were his eyes. My friend said he was coming towards the city and he looked dangerous.”

“Sounds like it,” Tala replied. “How long ago was this?”

“Ten minutes ago, maybe,” she replied.

“Then he should be here soon,” Tala said, rising to his feet, hooking his sword on his back. He looked to the Flame Cycle, and then to Eiran. “I’m going to go and check it out. If something goes wrong and I don’t come back, please, inform the others.”

“I will. Please, be careful,” Eiran said.

“I will,” he replied, rushing towards his bike. He got on and hooked his sword to the handlebar. He triggered the systems and it started to rise up on its’ thrusters, as he turned it around to face the exit to the street. He looked back to Eiran and nodded to her, then took off as the door opened wide enough for him, shooting out into the street.

Eiran watched him go and whispered a silent prayer for his safety.

The cloaked man walked around the outskirts between the mountains and the city. He didn’t want to enter the city, not yet.

It wasn’t his time to enter. No, he had the feeling that he shouldn’t enter yet.

Finally he saw something coming. He figured that this is what he was waiting for. What he had come to the island for. A challenge.

Tala pulled his Flame Cycle to the side of a tree. He leapt off, pulling his sword with him, and attaching it to his back. He walked over the rough terrain of rocks and trees, towards the man in the dusty brown cloak.

“My name is Tala, Toa of Fire,” he introduced. “I’m the leader of this team of Toa, the Toa Angelus. And who might you be?”

The man didn’t answer.

“Are you here for something? Someone?” Tala asked, trying to pin down why a man, who could be a Toa, was here. If he were a Corps Stone-using Matoran, he would be attacking, no doubt. Why hide in the north, after all?

“I’m here for a challenge,” the man said in a raspy, yet strong voice. The raspy aspect to his voice was probably from lack of water, judging from how his cloak looked. The strength of his voice was a reflection of himself.

“What sort of challenge?” Tala asked.

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he asked a different question. “Where is the team leader I’ve heard about? Where is Gaila?” he inquired.

“Your information seems outdated,” Tala said. “She’s dead.”

“Dead?” he questioned.

“Mutiny, you could call it,” Tala said. “I prefer to call it a consensus, something she didn’t believe in.”

“So you and your team killed her,” the man said. “Very well. And you’re the new leader?”

“I am,” Tala answered.

“Then you will have to do,” he said, grabbing the left shoulder of his cloak with his right hand. He pulled his cloak away, tossing it aside. He revealed his body to Tala, displaying white and red armor. He had a red armored chest with splashes of white across it, as well as a red Kanohi on his face, a strongly carved version of the Hau it seemed. His right arm was white armored, and his left was red. His upper legs had red armor, while his lower legs had white armor, and his feet were red. His hands were gray in contrast to the scheme of the rest of his armor.

He reached behind a boulder, pulling a weapon free. It was a blade in the center, white with splashes of red, and spikes lining it, with secondary blades on each side of it, sticking out farther, running up and down, rising higher and lower than the center, creating an imposing sight. All of the parts of the blade were primarily white with the red splashes and spikes.

Tala drew his sword on instinct to a threat. He pointed the tip of his blade out at this new challenger. “Who are you?” Tala hissed.

“They call me the ‘Blood Swordsman’. I go by the name of Ucen,” he responded. He put his blade on his right shoulder. “Now, my name means something.”

“What?” Tala questioned.

“They call me the ‘Blood Swordsman’ because that’s what I am. I am a swordsman who seeks nothing more than one challenge after another. I seek only the strongest, and when they disappoint me, I cut them down, cut them to pieces as a testament to my strength. I seek only the strongest, and when I find them, I slay them.”

“Quite a job you have,” Tala said. “You sought Gaila so you could cut her down as well then?”

“I did,” Ucen answered.

“Who told you about her?”

“Word spreads around.”

Tala shook his head. “So you just decided that some random Toa team leader would be worth the trip to fight?” Tala questioned.

“Of course. My life is fighting, which means my life is also traveling,” Ucen said, leveling his blade at Tala, mimicking the Toa of Fire. “Now, come. Come and face my steel.”

Tala looked his opponent over. He didn’t seem to be a Toa, nor anything special, for that matter. He had a Kanohi Hau, but that was it. If he could use it, Tala had no idea.

If this man was about strength and finding the strongest, then Tala believed his sword would be nothing special either. Why hide his own strength behind a weapon’s hidden powers?

“Let’s do this,” Tala said, running at Ucen. Ucen rushed forward, lifting his sword high. He slashed down as hard as he could.

Tala danced back with his superior agility. The sword smashed into the ground in front of him, sending a spray of rocks up and around. Tala was shocked by the strength that this man possessed.

Tala leapt forward, elbowing him in the face. As he stumbled back, Tala spun around, driving a kick into his chest.

Ucen stumbled backward, but soon leapt forward, taking a side chop for Tala. Tala threw his shield up, parrying the blow with his Kanohi’s power.

“That’s cheating,” Ucen hissed.

Tala threw a fireball forward. Ucen blocked it with his own Hau.

“That’s cheating as well,” Ucen said. “We fight like men. With our swords and the strength of our bodies and will. No Kanohi, no powers, agreed?” he demanded.

“Do you even have power?” Tala questioned.

“No, that’s what makes my job even more enjoyable,” Ucen said. He punched Tala in the face, staggering him back. Ucen spun around, slashing Tala across the chest, flipping him to the ground.

Ucen lifted his sword high again, and slammed it down once more.

Tala rolled aside. He grabbed his scarf with his left hand, and undid it quickly, throwing it aside. He didn’t need it potentially blocking his vision from time to time if the front tail fluttered up into his face. He also didn’t need Ucen stepping on it to stop him from moving, or grabbing it, or anything like that.

Tala leapt forward, slashing Ucen across the chest. Ucen stumbled back and lifted his sword high once again. This time, he changed his grip, taking it with two hands instead.

“What?” Tala breathed.

He slashed his sword down much faster, with greater control, and additional power. If it hit him, Tala had no doubt he would be split in half.

Tala dodged back, avoiding the strike. When he looked at the impact sight, there was nothing but a giant crater sitting there. The attack had created a wound in the ground larger than both of them combined.

Ucen truly had strength on his side. He was a frightening opponent.

“Are you going to give up after seeing my strength?” Ucen questioned.

“Never,” Tala said. “As a Toa, I can’t give up against you.”

“Good, a fight to the death then,” Ucen said, leaping forward. He lifted his sword high, slashing down at Tala once more.

Tala threw his arm up, parrying with his sword. He slid back, and his arm started to hurt. He looked at the ground behind him. Ucen didn’t see it, but a boulder was coming up.

As he was pushed back even farther, he finally reached it, slamming his feet into it, holding himself steadfast, at least as long as Ucen didn’t have the strength to push him through the boulder, to destroy it from where he was.

Ucen continued to apply force, but couldn’t make Tala move. Tala withdrew his sword and rolled to the side, forcing Ucen to stumble forward.

Tala spun around, getting behind the “Blood Swordsman”. He slashed him across the back, making Ucen cry out and fall to his knees. He glared at Tala, who stood at his side, sword leveled at the side of his face.

“You’re finished,” Tala said.

“You think so?” Ucen hissed.

“I know so,” Tala said.

“Are you going to kill me, then?”

“No,” Tala said. “Toa aren’t killers.”

“Then you haven’t won,” Ucen said, cutting to Tala’s very heart with his words.


 * -“Thete hides something in his past? I wonder what that could be... Next time: “Bullet”. The stains of our pasts wear on us all.”

13: Bullet
“What’s wrong with Tala?” Seles asked, leaning over to Thete.

“I don’t know,” Thete replied, leaning back, looking across the bunker to the Toa of Fire, who sat alone, quietly, looking at his sword lying in his lap.

Tala had been quiet ever since returning from the north of the island. Whatever he had seen there had shaken him considerably, his partners knew, but that was all that they knew, nothing else.

Eiran had told them where he had gone, but not why. When he returned, he neglected to tell them why, and seemed rather, to ignore them.

“What do you think it could have been?” Seles asked.

“I really don’t know,” Thete replied. “I’m not a mind reader.”

As Tala sat alone, he thought about what Ucen had told him when he had the man at the tip of his blade. Ucen told him that he never truly would win until he killed him. That he could only achieve victory by killing his opponent.

It was against the Toa Code to kill. How could he kill someone? How could he even kill someone like Ucen, who admitted to killing anyone who would prove to be a challenge, who had come to kill Gaila, if she had been alive?

He just wasn’t sure. He knew the Toa Code, as well as its’ importance to the Toa. It kept them in line, kept the Matoran from fearing them and hating them. It held their respect by not being judge, jury, and executioner. It kept the powerhouses, that Toa could be, restrained, at least, if they weren’t rogue.

Ucen was right, though. If a Toa would defeat someone and imprison them, what would stop them from breaking free and continuing to cause destruction? Nothing. What would stop a Corps Stone-user from getting their hands on another Corps Stone and causing even more damage? Nothing.

Why didn’t the Toa just kill the Matoran, then? Because they were still Matoran, even if they had become monsters in a sense.

Why couldn’t Tala bring himself to kill Ucen? Because Ucen was a person, just like him. He was a monster, sure, but he was still a man. Tala couldn’t bring himself to kill anyone like that. He could only kill them if he knew that they fully deserved it.

And he didn’t know if Ucen deserved it.

For all he knew, Ucen was doing good for the universe. The people who provided him challenges could easily have been criminals, or other such scum. They might not have been people who deserved to live over anyone else. If they had been Toa, proper Toa, defenders, and others like them, then he probably should have died. But for all Tala knew, they were on the same page.

He clenched his fist. Next time they would meet, he swore that he would find out. He would fight Ucen again, and do it in such a way that he would utterly defeat Ucen in a crushing victory.

Suddenly Tala’s head came up for the first time that day. The other two also looked in shock to the large crack and thud they heard. It had come from above, through the ceiling, and had smashed around, crashing into a wall, leaving a large indentation, as well as evidence.

The three Toa rushed to the spot and looked at the hole. Thete was running his hand across it, feeling out for mechanical components.

“Nothing,” he said, moving his hand away, having not actually touched anything.

Seles put his hand over, again not touching anything but the wall. “Heat, no kinetic energy. Some potential, but not much. Whatever it is, it’s spent. No more possible uses, meaning, no real potential energy remaining.”

Tala put his hand over it, sucking the heat out of the spot, allowing them to reach in safely. He reached inside, pulling out a small steel item.

