SEQUEL TO BL11
Nov 3, 2008 19:04:45 GMT -5
Post by ◄Toa Nuva Tom► on Nov 3, 2008 19:04:45 GMT -5
HOW THE M.U. ENDS
Written by Thomas Nuvar
“Have a happy eternity of serving my will, Matoran,” laughed the evil Master of Shadows.
“No,” said Tahu Nuva, defeated. “It cannot end like this.”
“What's the problem, Tahu?” taunted Makuta, “Has that raging fire suddenly died down? Do you really have no hope for the future? Oh, tell me it isn't so; there is too much to lose!”
“Mata Nui shall shall somehow return,” said Takanuva, “This I swear!”
“Oh, really, Toa of Light.” The Matoran were panicking, fleeing in fear before their new ruler. Only it was that they had nowhere to run. “I am the earth, the sky, the trees. Before I was nothing, but now I am everything!” This was true. And with both Mata Nui and the Mask of Life gone, there was nothing to be done. Matoran, Toa, Turaga, everyone, had no choice but to obey. They worked and toiled day and night, building statues and temples to appease “Makuta Nui”. But some had had enough.
“That's it!” shouted an enraged Toa Mahri Jaller, “I hereby declare war on that accursed excuse for a Great Spirit!” But Jaller could barely finish his sentence, for as he spoke he was shocked by a strange bolt of red lightning. When he came to, Jaller felt strangeley weak. looked in the now purple-black sea of Protodermis, only to find that he was once again... a Matoran.
“Now now,” said an evil voice from above, “Matoran shouldn't be ill-speaking about their kind, omnipotent, peace-loving rulers, right?”
Hydraxon felt the tremor in the earth. Had the Toa succeeded? Had the six Toa Mata he trained on Daxia so long ago acually awaken Mata Nui? His underwater realm was strangely crumbling to literal dust. He felt something inside of him. A transformation? No, his physical form was not changing at all. But he did feel something. The feeling was gone, and everything went back to be another day in the ever-failing Pit. But a sudden jolt underneath his feet... the Pit was sinking, falling into the Great Heart of the universe! Hydraxon saw his only hope of safety: the Codrex. Water filled up the abandoned, stalactite-ridden land. Quickly Hydraxon passed through the walls of the structure and made his way inside, where assured safety lay. But there was a surprise waiting for him. A strange being, wandering among the inside of the Codrex, beckoned for him to come closer. He spoke, and the voice that came out was more ancient than Tren Krom himself.
“Welcome to my refuge, stranger. I would never have expected to see another living being, especially in this wretched place. My name... is Turaga Jovan.”
In an attempt to defeat Makuta Teridax, Jaller had found himself turned once again into a Matoran. But not a Ta-Matoran, for he was white. Not the ice-blue white of a Ko-Matoran, no. A dead, lifeless white as if all the color in his world had gone away. Strangely, the same happened to any being who Jaller convinced to join him in his open war against the all-powerful Makuta. A dead-white Matoran--
a brand, so all could see and loathe these traitors who dared bring a curse upon their village by opposing the merciful will of the great Makuta Nui.
“I just don't see a point, Jaller,” said Hewkii. “Mata Nui is gone. The Mask is gone. There's nothing left to fight for.” That wasn't true, Jaller reasoned, after all the Matoran, Toa, and Turaga were still alive-- wern't they at least worth fighting for? Yes. Every shadow had a corresponding light. And with Mata Nui gone, Jaller would be a willing and able leader to command an all out attack on Makuta. Makuta was the earth, the sky, everything. So the only way to destroy Makuta would be the thing that he or any other Toa would hate to do-- destroy the universe. He had the power. Somehow, he felt it. Like a raging storm inside of him waiting to be unleashed. Though none of the other Toa Mahri would admit it, they, too, had the same feeling of strength building. And if they were once again in the depths of the no longer existent Pit, they would learn that Hydraxon and the reborn Turaga Jovan had that feeling also. The Light Plague was now active among the universe...