It looked like the rounded end of something. It was small, smaller than his finger, and honestly it was confusing to him.

“What is this thing?” he muttered, passing it around. Seles took it, and shook his head at the sight of it. He passed it to Thete.

Thete’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it. He looked up in shock at the other two.

“Well?” Seles questioned.

“It’s a bullet,” he said.

“What’s a bullet?” Tala asked.

“A small steel projectile,” he replied. “Fired from a gun of some sort, like mine,” he said, motioning toward the weapon on his hip. “Mine fires energy blasts, however. Someone using one as a projectile launcher... that’s different.”

“What else can a bullet do? Anything?” Tala asked.

He motioned towards the ceiling, and then the wall in response to Tala’s question. “Force. A lot of it. And a destructive impact, sometimes.”

“Okay. Do you know anything else?” Tala asked.

He nodded. “There’s only one person I know of who could be here, using a bullet. Only one person who could want to attack a Toa fortification.”

“And who would that be?” Tala questioned.

“An old friend,” Thete replied. “We parted company long ago. He and I were marksmen. I used energy blasts and he used bullets. He’s the only man I ever heard of using bullets.”

“So, who is he?” Seles questioned. “Cut the suspense.”

“His name is Marcko,” Thete replied. “He’s here. He has to be.”

“Why would he do this?” Tala questioned. “It this how he says ‘Hello’ or something?”

“No,” Thete answered, shaking his head. “We didn’t part on the best of terms.”

“What do you mean?” Tala asked.

“He and I... split apart instead of leaving each other’s partnership peacefully,” he replied.

“What happened to you two?” Tala asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Thete said, running towards the upper door. He looked down. “I’m going to go and find Marcko! I need to find him!”

“It’s a trap! Isn’t that obvious?” Tala called.

“I need to go,” Thete hissed, rushing out the door.

Tala looked to Seles. “Follow him,” the Toa of Fire ordered.

“Okay,” Seles said.

“Not complaining?” Tala questioned.

“No need,” Seles replied. “I’ve nothing better to do anyway.”

Seles waited for a minute or two and then ran up the stairs and out the door, hoping to be able to keep some distance on Thete by using this time as a buffer.

As they left, Tala sat down, thankful to be alone. He leaned against a wall and looked at the ceiling above him, thinking once more about Ucen, about how he was right.

“A proper Toa can’t beat him,” Tala said, shaking his head.

Thete looked around the city as he walked between buildings. He ran into a street, but only saw Matoran walking around, going about their routines.

He saw a small red dot on the back of one of the Matoran. He let out a shout and ran towards the Matoran, tackling him, knocking him away, just as a bullet exploded into the ground where he had been standing a moment earlier.

Thete said nothing else to the Matoran, and simply looked to where the laser sight would have had to have come from. He raced in that direction, and climbed up the nearest fire escape that he could find, heading to the rooftops.

Seles, following behind, stopped and ducked behind a wall. He glanced up atop the nearby buildings, and saw Thete running around. Seles waited, and then ran when Thete wasn’t looking, heading for the nearest fire escape as well.

As Thete looked around the roofs, he let out a shout. “Marcko!” he screamed out.

No answer.

“Marcko! Show yourself!” he screamed.

He heard footsteps in response and looked to a house, two buildings over. He saw a silver-and-green-armored man rising. He looked like a Toa, but wasn’t. He was a Voeren who had decided to leave his home and join with a Toa. He traded in his blades for a handgun instead, deciding to use that in his assassinations.

“Thete, you remember me,” the man said, shaking his head. “Well, mate.” He lifted his weapon at Thete. “It’s over for you.”

His weapon had a large top to it, with a smaller nozzle protruding out underneath. Then there was his grip, and beneath that, was a bayonet with a laser sight on it. He wore a green Kanohi mask with a scope built in, hooking around the right side and ending at his eye, giving him crosshairs with a small sight affixed to it, giving him a second laser sight, and the ability to switch back and forth at will.

“Are you still in the game, mate?” Marcko questioned.

“No,” Thete said.

Marcko pulled the trigger. Thete rolled aside, spun around, drawing his own firearm in his spin. He leveled it at Marcko as he stopped, and returned fire, sending an energy blast through the air.

Marcko dodged to the side, easily evading. He aimed his firearm at Thete again. Instead of firing though, he continued to talk to his old friend.

“What? The assassin game get tiring?” he questioned.

“I got tired of making hits for money,” Thete answered. “I’m a Toa! How could I be a bounty hunter? A mercenary? An assassin? I needed to be a hero! A protector! A champion! That’s what I’m here to be.”

“How noble,” Marcko said. “Embracing your roots, just like me.”

“Your people are assassins by nature. I’m sure you never had a problem, nor will you ever have a problem, with your job,” Thete said.

“You’re right,” Marcko replied. “I won’t have a problem.”

“Then you’ll understand why I need to embrace my job. Are you here for revenge, or for a hit?” Thete demanded.

“I’m here for revenge,” Marcko answered.

“Okay, why now? Why not years ago?” Thete questioned.

“With you gone, I’ve had a harder time tracking down targets,” Marcko admitted. “So I was alone, mate. I also had to repair my weapon on my own. You know, when you were with me, mate, you could repair my weapon in no time. It took me years to properly rebuild it, since I lack your mechanical prowess, mate.”

“I forgot how annoying your accent was,” Thete said.

“Trying to provoke me?” Marcko questioned.

The two exchanged fire again, but both managed to dodge their opponent’s attacks, and rolled around, coming to face one another again, but on different sides of the roof, moving over one wall.

“No, not really,” Thete answered. “I’m just stating a point.”

“That you find my accent annoying?” Marcko questioned.

“That you anger easily,” Thete said.

Marcko laughed. “No. I just hate it when people disrespect my accent,” he replied. “I’m actually very calm. Have to be if you’re going to be an assassin.”

“Yeah, I know,” Thete replied.

“Testing me?”

“Of course.”

“I respect that,” Marcko said. “But soon, it won’t matter, because you’re going to be dead,” he finished, aiming with his firearm’s sight. He activated the sight of his crosshair eyepiece, adding a second sight onto Thete’s body. He moved his head and his arm, crossing the lines, making one appear on Thete’s throat, one on the ground beside Thete.

“Which is which?” Marcko questioned.

“Easy,” Thete replied, taking control of his power. He targeted the eyepiece, and disabled the sight on it, making the sight on the ground remain.

“Very good,” he said. He whipped his arm up, firing.

The bullet just missed Thete’s arm as he rolled aside. Thete returned fire with an energy blast from his firearm, but Marcko was just as fast in dodging as he was in firing.

“C’mon mate,” Marcko said. “Fire again.”

Thete complied, opening fire. But Marcko was faster, rolling under the blasts. He came up right before Thete, plunging his weapon forward, leveling his bayonet at the Toa of Technology's throat.

“It’s over, mate,” Marcko said.

“I know,” Thete admitted.

“Good fight. You’ve still got it,” Marcko complimented.

“We’re not alone, you know,” Thete said.

“I’ve known before I even saw you running trying to find me,” he replied. “Come out, Toa of Energy!” he shouted.

Seles climbed the rest of the way up the fire escape. He walked towards the rooftop, and leapt across; landing on the same one the two gunners were on.

“How much did you see and hear?” Marcko questioned.

“All of it,” Seles replied.

“You know what I was?” Thete questioned.

Seles glared at him. “How could you go about killing people for money?!” he shouted. “How could you, Thete?”

“I was a different man back then,” Thete hissed. “You don’t understand!”

“You were greedy, is that it?” Seles demanded.

“No,” Thete hissed.

At that moment, both Toa let loose their powers. Targeting the mechanical body of Marcko, Thete threw him back. As he was thrown back, Seles threw his hand out, focusing his powers into the kinetic energy of Marcko, taking it all away, and dropping him to the ground below.

The two Toa leapt down in pursuit and Thete looked to Seles. “Do you really have a problem with me?”

“Yeah,” Seles simply said. “But first, we’ll deal with this guy before we talk about it.”

Marcko was rising, holding his firearm out. He was aiming at either one of the Toa, going back and forth between his targets.

“Goodbye, mates,” he said, opening fire on both of them rapidly.

The two Toa managed to roll into alleys, evading the gunshots. When the bullets stopped flying, they rolled back out, only to discover Marcko holding a Matoran hostage at the tip of his bayonet.

“Make one move against me, and he dies,” Marcko threatened.

Both Toa held up their hands. They looked to each other, and Thete aimed his weapon at the Matoran.

“Are you going to kill a hostage?” Marcko questioned.

“We’ll see,” Thete replied, opening fire, releasing a rain of energy blasts through the air. The Matoran shouted in fear, begging to be released, begging to live.

Marcko didn’t release him. He wasn’t going to lose his shield.

Seles took control of the situation, using his powers of Energy. He took control of the energy blasts, bending them through the air, around the assassin and Matoran, plowing them into Marcko’s back, propelling him forward.

He let go of the Matoran as he stumbled. When he looked up, a fist smashed into his face, shattering his eyepiece. He stumbled back and Thete followed him, following up the punch by thrusting his weapon into Marcko’s gut.

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you, mate?” Marcko asked. “Or are you jealous that you couldn’t pull off bullets like me? Is it your weakness that makes you want to kill me?”

Thete looked into his eyes. He recalled the Toa Code, but then recalled the damage this man was attempting to do. He ignored the mockery of bullets over energy, or energy over bullets, or whatever.

It wasn’t worth it.

“No. You live,” Thete said.


 * -“A game. That’s all life is. A game of life and death. But, what happens when you must play a game to continue to play the game of life? Eh, Tala? Next time: “Game”. When reality and play mix, it all becomes life, or it becomes death.”

14: Game
As night began to fall, Thete and Seles were back, but they weren’t speaking. All three Toa were silent for various reasons.

Tala was silent because of Ucen.

Seles was silent because of what he learned about Thete.

Thete was silent because of Marcko, and what Seles now knew about the sins of his past.

A knock rang out at the door to the streets. Thete rose, walking to the door. He opened it, and saw a tablet lying, having come by messenger.

He picked it up, and looked it over. He looked inside, “Tala! It’s for you!”

“What is it?” Tala questioned.

“Summons.” He replied.

“What? Otoka want my head?” Tala questioned.

“It’s not from Otoka.” Thete said, walking towards him, handing him the tablet.

Tala read it over a total of three times before he looked up.

“Who is it from?” Seles questioned.

“It’s from Gyoku.” Tala said.

“Gyoku? The Fe-Matoran who was Gaila's mentor?” Thete questioned.

Tala nodded, “Yeah, the very same.”

“What could he possibly want?” Seles questioned, “You know, that he hasn’t already not said? I mean, six months go by, and not a word from him about his student’s death. Everyone knows, so why hasn’t he demanded information about Gaila’s death? He seems like the kind who would want to know more.”

“I’ll find out when I go.” Tala said, walking towards the door.

“You actually plan on going to see the old man?” Seles questioned.

“Of course.” Tala said, “It could be important.”

“Ok, don’t let him waste your time.” Seles said.

Tala nodded, “Thete, Seles, watch the place for now. If I’m not back by morning…come and find me.”

“Got it.” Thete said, “The bunker will be in our capable hands.”

“Glad to hear it.” Tala said, walking away and closing the door behind him.

Seles looked to Thete, “Now, about your past…”

Thete walked to a chair and sighed, slumping down heavily in it. He looked up to Seles, “I knew that this day would come eventually, when my partners learned about my past.”

“Partner.” Seles corrected, “Just me, for now. I don’t plan on telling Tala, but he might find out someday, for all we know.”

“Ok, fine.” Thete said, “Where do you want me to start in my explanations?”

“The absolute beginning.” Seles replied, “I want to know everything.”

Tala walked along the countryside of the island, towards a small stone hut. There was a single light on in the window, but it didn’t seem very inviting. He walked towards it, and knocked on the door. Thankfully it was large enough on the outside, so he wouldn’t have troubles, if he needed to go inside the place.

The wooden door came open. A small gray armored Matoran stood on the other side, staring at him.

“Tala?” He questioned, “The current leader?”

Tala nodded, “Yes. And you would be Gyoku, correct?”

“I am.” He replied, “Please, come in.”

Tala walked inside. Gyoku closed the door behind him.

Tala looked around, looking at the sparse materials. There were two small tables, two chairs at one of the tables, and a larger chair in a corner. He assumed that chairs would be transported table to table, with the lack of them.

There was the single candle in the window. Not even a lightstone was around to provide light anywhere.

Gyoku picked up the candle and moved it to the table with the two chairs. He looked to Tala, “I’ve been meaning to see you.”

“About what?” Tala asked.

“Ever since Gaila died, I’ve been wondering what to do with myself.” He said, “She was my friend, not only my apprentice.”

“What did you teach her, anyway?” Tala asked, “I don’t wish to be rude, but I’m curious.”

“Of course.” Gyoku replied, “I taught her how to fight, how to act around certain people, manners, repairing weapons, things like that. A lot, actually.”

“So…why take so long? What were you wondering about doing for six months?” Tala asked.

“If it would be worth summoning you.” He replied, “I never planned on asking about her death. I know she would have died as she lived. That’s all I need to know. What I want to know, now, is if you are a capable replacement.”

“How will you find that out?” Tala asked.

He gestured to the table. Sitting atop it was a square gameboard with a grid pattern along it. It had black and white tiles laid out on it already, with all of them arranged in an orderly pattern. White on the left side, black on the right.

“We shall play this game.” Gyoku said, taking his eat behind the white panels.

Tala took the seat behind the black. He looked to the Fe-Matoran, “I’m not familiar with this. What is it?”

“It’s called Uuk-Koi. Gyoku replied, “It’s dangerous, so it’s illegal on many islands, including Angelus Nui.”

“Then why and how do you have it?” Tala asked.

“I have it so I can test people.” Gyoku replied, “And so I can play them. Now, I have it because I paid for it to be smuggled across, of course.”

“Illegal actions?” Tala questioned, “Good thing Gaila isn’t here to hear this.”

“She knew.”

“What? And she didn’t destroy it?” Tala questioned.

“She played against me many times, despite knowing it was illegal and dangerous.” Gyoku replied, “The problem is that we never finished a game.”

“Why not?” Tala asked.

“You really don’t know much, do you?” He asked, “The game wears so much on the minds of the players, almost certain death awaits the loser. We’d play until one of us was about to lose consciousness, and then quit so no one got too hurt.” Gyoku told him.

“So you want me to play this?” Tala questioned, “Despite the fact it could kill me?”

“We won’t play that long.” Gyoku assured him, “We’ll only play for so long, and quit before it comes close to ending.”

Tala nodded nervously, “Ok then…but why?”

“I want to see how good you are as a man, like I said, as a leader. I want to test your merit to the team, to Angelus Nui. That’s why we must do this.” He told Tala.

“To see how good I am, you want to try to kill me in a game?” Tala asked.

Gyoku extended his arms, placing his right fist below his left open palm. He nodded, “Yes, I do. Now, get into the stance.

Tala put his hands out in the same way that Gyoku had them. He focused on the board just like the Fe-Matoran.

“I’ll begin.” Gyoku said, flipping his first tile.

“I was young, and had no people around me.” Thete told Seles, “One day, an assassin came to my homeland. I was supposed to protect them, you know, being a Toa and all. I couldn’t stop him. I tried to use my powers to slow his body down, but it didn’t work. I had no real weapon that I was good with, so I got beat pretty badly.

“Before he killed me, he went down. When he was down, someone walked over him. That person was Marcko. He told me that it was his job to come and eliminate that man before he could do too much damage, and before the Dark Hunters arrived to do the same, since they would cause just as much damage as the man in the attempt to capture him.

“So I owed Marcko.” Thete said, “I went along with him on a mission. We worked together. I used my powers to find his target by feeling his mechanical body. Then he shot the man and killed him. He split his payment with me, and it felt good to have a friend, to have someone with me. I returned the payment, and just went along with him to have someone.”

“You killed just to have a friend?” Seles questioned.

“As crazy as that sounds, yes.” Thete said.

Seles shook his head, “Wow…that’s strange.” He said, “But you started to kill after that, then?”

“Yes.” Thete said, looking down in shame at what he was admitting, “I built this weapon for myself.” He touched his firearm at his side, “I started to go on missions with him more and more often, repairing his weapon when it was damaged. We started to become marksmen, some of the best. We continued for so long…until I saw a Toa was our target.”

“Targeting a Toa changed you?” Seles asked.

“The Toa was defending his people when we came. We started to attack him, but he wouldn’t surrender. He said he couldn’t, he had to stay alive and save his people. After he said that…I left in the middle of the mission, leaving Marcko. I went to the first island I could, and inquired about where I could go for training, where I could go to become a better warrior, and learn to be a Toa. That’s when I met you two, and we came here to Angelus Nui.” Thete finished.

Seles nodded at the completed story, “So, you were young and didn’t know what you were actually doing, really. Then a Toa turned you around in the middle of a job?”

“That’s about it.” Thete said.

“I can either take that as fact, or, as completely fake.” Seles admitted. Thete looked disappointed when he said that. “I’ll take it as fact. I know you. I know that that would be all it would take to turn you around, Thete.”

Thete sighed with relief, “Thank you for believing me, Seles. That means a lot to me, to have you believe me, and approve of me.”

“You’re welcome, then.” Seles said. He looked outside, into the dark of night, “I wonder how Tala is doing…”

Tala’s mind was aching. His head was pounding.

He always hated mind games. This was the worst kind of mind game. It was literally a mind game.

Instead of moving the pieces by hand, and doing whatever was supposed to happen, the players would exert their minds, flipping pieces around the grid. They would try to land their piece atop one of their opponent’s pieces, and then would exert their mental energy, fighting against the mental pressure that their opponent was unleashing to fight them with.

The two minds would struggle for a bit, trying to find the smallest gap in their foe’s concentration, and then wedge the gap to splinter the concentration and shatter the stone tile to win the match. The game would continue on as such.

Tala had lost two tiles, while Gyoku had lost none.

“Are you ready to continue?” The Fe-Matoran questioned, “It’s your move.”

Tala skimmed the board. He flipped one of his unmoved tiles onto the closest tile of his foe’s. He had just lost the tile right next to the one he was moving, placing his foe’s white tile there. He attacked the white tile, hoping to at least win once.

As the black tile landed on the white tile, both players exerted a mental pressure. While Gyoku was a Matoran, he possessed a powerful mind. Tala, as a Toa, possessed a powerful mind as well, but not one that was used to such strain, such a concept as this game.

The two exerted their minds. It felt as though two walls were plowing into each other, each one the same in strength. One wall started to gain more strength, and started to push the other one over. Not wanting to be outdone, Tala pushed more strength into his mental wall, keeping a stalemate. He didn’t risk put too much strength in, only to fall prey to a trap of some sort.

“You have a strong mind. It’s not refined.” Gyoku simply said.

Tala didn’t understand how he could speak. Tala couldn’t speak while exerting pressure like this. That showed Tala the two different sets of abilities they had, the two different levels they were at.

“Do you know the point of this game?” Gyoku asked, pushing more strength into his tile.

Tala countered with the same amount of strength, and then shook his head.

“To kill the other.” Gyoku said, “And to gamble. But my point is a different one. I’m seeing how powerful you are. You are only as powerful as your mind is strong, after all. That’s what I say, anyway.” Gyoku told him.

As they continued their tug-of-war of power, neither was coming any closer to victory.

Tala overpowered his foe’s wall, pushing as much power as he could in in a vain attempt to win at least once. In retaliation, Gyoku slipped his wall down, and attacked the base of Tala’s wall, striking the foundation with a hit that revealed a crack.

The more power you put into the wall, the more likely the wall was to crack. Gyoku just found Tala’s crack.

Before the wall came down and won this match, Gyoku spread a thin piece of his mental energy into the crack, and expanded it rapidly, blowing it open.

The tile flew into the air, and shattered, leaving the white tile where it was, as small black pieces rained down around the two players.

“Gaila would have had me matched tile-for-tile by now.” Gyoku said.

“I’m not Gaila.” Tala panted.

The game was tiring. Seeing as it was also night, Tala was amazed he hadn’t yet lost consciousness or fallen asleep, or some combination of the two.

“Look, there is something I must tell you.” The Matoran said.

“What is it?” Tala asked.

“You lack the proper mental conditioning.” Gyoku told him, “I can feel in your attacks that you are focusing on something. What is it?”

“A rival, of sorts.” Tala said vaguely. He didn’t mention Gaila at all. He didn’t want to possibly make Gyoku go after Ucen for trying to murder Gaila, should she have still been living.

“Ok.” Gyoku said simply, “I see your problem.”

“What is it?” Tala asked.

“You don’t have the resolve to end things.” Gyoku told him.

“I don’t follow.” Tala responded.