They were fools. The Order of Mata Nui, the Brotherhood of Makuta, all of them fools. Vezon wondered why he would even contemplate working with any of them. After all, he reasoned, their plans were too complicated, and usually ended with him dying. He would kill them all, that's what he'd do. Yes, it all seemed reasonable, except for two minor details. For one, he didn't know where he'd gather the forces to help him invade Daxia and Destral and all those other secret islands. And two, he still had no idea that Mata Nui had awakened or that Teridax was now ruler of the entire universe. But what he did know was that suddenly, he just sensed a hint of duty and nobility in him. He didn't know where it came from and he didn't care. He liked the feeling, though, and decided to call it the “Light Plague”. So now Vezon had a plan all his own. He would go back to Voya Nui, get Kardas, and together they would fly to Metru Nui, where they would “persuade” the local Turaga to let him use the island as a base and the entire population as his loyal and willing army. With that in mind he jumped into his makeshift boat and picked up his spear to use as an oar. But then something caught his eye that he could use to travel the great distance he needed and he could forget about his stupid little boat. Yes, it was stupid, wasn't it? This would surely erase all his worries. It would indeed...
“Turaga Jovan? Here?” asked the confused Hydraxon.
“Yes, I am truly here,” responded the frail Turaga, “but I am not sure how. I understand that there was a Sardus Nui, and half the continent broke off and fell to the depths of the ocean. But only hours ago that I appeared in a swirling mist of light, inside this very structure.” Hydraxon thought about this for a moment. Sardus Nui was an almost ancient term meaning “Great Quake”. Yes, he remembered all too well the time that the massive disruption shattered the prison he was left to guard, freeing every last criminal being to roam the depths. But something was not clear on that day. The quake caused an underwater avalanche, which buried him under the rubble for about half a second and then—what? He was floating in the water, only metres away from the sunken Matoran village. Hydraxon finished his reminiscing, but he saw something else. The vision of that one Po-Matoran, urging to get to the village. The mask he held in his hand-- it transformed him, it-- finally, Hydraxon, Dekar, made sense of what he had just seen, and was filled with awe and fear. Jovan looked into the eyes of the titan. He did not see the mind of a battle-hardened warrior who had to live strictly according to his duty, no. In the eyes of Hydraxon, Jovan saw the heart of a scared, innocent Matoran needing-begging for- protection.
“I understand all too well the toll the Mask requires from it's bearer."
Written by Thomas Nuvar
“Have a happy eternity of serving my will, Matoran,” laughed the evil Master of Shadows.
“No,” said Tahu Nuva, defeated. “It cannot end like this.”
“What's the problem, Tahu?” taunted Makuta, “Has that raging fire suddenly died down? Do you really have no hope for the future? Oh, tell me it isn't so; there is too much to lose!”
“Mata Nui shall shall somehow return,” said Takanuva, “This I swear!”
“Oh, really, Toa of Light.” The Matoran were panicking, fleeing in fear before their new ruler. Only it was that they had nowhere to run. “I am the earth, the sky, the trees. Before I was nothing, but now I am everything!” This was true. And with both Mata Nui and the Mask of Life gone, there was nothing to be done. Matoran, Toa, Turaga, everyone, had no choice but to obey. They worked and toiled day and night, building statues and temples to appease “Makuta Nui”. But some had had enough.
“That's it!” shouted an enraged Toa Mahri Jaller, “I hereby declare war on that accursed excuse for a Great Spirit!” But Jaller could barely finish his sentence, for as he spoke he was shocked by a strange bolt of red lightning. When he came to, Jaller felt strangeley weak. looked in the now purple-black sea of Protodermis, only to find that he was once again... a Matoran.
“Now now,” said an evil voice from above, “Matoran shouldn't be ill-speaking about their kind, omnipotent, peace-loving rulers, right?”
Hydraxon felt the tremor in the earth. Had the Toa succeeded? Had the six Toa Mata he trained on Daxia so long ago acually awaken Mata Nui? His underwater realm was strangely crumbling to literal dust. He felt something inside of him. A transformation? No, his physical form was not changing at all. But he did feel something. The feeling was gone, and everything went back to be another day in the ever-failing Pit. But a sudden jolt underneath his feet... the Pit was sinking, falling into the Great Heart of the universe! Hydraxon saw his only hope of safety: the Codrex. Water filled up the abandoned, stalactite-ridden land. Quickly Hydraxon passed through the walls of the structure and made his way inside, where assured safety lay. But there was a surprise waiting for him. A strange being, wandering among the inside of the Codrex, beckoned for him to come closer. He spoke, and the voice that came out was more ancient than Tren Krom himself.