“When we clashed, I felt it.” Gyoku said, “You had the resolve to fight, I could feel that as our minds fought. You never had the resolve to end things. You feared to make the killing blow, and your hesitation cost you.”

“It’s against the Toa Code to kill.” Tala hissed.

“So you’re thinking about killing this rival of yours.” Gyoku said, “Is that it?”

Tala nodded, “But the Code forbids me. I’ve thought it over on my own, but I don’t know what to do. I can’t just kill him.”

“Then be pleased you played this game with me.” Gyoku said, rising, “I’m sure this match told you what you must do.”

“It did.” Tala said, rising. He looked to the Matoran, “Thank you so much. I know what to do.”

''-“What does it take to be a leader of Toa. Why do you ask me? A Turaga has no need to try to prove his worth as leader of Toa anymore. Next time: “Leader”. Tala…why do you want advice on what a leader should do?”''

15: Leader
“This blasted city…”

Ucen watched from a low peak, watching over the vast expanse of the city that covered the island of Angelus Nui.

“This blasted city, hiding the one who killed the person I was after…” He hissed, “Where are you? Who are you? I want to kill you…”

He held his sword tight in his right hand. He let out a shout, lifted his blade high in one hand, and slammed it into a boulder at his side. The boulder was effectively cleaved in half from the single swing of his might blade.

He tore the sword out of the remains of the boulder, and then looked back out at the city, shaking his head.

“Tala…I know you can tell me who did it.” He hissed, thinking about the Toa of Fire he had fought not long ago, “I know you can tell me who the killer of Gaila is. I know you can give me a fight, if you would be a man and own up to whatever it is that’s keeping your blade from touching me.”

Ucen shook his head, “Whatever you’re hiding, Toa of Fire, I want to know. I want to see you overcome it, so I won’t have any trouble cutting you down as a worthy opponent.”

“I need to know what made Gaila tick.” Tala told Gyoku.

Gyoku looked up from his work, from the wood he was whittling. He was surprised to see Tala back at all, not that he had just walked right inside of his house.

“What do you mean?” The Fe-Matoran asked.

“I want to know what made her who she was.” Tala said, “If anyone would know, it would be you. Please, can you tell me?”

“I’m not quite sure what you want exactly.” He admitted to Tala.

“I want to know what made her the sort of leader she was.” Tala came out and said, “I need to know what made her the leader she was. What sort of motivation she had to be the leader she was. Why she was the leader she was. I need to know, so I can try to do the same for my own team. For we remnants of her reign.”

“I understand.” Gyoku said, “You want to try to be a better leader, so you want to know what Gaila did.”

“Exactly. I want to know as much about her as I can so I can figure out how to lead the others properly.” Tala said.

Gyoku ignored him, going back to his work.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Tala questioned, “I’m asking a legitimate question! Please, just tell me.”

“I won’t tell you.” Gyoku said, “Now leave my home, or I will call on the Seraphim to enforce the law. You broke in, after all.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tala said.

“I would.” Gyoku said, “I want to have peace.”

“Ok, I’ll leave, but first tell me. What is it that made Gaila the leader she was? How can I become like that?”

“I won’t tell you.” Gyoku said.

“Can you give me a reason other than just refusing to tell me?” Tala questioned, “Or don’t you have a reason? Do you just want to say “no”?” He shook his head, “Is it because I’m the person who replaced Gaila? Is it because you hold me as accountable for her death in some way?”

“No.” Gyoku said, “It’s because you’re the leader now that I won’t tell you what made her tick, as you put it.”

“Why not?” Tala questioned, “Answer that question, please!”

“Because you’re the new leader.” Gyoku said, “As the leader, you have to find your own way. When I first met Gaila, she wasn’t the woman she was when her life ended, when I last saw her. During the years we were together as mentor and protégé, she looked deep within herself and started to change based on what she saw. I didn’t teach her what to do, I didn’t help her along. She did it all on her own, while I offered support in other manners. I didn’t teach her to be a leader. She learned it all from reflecting inwards on herself.”

“You’re telling me that I need to look within myself.” Tala said.

Gyoku nodded, “Yes. That is the only advice I can give you on being a leader.” He told the Toa of Fire, “Now, is there anything else? Or are you leaving?”

“I’m going.” Tala said. He walked outside, his hand on the door. He looked back in, “Thanks for the help.” He said softly, closing the door.

The truth of the matter was, however, that he had already reflected inwards on himself. He had already done everything he could to look inside of his own heart, to try to find out what he could do. He remembered his past with Gaila and Lewin as his superiors, looking at that time, wondering what they could have done better, what he had wanted them to do better, what he had wanted them to do, period.

He couldn’t really remember anything, though. As they were, they were good leaders, with the exception of Gaila’s occasional outbursts of anger and her rage. But other than that, it was fine.

All he really knew was not to be an angry person who didn’t listen to reason time to time as it presented itself. That was all he could recall from the leadership of Gaila, and Lewin as deputy leader of the Toa Angelus.

“I would reflect, and learn what I had to do…if I just knew anything that was wrong.” He muttered to himself, taking the long, slow walk back towards the main city, leaving the countryside. He knew he couldn’t ask his partners for any help on the matter, they wouldn’t understand.

He could always go to someone else who might know. That left him with two remaining options as he saw it.

Turaga Otoka. He didn’t want to have to go to her, however. He hated her, hated her reaction towards the Toa. He didn’t want to go and have to ask her for help in any way. He didn’t want to have to ask her for advice on leadership, or on what he could do to help his team along. Or, even, to help himself along through a hard time like this.

He could go to Turaga Rekona. That was his only other true option.

Now all that he could think about was finding the Turaga of Air. He didn’t have any idea about where to even begin his search. That was Tala’s main problem with having to find Turaga Rekona.

Rekona didn’t have a proper home, as far as Tala knew. If he did, he didn’t know it. He had no idea where Rekona put himself up at. He just moved around, as far as Tala knew. Moved around, and came and went as needed.

Whenever Tala needed guidance, he was always there.

And of all the times he needed it, Rekona wasn’t around. And without anywhere to know to look into, there was little hope for Tala to find him.

“I could ask around.” He muttered, “But I don’t know if that would help very much.” He didn’t like the idea of having to ask around. He hated to have to ask Matoran for help. He knew that it was the Matoran who should be asking the Toa for help, not the other way around, even if it was just to question if they knew the location of a man.

It just never felt right to Tala. And having to ask about Rekona’s location also didn’t feel right. He felt as though Rekona wouldn’t want him to have to ask around. He felt like he should just find his friend and mentor-of-sorts on his own.

Tala sat down, resting on a fallen log. He looked around. The countryside was sparsely populated. He could see houses spread out, here and there, but no Matoran around. They were probably in fields, working on their crops or whatever it was they were doing in the country. That, or they were in the city, working at stores, at other buildings, or possibly selling their things.

“Mind if I have a seat?”

He looked to his side. He could see Turaga Rekona taking a seat beside him, laying his staff across his legs. His cloak fluttered down around the other side of the log, hanging down, just as the two tales of Tala’s scarf hang down, creating almost a symmetry between them with the cape and scarf, despite the cloak’s cape being longer than the scarf.

“I was about to search for you, Rekona.” Tala admitted, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Rekona smiled, “I have a sixth sense for when you need my help, Tala.” Rekona said, “How else would I always come when you needed me?”

Tala shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m just happy you do that that sixth sense, as you put it. I don’t know what I would do otherwise.”

“Neither do I.” Rekona said.

“You should tell me where I can find you. It would help me a lot.” Tala said.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Tala questioned.

“It would take away from my sage-like appearance.” Rekona said, “Appearing in your need, acting like a man of great wisdom, is what I prefer.”

“Are you telling me you’re not a man of great wisdom, or something?” Tala asked.

“No, I just minced words.” The Turaga answered, “My own mistake.”

“I make mistakes like that sometimes when I talk to others.” Tala said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Ever ruin a conversation for you?” Rekona asked.

“No. You?”

“No.” Rekona said, “Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about? That was why you were about to look for me, was it not?”

“It was.” Tala said, “I need to ask you about your days as a Toa.”

“What about those days?” Rekona asked.

“Who was the leader of your team?” Tala asked.

“I was.” Rekona simply stated, “Why?”

“Good, then my question will be a lot more effective on you.” Tala replied, “I need advice on being a good leader. Can you help me?”

“You want advice on leadership?” Rekona asked, “As a Turaga, I don’t have to prove my leadership at the drop of a hat anymore. It’s been earned through years of hard work on behalf of the people.”

“You’re not the reigning Turaga.” Tala said, “That makes me wonder if it truly has been earned, at least on Angelus Nui.” Tala said, “But no. I don’t want to know about you as a Turaga, I want to know of your leadership as a Toa. Please, I need to grow in the leadership area. I need help to become a better leader.”

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” Rekona questioned.

“An incident the other day.” Tala told him simply.

“I’ll need to know more if I’m to help you.” Rekona told Tala.

“I met a warrior in the north.” Tala replied, “He said he was called the "Blood Swordsman". His name is Ucen. He told me he’s always looking for the next challenger, and he only lives to find powerful opponents and fight them to the death. He came here to look for Gaila, but I fought him in her place, for obvious reasons. I couldn’t bring myself to kill him, which would have been for the good of the people, I’m sure. But…I just couldn’t. I feel that if I had a better grip on the team, as a better leader, finding the resolve would have been easier.”

“That’s quite an interesting way to think about it.” Rekona said.

“You don’t agree?” Tala questioned.

“I don’t believe that the reason to kill, the resolve for it, comes from being a leader. I don’t think leadership has anything to do with it.” Rekona told him, “I never killed anyone as a Toa. I fought many times, but never killed. I don’t believe that a leader in any capacity needs leadership as a reason to kill. I don’t think leadership is a sword to wield against a foe in order to drive it home.”

“You think I can find the resolve on my own?” Tala asked.

“That’s not what you’re asking.” Rekona said, “You’re actually asking me for advice so you can know what to do next time, isn’t it? Death is just one option.”

“You read me pretty well.” Tala said.

“My specialty, reading people, especially you.” Rekona said, “Now, that’s right, isn’t it? You want to know about how to be a good leader so you can know what to do to this man, Ucen, next time, right?”

Tala nodded, “That’s exactly right. I need to know.”

“Leadership has nothing to do with it.” Rekona said, “I think you’re confusing the fact of what your team and others will look upon you with when it’s all over. Fear? Hate? Contempt? Joy? Happiness? I think you’re using leadership as a cloak to cover yourself for the reactions of the people to fall upon. Don’t. Cast that cloak aside, and don’t worry about being leader. Just do what you must in order to meet the outcome you desire, the one you think is best for everyone. I’m not saying to make the end justify the means, I’m only telling you to do what you must for the people, what you believe is the best. And then stick with it, go along with it. Don’t fear how others may react. Just do what you know you must.”

“Thank you, Rekona.” Tala said, rising to his feet. He looked at the Turaga on the log, “I’m going to remember that.”

As Tala began to walk down the dusty road, Rekona called to him, “Where are you going?”

Tala looked back, “To do my job as the leader of the Toa Angelus.” He said, walking away towards his duty.

“Unity has forsaken you.” Ucen said, his back turned. He looked out towards the city, focusing all of his interest in it.

“Duty means I am here to fight.” Tala said, looking at Ucen’s back, looking around him at the city as well.

“Destiny will dictate your defeat.” Ucen said, smiling at the joke of the Three Virtues, and how it would play into Tala’s death. He turned around, holding his sword towards Tala.

Tala drew his sword into his hand, pointing it at Ucen. Both only held their swords with their right hand. Both of them stared at each other, neither one making a move.

To Ucen’s surprise, Tala made the first move. He leapt forward, lifting his sword high. His scarf’s tails fluttered out behind him as he pushed off of a boulder to get at the "Blood Swordsman".

Ucen slashed to the side, catching Tala’s blade, redirecting it away. Tala continued forward with nothing to stop him. He tackled Ucen. The two of them started to roll down the small rocky hill, towards the boulders below.

Ucen kicked him away. He slammed his sword into one of the boulders, catching himself thanks to the spikes lining his blade.

Tala grabbed the limb of a tree, and hang there. He dropped down and walked around the boulders in his way, walking towards Ucen.

Ucen drew his sword out of the boulder and walked towards Tala, ready to engage his new target.

“Where is Tala?” Seles demanded of Thete.

“How should I know?” Thete questioned, “I thought you knew.”

“No.” Seles hissed, “And that’s what’s wrong, here. I don’t know, and apparently, you don’t know either. He never leaves without telling one of us. That’s his own rule! We should all know where the others are, or something like that.” Seles said, revealing his lack of knowledge of the rules.

Thete nodded in agreement, “This isn’t like Tala. We may not always follow the rules, but we’re never gone for this long.”

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Seles said, “We should find him.”

Thete nodded, “I have that same feeling. If we don’t hurry, I fear we might be too late.” He admitted.

''-“Rage. Rage builds in us all, and becomes hate. But, not everyone succumbs to it. Next time: “Hate”. Tala, are you succumbing to your hate?”''

16: Hate
Ucen and Tala rushed at each other, clashing their blades. They crossed their swords, each one trying to use the remains of their momentum to take care of the other one. They looked into each other’s eyes.

Both men’s eyes were filled with hate. That much was apparent for both parties involved in the battle at hand.

“What do you have to hate?” Ucen questioned.

“You.” Tala hissed, “And you?”

“The fact that I’m going to have to kill you.” Ucen said softly, in a deadly whisper, “I always hate having to kill anyone, simply because the fights are usually fun. Without them…then what? Eventually all worthy opponents will be gone. I must savor every moment of every fight. I’m savoring this fight, but fearing your death, for it will bring the end of this fight.”

“I see.” Tala said, “You’re concerned for my wellbeing, just so I can continue to fight against you. That’s so typical of the man I assume you are.”

“Are you characterizing me?” Ucen questioned, “Do you have a character type picked out for me, despite us not having fought for very long? Do you already think you know that much about me?” He laughed, “Well, that’s funny and interesting. Very interesting. It helps me read into who you are, Tala.”

“And who am I?” Tala questioned.

“Once our blades clashed, I could feel who you were. The heart of a warrior is in their blade, or at least, that’s what I always think.” Ucen said, “From your blade, and from the things you’ve said already, I believe that you’re the young idealist. You’re a man who wants everything to go perfectly, blinded to the true darkness of the world. That’s why you’re here, on a “holy island”. You want to stay in as much light as you can, to hide the truth of the world away.

“You’re not a very competent person, either. At least, not in the way you’re trying to be right now. That’s what your sword tells me at this moment. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but like I said, you’re not very competent at it. What is it?”

“Leadership.” Tala hissed.

“Leadership?” Ucen questioned, “So, you don’t think you’re a very good leader, do you?”

“I asked for help to become a better leader.” Tala said, “I needed to become a better leader so I could deal with you.”

“What does leadership have to do with fighting me?” Ucen questioned.

“It’ll give me the resolve to do what I must. To help carry me through this fight.” Tala said.

“You don’t believe that.” Ucen said, “I can tell. You’re just speaking of half truths, at least, half truths that you would like to think of as true in any way. I’ve never been part of a team, and I know that leadership isn’t like that.”

“You think I’m clouding my own judgment with what I want to see?” Tala questioned.

“Exactly.” Ucen replied.

He punched Tala in the face with his left hand. He pulled his sword back and lifted it high, ready to bring it down on Tala.

Tala’s hate-filled eyes burned. He shouted, slashing as fast as he could, cutting his foe across his chest.

Ucen cried out as he stumbled back. He put his hand to the chest wound he had. He cursed a few times, and then cleaned up his language as he spoke to Tala.

“What was that?” He hissed.

“I’m fighting without restraint.” Tala said, “That wasn’t very Toa-like of me, but I can’t afford to be too much of a Toa right now, not against you.”

“You wish to be a monster fighter, or something? Like me?” Ucen questioned, “Someone fighting without proper morals?”

“Just against you.” Tala said, walking forward, “Until I bring you down, I will fight like you. It’s the only way I have to defeat you!”

Ucen laughed, “Well, it looks like you’ll be an interesting foe. You’re not going to be weighed down by your own beliefs. You’ll be fun.”

“This won’t be fun for me, but your corpse will be all I need to come out of my depression after the fact.” Tala said.

“Cocky.” Ucen said, shaking his head, “Don’t get cocky.” He warned. He ran forward and leapt off of a boulder. As he came down, he slashed his sword with one hand on the hilt. Tala threw his arm up, blocking with his sword.

Tala slid back, plowing a foot into a boulder for support. He threw all of his weight into his rotation, and tossed Ucen away. Ucen landed on a boulder and leapt off of it, plowing an elbow into Tala’s face, knocking him off balance.

Tala crouched, using his left hand to support himself against a boulder. He looked forward, where he had just been standing. He couldn’t see Ucen.

He looked to his side, watching Ucen run up his flank. He held his sword in two hands as Ucen did in one. Ucen lifted his sword high, while Tala span around, throwing a rotation in there for good measure against the "Blood Swordsman".

As their blades clashed, it was a stalemate.

“You’re very strong.” Tala said, “Even with one hand.”

“You only kept your head because of the spin.” Ucen told him.

Tala shook his head and laughed in a condescending manner at Ucen, mocking him, insulting him, “You don’t think I knew that? That’s why I did the spin.” He said, “And I didn’t rely on my Hau. If the spin didn’t work, I’d be dead. I’m like you. I won’t rely on the Hau, not unless you start cheating with an outside means first.”

“Just our swords and bodies, then.” Ucen said, “Oh, how I hate looking forward to your death. I’m sure this will be one of my best fights in a long time!”

“We’ll see.” Tala said, leaping away. He landed by a tree, and took quick stock of the limbs on it. When Ucen charged him, holding his sword on his shoulder with one hand on the hilt, Tala leapt up, grabbing the branch above his head. He pulled himself into the tree, and continued to climb.

Ucen landed at the base of the tree. He looked up and shouted at Tala. He took one step back, and swung once, slicing the tree down in one move.

As the tree began to fall, Tala moved quickly, trying to stay on the side that would be the top of the new log. He ran along it as it became horizontal before impact. He leapt at the moment before it would strike, not wanting that energy hitting him. He leapt for Ucen’s side, swinging down in both hands.

Ucen nearly missed him. He span around, holding his sword’s hilt in one hand, and pressing his other hand against the flat of the blade as Tala’s blade struck. He pushed back as much as he could, sliding across the ground as Tala pushed harder and harder.

“Good move.” Ucen muttered, “You’re really coming along nicely, if you’re trying to copy what you believe my style is about.”

Tala said nothing in defiance to Ucen. He didn’t want to try to prompt Ucen to continue speaking, or to try to create a conversation with him.

“You know, I feel like you’ve done this before.” Ucen said, trying to get Tala to respond to him, “Have you?”

“What? Fought with hate?” Tala questioned.

“Funny how you jump right to that.” Ucen replied, “It says a lot about you, like that’s what you’ve done before. So, tell me the story behind that one.”

“We all have sins in our pasts.” Tala hissed, “That is mine. I’m not planning on reliving it again.”

“You will, if you want to live.” Ucen said, “You’ve piqued my interest. Tell me!” He shouted, kicking Tala into a boulder. As Tala slid to the ground, Ucen slammed his blade in. He used the two side blades on the outside to plow into the boulder around Tala’s head, while the central blade, sitting farther back, was a hair away from Tala’s head. “Tell me, or die. Your choice.”

“I want to live.” Tala hissed.

“That’s the answer, then.” Ucen said, “Now, talk!” He ordered, leaving his right hand on the hilt of his sword, as if waiting to use it, as if planning on murdering the Toa of Fire.

“It was when I was young.” Tala began, “When I was a Matoran.” His voice carried a forlorn tone, as well as contempt and anger. He didn’t want to relive this in any way, “It was back on my home island, which you don’t need to know. It’s not relevant. Nowadays I always tell myself, aloud, to others, and aloud to myself, as well as in my mind to myself, that I’ve never taken a life. I always say I’ve never killed. That’s a lie. It’s not the sin of my past, but everything surrounding it is.

“When I was a Matoran, I was a fighter. A young punk fighter. I was always looking for a challenge.” A grim smile came to his face, not that Ucen could see it, “I was like you, Ucen. But I never left home. There were always Matoran thinking they were stronger than me. Some were. Some weren’t. I won. I lost. That’s how things went. I continued to fight with my fists, fighting anyone who would dare to fight me. I once fought the police of the island, and managed to flee after beating them. I ran and I ran, but never escaped them for good. I would continue to fight and fight, hoping to find a great challenge one day, hoping to find someone who could be worth the fight, worth the effort.

“On multiple occasions I wondered why police were really after me. Then it dawned on me. What I had done in one fight.