“Welcome to my refuge, stranger. I would never have expected to see another living being, especially in this wretched place. My name... is Turaga Jovan.”
In an attempt to defeat Makuta Teridax, Jaller had found himself turned once again into a Matoran. But not a Ta-Matoran, for he was white. Not the ice-blue white of a Ko-Matoran, no. A dead, lifeless white as if all the color in his world had gone away. Strangely, the same happened to any being who Jaller convinced to join him in his open war against the all-powerful Makuta. A dead-white Matoran--
a brand, so all could see and loathe these traitors who dared bring a curse upon their village by opposing the merciful will of the great Makuta Nui.
“I just don't see a point, Jaller,” said Hewkii. “Mata Nui is gone. The Mask is gone. There's nothing left to fight for.” That wasn't true, Jaller reasoned, after all the Matoran, Toa, and Turaga were still alive-- wern't they at least worth fighting for? Yes. Every shadow had a corresponding light. And with Mata Nui gone, Jaller would be a willing and able leader to command an all out attack on Makuta. Makuta was the earth, the sky, everything. So the only way to destroy Makuta would be the thing that he or any other Toa would hate to do-- destroy the universe. He had the power. Somehow, he felt it. Like a raging storm inside of him waiting to be unleashed. Though none of the other Toa Mahri would admit it, they, too, had the same feeling of strength building. And if they were once again in the depths of the no longer existent Pit, they would learn that Hydraxon and the reborn Turaga Jovan had that feeling also. The Light Plague was now active among the universe...
They were fools. The Order of Mata Nui, the Brotherhood of Makuta, all of them fools. Vezon wondered why he would even contemplate working with any of them. After all, he reasoned, their plans were too complicated, and usually ended with him dying. He would kill them all, that's what he'd do. Yes, it all seemed reasonable, except for two minor details. For one, he didn't know where he'd gather the forces to help him invade Daxia and Destral and all those other secret islands. And two, he still had no idea that Mata Nui had awakened or that Teridax was now ruler of the entire universe. But what he did know was that suddenly, he just sensed a hint of duty and nobility in him. He didn't know where it came from and he didn't care. He liked the feeling, though, and decided to call it the “Light Plague”. So now Vezon had a plan all his own. He would go back to Voya Nui, get Kardas, and together they would fly to Metru Nui, where they would “persuade” the local Turaga to let him use the island as a base and the entire population as his loyal and willing army. With that in mind he jumped into his makeshift boat and picked up his spear to use as an oar. But then something caught his eye that he could use to travel the great distance he needed and he could forget about his stupid little boat. Yes, it was stupid, wasn't it? This would surely erase all his worries. It would indeed...
“Turaga Jovan? Here?” asked the confused Hydraxon.
“Yes, I am truly here,” responded the frail Turaga, “but I am not sure how. I understand that there was a Sardus Nui, and half the continent broke off and fell to the depths of the ocean. But only hours ago that I appeared in a swirling mist of light, inside this very structure.” Hydraxon thought about this for a moment. Sardus Nui was an almost ancient term meaning “Great Quake”. Yes, he remembered all too well the time that the massive disruption shattered the prison he was left to guard, freeing every last criminal being to roam the depths. But something was not clear on that day. The quake caused an underwater avalanche, which buried him under the rubble for about half a second and then—what? He was floating in the water, only metres away from the sunken Matoran village. Hydraxon finished his reminiscing, but he saw something else. The vision of that one Po-Matoran, urging to get to the village. The mask he held in his hand-- it transformed him, it-- finally, Hydraxon, Dekar, made sense of what he had just seen, and was filled with awe and fear. Jovan looked into the eyes of the titan. He did not see the mind of a battle-hardened warrior who had to live strictly according to his duty, no. In the eyes of Hydraxon, Jovan saw the heart of a scared, innocent Matoran needing-begging for- protection.
“I understand all too well the toll the Mask requires from it's bearer."