“I killed my opponent. In that street fight, I killed another Matoran. He wasn’t moving when I was done with him, but I never thought about it then that I had killed him. It just seemed too impossible for me to have killed someone. I just…never thought I could do it. I didn’t care that I did it, either. I wondered why the police did. Like me, he was just a punk, someone who was up to no good on a constant basis, almost.

“I met a man. A Toa. He had come to the island for some reason. I don’t remember why. There were other Toa around, but none that cared enough to get involved in these lesser manners that police dealt with. The defense forces, or as I keep calling them, police, were supposed to be able to handle things like this. Like thugs, like street fights. Like a murder or two…or four.

“I killed four people during my time as a street fighter. All of them were accidents. While I looked for the challenge of others, I never once wanted to have to kill. I always just wanted to show them I was better. To get better by defeating them. To attempt to defeat anyone who had defeated me by picking up more skills by fighting others. I hoped that I could eventually be the best on the island, and then leave before the police got me, since it would only be a matter of time with that much renown.

“Then I met that Toa that I mentioned. He walked into the fight one day, and watched. He didn’t do anything. My opponent and I never noticed him. Others did, but they were too caught up in the fight to realize that he was a Toa, an enforcer of justice.

“When I won, people started to flee as they realized it was a Toa. I turned my back on the downed man I just defeated, and then realized a Toa was there. I was about to do whatever came to mind first, fight or flight. I wasn’t sure which it would be, but hoped it would be right.

“It turns out that after all that time, it was fight. I tried to fight the Toa, I attacked him, but he stopped me. He stopped me and then told me the error of my ways. He told me that I couldn’t be doing these things. He told me to reform my life, to become a proper man, one that people would look up to for the proper reasons, not through fear by fighting.

“All the things he told me never sank in. I was about to go, to ignore him, when he saved my life. The man I had just defeated had a knife on him. He was going to kill me for winning. The Toa saved my life. That’s when I began listening to him.

“I turned my life around, left the island to start a new life for myself with new people, and lived properly, as he told me to do. In time, I was given a Toa Stone. I became a Toa, and a lone protector from time to time. Then I left to find a new place, a permanent place. I never told my two allies about my sins, as we traveled, or even up to today. I never told the two Toa I met here who became my superiors. I just kept it all to myself.

“You’re the first person I have ever told since I turned my life around. Does that satisfy you, Ucen?”

“I’m satisfied.” Ucen said, pulling his blade away from the boulder, freeing Tala to move again. He rested his weapon on his shoulder and looked to the sky, a blank expression underneath his Kanohi, as far as Tala could tell by looking at his eyes.

“What now?” Tala questioned.

Ucen looked back to Tala, “We end this.” He said. He swung his sword down, smashing the boulder to pieces as Tala rolled aside. Tala brought his sword up, and rushed at Ucen. He leapt forward, tackling him. The two rolled, unable to use their longer swords against each other.

“I bet you wish you could use your power!” Ucen shouted.

“If I could fairly, you’d be burnt to a crisp right now.” Tala confirmed, “But I won’t. I won’t do that. I’ll fight like you do.”

“That pleases me.” Ucen hissed.

“I do have a way, though.” Tala said, pulling the hooked end off of the hilt of his sword. He had popped it off with his right hand, while holding the hilt as well. He threw the blade aside, holding the upside down hook designed dagger in his right hand.

“You…” Ucen hissed, trying to get at Tala with his sword, but was unable to.

“Should probably invest in a dagger of some sort. Perfect for close quarters like this.” Tala hissed, driving the hook underneath Ucen’s heartlight.

Ucen cried out, elbowing Tala in the face. Tala rolled off of him, still clutching his dagger tight in hand.

Ucen rose, holding his sword up in his right hand. He added his left hand, switching to the strongest way of fighting he had.

“I don’t like using two hands.” Ucen said, “It ends fights too quickly for my taste.”

Tala stayed in his partial crouch, holding his hook dagger down in his right hand, resting his left hand over the top of his closed hand. He waited for Ucen to move first. His entire plan was to parry with the dagger, and use his left hand to hopefully take Ucen down by either using a choke or a punch.

Ucen leapt at him, swinging down with more speed than Tala had anticipated. He knew he couldn’t stop this attack in time, not without his power or his shield.

He couldn’t bring himself to use either, even to save his own life. His conviction was to fight without them. He had always had problems controlling his conviction. Now was not the time for it to be too strong.

His conviction was going to kill him.

Ucen stopped in the air as he came crashing down. He just stopped.

Seles and Thete emerged from behind some trees, walking into the battlefield, having just arrived from the city. Tala looked back, panting with effort from his battle, from what his story had done to himself.

He smiled with joy as he saw them. He ran for his sword, and rolled as he slammed the hilt back into place. He used the roll to simultaneously get away, knowing what was coming next.

“You had a lot of momentum.” Seles said, holding his hand out at Ucen, “A lot for me to just stop and absorb. Now you’re stuck. No kinetic energy, just potential energy. Transferring all of your momentum like that, while killing any kinetic, froze you in place, for now.”

“What are you going to do? Execute me?” Ucen demanded.

Before Tala could tell Seles what he wanted done with the "Blood Swordsman", Seles released his restraint on his powers, letting them loose.

Ucen screamed as his armor started to explode. Just as Seles always did when fighting an opponent, and releasing their explosive potential energy, he targeted the armor, believing they could later be useful, and besides that, not wanting to kill a target

This time, he missed his mark somehow. Ucen’s screams were that of his entire body being blown apart, it sounded like. Those screams reflected death.

''-“We all have a second side to us. It’s what makes us who we are—complex. Next time: “Mirror”. Tala, what do you have as your other side?”''

17: Mirror
Nobody wanted to see another corpse that had been caused by Seles's power. They had all seen one once, from where Seles had accidently released the potential energy of the body, not the armor, when the other two Toa were still alive. All five had never wanted to see another corpse like that again, the pure mutilation of the scene would even cause the most seasoned Toa to be disgusted and turn off killing forever.

That time was also Seles’s first kill. Ucen was only the second time he had attacked the body with his explosion. It was probably his fourth overall kill, but he wasn’t really counting. They had ignored the corpse and moved on; knowing a scream like Ucen’s would mean death.

Now the Toa rested. Tala rested after having to fight Ucen, after having to succumb to his inner hate and rage. After having to retell his story to the "Blood Swordsman". He hated what he had once been, and even speaking of it had drained him emotionally to such a degree that he was weak physically on top of that.

Seles hated having to kill Ucen, but he knew he had to. He rested because of what he had been forced to do.

Thete watched the two of them. He was empathetic to their situations. He had no other reason to be around, or awake, so he too decided to rest, to succumb to sleep for the night.

Matoran laughed and talked as they walked through the streets of Angelus Nui. One of them stopped to talk to another Matoran. After a few moments, the Matoran walked away, ending with “It was great to see you!” He really meant it. There was no reason not to.

As he turned to speak with his companion, something changed.

The street was getting empty for the time of night that it was. Standing behind him and the Matoran he walked with, there was a tall figure in a robe, holding a mirror out in both hands. The hands of the figure were light blue. That was the only thing that could be seen of this figure, other than the mirror, of course.

The large, rounded mirror was about as wide as the figure’s chest, and consisted of that diameter all the way around. It had a golden ring around it, encrusted with jewels that made it look like a precious treasure of great value.

It wasn’t in the conventional sense.

As the figure aimed the mirror at the Matoran who had left his friend, something happened on the surface of the mirror.

The Le-Matoran's green armor became black in color. As the mirror was still aimed at the Matoran, the black image of the Matoran—a perfect copy in every physical way, except for color—started to claw at the glass, as if it were trapped within the mirror’s confinement.

The Le-Matoran spoke to his companion, “I hate him!” He shouted, “That guy…he’s so condescending! So strict! So… Ah! I just hate him!”

His Ta-Matoran companion turned to him, “Is something wrong?” He called.

The Le-Matoran looked to him, giving him a vile grin, “No, nothing’s wrong.” He said, “I feel so much better! I feel…”

He stopped. His eyes started to lose their crazed look, and went back to normal. He looked at the Ta-Matoran, “Was I saying something?”

“What? You don’t remember?” The crimson armored Matoran questioned, “You just were saying that you hate that Matoran you just talked to. You started to tell me what you hated about him.”

“Hate him?” The Le-Matoran questioned, “How could I hate him…? Are you making things up?”

“No!” The Ta-Matoran shouted, “I’m serious! You were so…different. Almost like an exact opposite…”

The robed figure looked at the mirror. The black image of the Le-Matoran was gone. The figure knew that the mirror couldn’t get enough out of the Matoran to produce a proper vezon. Their inner, reverse side that the mirror saw was too weak, as were the Matoran.

The Le-Matoran collapsed, never to rise again. Such was the price of being a target of the mirror. Either their inner side would arrive as a vezon, or, they would die if they didn’t have the strength.

The Ta-Matoran started to scream for help, but his cries fell on deaf ears. In an attempt to at least try, the figure turned the mirror on the Ta-Matoran as he cried for help. A black version of the Matoran appeared on the mirror’s surface, attempting to break free, symbolically trying to break out of the Ta-Matoran, causing him to act the reverse of what he was. He was now shouting not for help, but at the world, at people who weren’t around, revealing his hate, his anger, everything that was wrong with him and those around him at the world.

He too fell to the ground, dead. The mirror was too much for his weak body.

The figure disappeared into the alley, searching out more potential vezon sources.

Thete and Seles crouched by the corpses of the Matoran of Fire and Air. There was nothing wrong with them that anyone could tell, so these two were brought in to check on them.

Thete shook his head, “Their systems weren’t damaged, or anything that would lead to death.” He informed the Matoran who had brought him to the grisly sight.

Seles shrugged, “I’m not really the type of guy who could tell you much with my element, but I don’t feel anything wrong. Nothing in my department could have caused these deaths. Sorry to disappoint.”

The two Toa walked away from the corpses. They would soon be taken care of. That wasn’t important to the Toa, to oversee such a job being done. They had another mission.

To find a killer.

“What do you think it was?” Thete asked.

“A poison.” Seles suggested.

“I think one of us would have felt it.” Thete said, “If it had damaged any of their systems, I could have found that. You could have probably felt something off, like some heat or something of the poison still inside of them.”

“You’re right on your part, not mine.” Seles said, “I don’t think I could have told you anything if it was a poison.”

“So, what else other than poison?” Thete questioned, “Any ideas?”

“Not really.” Seles said, “No wounds leaves it pretty limited. Unless…”

“What?” Thete asked.

“You know, their souls were just sucked out, or something.” Seles suggested.

“Do you mean they were just…snuffed out?” Thete asked.

“Why? Do you know of a way that it would be possible?” Seles questioned.

“There are various ways. Ways that leave no wounds…no.” Thete told him, “And we wouldn’t have missed any wounds. We were thorough enough.”

Seles nodded in agreement, “Yeah. Then do you think they were just snuffed out?” He questioned.

Thete shrugged, “Potentially.”

“You should have tried to raise their bodies with your Tryna.” Seles said, “See if something was off.”

“I should have.” Thete agreed, “But at this point we won’t have access to the bodies for something like that. Wouldn’t have from the start, not with friends there to stop us.” He told Seles.

Seles nodded in agreement, “I’m sure you’re right.”

Thete stopped. Seles turned to him, “Something the matter?”

Thete ran down the alley. Seles ran after him, going through twists and turns until they were at the street that ran adjacent to them. They stopped as they saw a group of Matoran standing together, apparently in fear, and a robed figure holding a mirror not too far away, reflecting the group image in said mirror. The figure occasionally moved the mirror around to capture specific Matoran’s images.

“What is that?” Seles questioned.

Thete held his hand out, feeling out with his powers. “No tech.” He informed Seles. He looked to the Matoran, “Something feels…off inside of them.” He said.

“Could that be the murder weapon?” Seles questioned.

“Whatever it is, it looks like it.” Thete said. He drew his firearm from his side and raised it at the robed figure.

“Stop! Whoever you are!” Thete ordered, “By order of the Toa Angelus! Surrender yourself!”

“Do you think I would stop now?” The figure questioned in a chilling feminine voice.

“Who are you?” Seles shouted, throwing his hand forward, “I’ll blow you apart if you don’t answer!”

“I’m sure you will, Toa of Energy.” The woman said. She held her mirror out yet, but removed her left hand. Her light blue hand reached up, unclasping the button on the cloak, casting it to the ground.

The two Toa saw her body. She wore sleek light blue and white armor across her body, creating an icy appearance about her. She wore a black mask over her face, but it didn’t look like a conventional mask. It looked more like she was just trying to hide her face for whatever reason. Only her eyes were visible through the darkness.

“Who are you?” Thete demanded, aiming now at the mirror, “Answer or I’ll destroy that mirror of yours!”

“Will you now?” She asked, “My name is Lyala of the Mirror.” She told them. She looked at the group of Matoran, “It looks like I’m done here. My vezon will finally come out with this many bodies to draw power from.”

“What are you talking about?” Seles demanded.

“See for yourself.” The mysterious Lyala said, lowering the mirror. The group of Matoran seemed to be split in half. The normal bodies collapsed, and black versions of them appeared. Mirror opposites of the Matoran.

She held the mirror at them. The mirror started to shine in their direction, forming the dark shapes into one massive compilation.

It looked like a lizard with multiple arms lining the center of the body. It was massive, made up of the group, but also, of something else to give it the mass it had. It had the faces of Matoran coming out of the body and the neck, screaming for help, while some shouted complaints and agitations. Some were the normal Matoran, some were their vezon counterparts.

The head was like that of a lizard, with large snapping teeth. It lashed its tail out and stalked towards the Toa, spinning to use its tail.

“Thete?” Seles shouted.

Thete threw his arm out. In his shock, he shouted, “No mechanical parts! It’s organic!”

Lyala laughed as the tail smashed into the two Toa, sending them flying. They both crumpled to the ground, unable to get back up after such a powerful blow.

Lyala walked towards the Toa, ignoring her chimera behind her. She stood before the two of them, holding onto her mirror in her right hand.

“Do you know why I wear this black mask?” She asked.

“To hide your ugly face?” Seles questioned.

She kicked him in the throat, applying pressure on it, “No.” She said, not amused by his guess, “I wear it to reflect who I am. That I am the bearer of the Mirror of Souls. It reflects what is in all of us. It reflects our true selves. I wear the black mask to hide myself to show that I am not perfect, nor do I wish to be. I also have another side inside of me. The black mask is signifying that I am afraid to look inside, but also, curious. Yet, I won’t.”

“Sounds like an excuse to cover weakness.” Thete hissed.

She kicked him next, shaking her head at them, “Shall my pet deal with you two again?” She asked.

Seles tried to reach out, but as soon as he started to use his powers, she kicked him, breaking his concentration. “I won’t let you attack me.” She hissed.

The chimera behind her screamed in pain. It hit the ground, landing on its side. She span around and saw that a vehicle had crashed into it at high speed, slicing its side open and throwing it to the ground. She watched as the rider, a Toa of Fire, approached her, sword in hand.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I won’t permit it to happen.” Tala told her. He raised his sword, “Who are you?”

“Lyala of the Mirror.” She said, turning around to face him, lifting her mirror, “Do you wish to see what you have within you?”

“No.” Tala said, drawing his left hand up to his right shoulder. He threw his arm to his side, unleashing fire darts.

Lyala didn’t see it coming. She ducked the attacks, which sailed over her head. As she came back up, Tala was upon her, slashing down.

She rolled to the side, easily evading him, and keeping the mirror safe at the same time. She rose and span around, kicking him in the back, sending him stumbling forward.

He span around, throwing a fireball at her. She rolled again, easily evading his attack. She ended up right before him, kicking up, striking him in the throat.

As Tala hit the ground, his vision started to blur. The attack was painful enough to make him start to lose consciousness. He fought to stay awake, but just couldn’t. Not for very long, anyway.

Lyala laughed, “Well, let’s see what you three have inside of you.” She said, aiming the mirror at Seles.

A black version of Seles appeared on the reflection. Seles began to speak, “I’m so happy that I killed Ucen! The thrill of murder…it’s so…amazing!” He laughed and laughed, “I need to kill again!” He looked to Lyala, “You’ll do.”

Lyala aimed the mirror at Thete. He started to laugh sadistically, and looked to Seles, “Want to partner up? We’ll kill her together, and then we’ll go out on our own, as a team, and become mercenaries, just like I used to be! Think of the money, the fear…we’ll be amazing together!”

Seles looked to him, giving him a vicious smile, “I work alone.” He said, punching Thete in the face, taking him down. Thete shot back up, grabbing him, forcing him to the ground.

Lyala watched the two of them fighting. She shook her head, and then turned to Tala.

“Let’s find out about you before you go under.” She said, raising the Mirror of Souls. As Tala’s black image appeared, his vision started to blur.

“Oh, I won’t get to see what you act like.” She complained. She looked back to the other two fighting, no longer caring about Tala, since he wouldn’t entertain her.

As his vision started to blur, right before it was lost, he looked at the mirror. He didn’t know what people had seen in it before, but he saw himself clawing at the mirror, trying to escape. He thought. His vision was so blurred that he couldn’t really tell.

He saw something green, and then passed out.

Lyala ignored him and walked back towards the two fighting Toa. She looked to the downed chimera, hoping it would soon rise again and help her. That was what she was after, after all, a functional vezon. Even if it was a monster, it would still work due to the Matoran heads and minds still trapped inside of it, speaking through the heads on the sides of the body.

“I work alone!” Seles shouted, throwing his fist into Thete’s body, throwing him off. Thete stumbled back, and aimed down.

“I don’t! We should join up!” He shouted, opening fire.

Seles released his power, catching the energy blasts with his powers of Energy. He redirected them, aiming at Thete.

“I told you, I work alone!” He shouted, releasing the blasts back at their owner.

Thete dodged to the side. Before Seles could make them follow him, one of them crashed into Lyala and her Mirror of Souls. She cried out as the powerful artifact shattered before her. When she looked up, the Toa were back to normal, Thete’s gun aimed at her, and Seles’s fist aimed at her.

“I think you’ve just lost, Lyala.” Thete said, “Now, the next choice is yours for what becomes of you.” He put his finger on the trigger, “Choose wisely.” He threatened.

''-“We were given unity by the Great Spirit. A moral to keep for eternity as long as he lives. What? Your unity is unstable, Tala? Ever since… Next time: “Team”. Will you become a true team again, or will you be cut down?”''

18: Team
“What happened?” Tala asked groggily.

“You should have killed her!” Seles shouted at Thete, ignoring the awakening Toa of Fire. He hadn’t even noticed that Tala had awoken.

Thete had a large gash across his chest. He was clutching it in his right hand, his left hand held a piece of his firearm, the end piece. At his hip hang the rest of it. It had somehow been damaged and broken.

“Toa aren’t killers.” Thete hissed.

“You’ve killed for money.” Seles told him, “What’s the difference?” He shouted.

Thete averted his eyes. Tala didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that it was a sore spot for Thete. But why wasn’t he realizing what Seles was saying? Why couldn’t he focus? Had he taken that bad of a head injury in the fight with Lyala? Could he not understand a word that his partners were saying anymore?

He hit the side of his own head. His audio receptors weren’t properly working. They started to focus a bit more, but couldn’t start working perfectly, not yet, anyway.

“There’s a large difference.” Thete hissed, “These men needed to die!”

“And Lyala didn’t?” Seles hissed in rebuttal.

“We don’t know anything about Lyala.” Thete told him, “All we know is that she attempted to do something this one time. She might have done more, she might not have. We don’t know. We need to know what pushed her to this edge before we go about executing her!”

“Remember, it ended with you threatening her.” Seles reminded, “You were ready to kill her.”

“Only if she tried something stupid.” Thete replied, “She didn’t.”

“She attacked you.” Seles reminded, “I think that was grounds for killing her.”

“She called my bluff, ok?” Thete said.

“If it was a bluff, you should have thought of something better.” Seles told him, “What happened to you from the past? I’m sure you would have just killed her if she was a mark. Why not do it now?” Seles demanded, “What’s different about this woman? Why wouldn’t you kill her? Do you know something I don’t?”

“No.” Thete hissed, “But you’re really pressing this issue. I thought you and Tala admitted to never killing when we first joined this team.”

“I haven’t killed.” Seles hissed, “Not on purpose, anyway.”

“Then why do you want her dead so badly?”

“Because she needed to die!”

“No, you just want her to die.” Thete told him, “Now, what is your deal with this woman? Did you know her? Is there something personal involved?”

“No!” Seles snapped, “I just believe she should have died!”

“She didn’t.” Thete said, “We can’t go around executing people.” He looked hard into the Toa of Energy's eyes, “Don’t decide death unless you’re ready to do the killing yourself.”

“I’m ready.” Seles hissed, “And I would have killed her. I’ve killed those other two before…”

“You lost control of your power.” Thete reminded, “It doesn’t entirely count, you know.”

Tala’s audio receptors finally started to work properly. He raced towards them, grabbing their shoulders, “What happened?”

“Lyala got away since Thete refused to kill her.” Seles simply said.

“She didn’t deserve to die. I’m not a killer.” Thete asserted.

Tala nodded, “Right, right. You’re right, you know.” His head was spinning. He felt sick to his stomach. He wasn’t even sure how he was still standing.

Tala looked on ahead. He saw a building, and then, after he blinked and opened his eyes again, it was gone.

“I must be seeing things.” He muttered.

“What was that?” Thete asked.

“I just saw a building, the next instant, it was gone.” He blinked a few more times, “I guess it wasn’t there to begin with.”

Thete looked ahead. He looked back, “There was a building there. You’re right…it’s gone…”

Seles looked to the open spot in the skyline, “Yeah…I just saw it when we chased down Lyala.” He told them, “I recognize it…what could have happened?”

“Something bad.” Tala said, rushing off ahead.

“Tala!” Thete shouted, chasing after him.

Seles looked around. He heard a buzzing sound somewhere. He ignored it, and ran after the other two Toa. Then, the buzzing got louder and louder. He stopped and looked around, noticing a small black cloud floating behind him. Each one was an insect, waiting to sting.

He backed away, keeping his eyes on the swarm of insects. He span around, and saw another swarm behind him. He was trapped on two sides by clouds of insects.

“Guys!” Seles shouted, but nobody was there to hear him.

He looked at the insects, and then looked down one of his side paths. He saw a man approaching him, clad in white and orange armor. He had a lanky build to him, wore primarily white armor, but the splashes of orange were enough to make it a primary color on his body. He carried a large, flat sword in his right hand.

“Who are you?” Seles hissed, drawing his fists up to his chest.

“I am your foe.” The Toa of Insects simply said. He pointed his sword at the Toa of Energy, “Now, come on!”

“I have a team waiting.” Seles said, “Something happens to me, they’ll find you!”

“You think a team can stop me?” The Toa mused, “Of course, but I’m smart.”

“What? You think you have a plan of some sort?” Seles questioned, “I’d like to see you try! Better Toa have tried, but they’ve all lost.”

“I’m smarter.” The Toa said, “Because I also have a team.”

“You have a team?” Seles questioned, “What? How can a Corps Stone user possibly collect a team? They shouldn’t be stable enough to find a team! The Stones should drive such anger into the users that they wouldn’t be able to react to such a proposal. How did you get a team? Or are you bluffing?”

“I’m not bluffing.” He said. He motioned off towards where the others had gone, “That building? My Toa of Disintegration partner.” He told Seles, “I also have a Toa of Elasticity. Our unity will crush you three!”

“Unity?” Seles hissed.

“What? Have a problem with your unity?” The Toa questioned, “I like psychology. By questioning about unity in such a way, it sounds like something is off.”

Seles kept his silence.

“You just proved my point.” The Toa answered, shaking his head. He lifted his sword, “Ok, here I come!” He shouted, racing into the swarm of insects for the Toa of Energy.

Thete and Tala looked around. They could see a few Matoran on the ground, lying in a daze as a result of their falls as the building they were in went down.

“Check on them.” Tala said, motioning at the bodies, “Check their systems. Let me know if all of them are unconscious.”

“Understood.” Thete said, rushing over towards the bodies as Tala looked around. He looked at the nearby buildings, but none of them had any damage or marks on them. It looked like it had been done from the streets, on that building specifically.

Tala walked around the corner, leaving Thete with the unconscious Matoran. As he spread his hand over each Matoran in turn, checking their systems, he came across a Matoran in primarily gray armor, with some black, blue and silver across his body.

Thete put his body over the Matoran, and then picked the Matoran up, pushing him so he sat against a nearby wall. He looked at the Matoran, who wasn’t moving, despite being conscious.

“Wake up!” Thete hissed, shaking him. Then it hit him.

“Wait…”

The Matoran opened his eyes and pulled a Corps Stone from his small pouch. He pushed it into his chest before Thete could react. He was thrown back from a slice of the scythe by his Toa of Disintegration opponent.

“The trick worked.” He said, shaking his head, “You Toa are fools!”

Thete reached for his firearm on instinct, but forgot it was damaged. He could try to repair it in the field with his powers, but decided against it.

He threw his hand out, targeting his opponent’s internal systems, trying to force them to shut down. It would take him too long to get it to work, and on such a dangerous element, he had no time to attack.

The Toa ran forward, slashing down. Thete dodged back, evading the downward swing of the curved blade of the scythe. He lunged forward, punching the Toa in the face, making him stumble back.

Thete shook his fist after the punch. He lunged forward again, uppercutting his opponent, making him stumble back again.

The Toa shook his head. He threw his scythe aside and threw his arms out. He threw his head up, which was clad in a Volitak, and started to shout with anger. As energy erupted around him, Thete knew he was in over his head, considering he had no weapon.

When the light faded, the second form of his opponent was revealed. He had clawed feet, blades coming off of his legs, going up, blades coming off his upper legs, peeling back, and blades coming out of his back, spreading out and up. He had a claw based blade on his chest, going down. He had similar claws on his back, behind his head on his shoulders. He had large claws on his arms, and held a curved weapon in each hand.

He stalked towards Thete, laughing, shaking his head at how pathetic Thete seemed. He threw his right arm forward.

“Die.” He hissed, unleashing a blast of disintegration energy.

Tala was silent. There was a long orange arm wrapped around his chest, and his foe was behind him somewhere.

“Elasticity, right?” Tala questioned.

The Toa, in orange, gray and lime green armor, had long, lanky arms, double jointed without even having to use his powers. He had a lime green Kanohi Faxon, and carried no weaponry.

“Of course.” He said, constricting his grip on Tala, starting to crush him, “Now, it’s time for you to die!”

“You couldn’t have brought that building down alone.” Tala said simply.

“I have a team.” He told Tala.

“A team? Of Corps Stone users?” Tala asked in shock.

“Of course. Who else?” The Toa questioned.

Tala shook his head, “I thought that you would have the least unity out of any team I would ever meet.” He admitted to the Toa, “But after today, after the argument my team was having, I guess it’s nice to see that at least people like you can get along long enough to form a successful team dynamic.” He looked back the way he came, “I assume that Thete and Seles are both stuck in a situation, so you’ve really done well for yourselves, trapping three Toa like this.”

The Toa chuckled, “Well, at least you admire us. That’s a surprise.”

“I admire you for your unity, but that’s all.” Tala said. He started to raise his body temperature with his powers, until his armor began to glow a blazing, flickering crimson color. The Toa cried out, withdrawing his arm to stop from being burned.

Tala turned towards him, throwing his fist forward. A fist of flames appeared in the air, smashing into the Toa of Elasticity, throwing him to the ground.

“You’re done.” Tala said, walking towards him.

“No!” He screamed. His body erupted into light, and when it faded, he appeared in his Niveau Deux form.

He had lime green legs with orange feet, and snake-like protrusions on his legs, going upwards. He had gray arms with claws instead of hands, and claws on the insides of his arms, making him dangerous if he would constrict again. He had blades behind his shoulders, and behind his head, but carried no actual weapons.

Tala shook his head, “Again, it’s over for you.” He said.

Seles rolled away from the slash from the Toa of Insects. As the Toa jumped at him, Seles threw his hand forward, shifting momentum away from his opponent, and throwing it into his own left fist as he threw it forward. The extra force smashed into the Toa, throwing him to the ground.

The Toa shouted and cursed in pain. He came to his feet, “I didn’t want to do this…” He hissed, throwing his arms to his sides. His body erupted into light as he transformed into his second form.

He became a beast. He had an orange and white body, but now his legs and arms were legs, as if he were a beast of some sort, ending in claws. He had a long, white tail ending in a blade, and now even had wings coming from his back.

He fluttered above Seles, watching him for a moment. He swooped down, slashing with all four arms. Seles continued to dodge back, and span around as a slash just missed his face.

Seles threw his fist into the Toa’s face, making it fly back as a result. It hissed and flew forward, whipping around and throwing its tail in for Seles.

Seles ducked and rolled forward, getting away. As the insect creature flew at him, he span around, throwing a kick into the side of his face, throwing him to the ground, crushing his left wing under him.

He screeched, preparing to unleash the third form. The form that had changed everything in the past.

“No!” Seles screamed, throwing his hand forward. He targeted the ground beneath the thrashing Toa, making it explode. The shards of cement shot up, smashing his body, taking him down.

As he stopped thrashing, he became a Matoran again, and stayed on the ground.

Thete rolled away from the swing of the bladed forearm of his foe. He rolled forward, throwing both feet into his opponent’s chest, knocking him back.

Thete unclipped his firearm remains, and threw the piece forward, landing it on his opponent’s chest. He threw his hand out, unleashing his power on the weapon.

It blew up, smashing into the Toa with its power. As he stumbled back and collapsed, Thete ran forward, putting both hands on his opponent’s chest, forcefully shutting his systems down, bringing the Matoran to the ground, and the Stone rolled out, under Thete’s foot, where it was smashed.

Tala rolled away from a long arm, dodging the claw. He shouted and ran forward, rolling under another such attack. He came up, spinning, and kicked his opponent in the throat, knocking him back.

Tala drew his arms back, and lunged forward, grabbing his shoulders. He drove his foe to the ground, unleashing blades of fire into his opponent, searing his nerves. As the Toa screamed, Tala slammed his head into his, silencing him.

Tala stepped off of the Matoran and looked to the sky.

“These men found unity…” He muttered, looking at the unconscious Matoran. He reached down, snatching the Corps Stone, crushing it in his grip, “Can we restore ours?”

''-“There are those who can even manipulate a powerful Toa. You try to challenge them, but in the end, as long as they make you angry, they win. As long as you can’t control emotion, they win. Next time: “Anger”. They would beat me too…”''

Characters

 * Gaila
 * Thete
 * Seles
 * Tala
 * Lewin
 * &quot;Beauty&quot; (Not Mentioned By Name)
 * Rekona
 * Eiran
 * Oba
 * Otoka
 * Jeun
 * Ishiza
 * Ucen
 * Marcko
 * Gyoku
 * Lyala

Trivia

 * Like the previous Epic Series by Koji, this epic focuses on powered Matoran, this time reflecting their evil choices.
 * The comments at the end of each chapter, previewing the next, are narrated by Turaga Rekona.