BIONICLE RETOLD

CHapter 2

There had been a steady snowfall for the past several minutes. The wind was beginning to pick up as well. A blizzard began to form. It was nigh impossible to see North March from here. I looked up at the dark blue sky. There’s something fascinating about watching the snow fall on days like this. I glanced over at the my assigned partner, Awah.

“Yes, I know,” He said matter of factly. “We will have poor visibility in this blizzard. An attack now would be ideal.”

Each member of the Sanctum Guard were assigned a partner by our Turaga, Nuju, to watch over the other. In this case, Awah and I. Ko-matoran may be known for their silence and isolation. But a smart matoran knows that when braving the blizzards of Mount Ihu, one never braves it alone. In light of the recent rahi aggression, Nuju had assigned the Sanctum to guard the Cable Car, which links Mount Ihu with North March in Ta-Wahi. The car had been designed by an Onu-matoran, for the purpose of allowing easier trade between Ko-Koro and the rest of the island. But why would Nuju believe rahi would attack one of our transport vehicles? Unless he believes an intelligence is guiding the rahi’s attacks.. I continued to perform my duty and watch for any possible threats.

The the snowfall increased in size and speed. For a long time everything was quiet. I wasn’t surprised to hear a booming roar from one end of the camp. It was only a matter of time. Awah and I grabbed our weapons and ran to assist our fellow ko-matoran. We were met by one of the most feared rahi in Ko-Wahi: a Muaka Tiger. The rahi’s neck stretched out to snatch up a matoran in it’s jaws. The muaka bit down with half the matoran’s body in it’s mouth. It tossed him aside as he screaming in agony.  Awah and I flanked the muaka as it finished off another matoran. If we can get behind it.. But it saw us and charged forward; claws raised. Awah threw his spear. Striking the muaka in the eye. It recoiled its head; roaring in pain.

“Kopeke, we need-” I didn’t hear Awah finish.

I saw the muaka’s foreleg move like lightning before feeling it strike my chest. No! I felt weightless as I flew through the air. I wasn’t..  Everything went black.

-

Takua

After some explaining, the ta-matoran agreed to lead the toa and I to their village. Apparently the toa didn’t know much more about this place than I did. He introduced himself as Tahu and said little more during the journey. He must have been in that cannister I found.  

The fog began to dissipate as we stepped out of the forest.  The land in front of me was filled with nothing but dry dirt, craggy rocks and large volcano a few kio away. One of the ta-matoran slowed his pace and pointed at what kind of looked like a small hill in front of the volcano.

“Do you see that?” He asked looking at me.

“Yeah”

“That’s our village.”

“It is?” I squinted at the “hill” and noticed the rectangular shape it had.

“Oh. I thought it was just a hill or something.”

The matoran let out a small laugh.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“It’s Agni. Do you remember your name?”

Again I tried to dig through my mind for a name. Nothing.

Shaking my head I said, “No. It feels like it’s on the tip of my tongue, but.. I don’t know. I just can’t catch it”

We kept walking for a few minutes before I thought of another question.

“Do you remember me? Did I ever live in the village?”

“‘Fraid not. I would have brought it up earlier if I had. Sorry.”

“Yeah.. It was worth a shot though.”

It was some time passed before we made it to the gates of the village. If you can call it that. It looked more like a giant fortress to me. Once were were let in, our escorts all left except a  matoran wearing red armor and a matching mask.

“I will take you to our turaga, Vakama. Follow me.”

The toa grunted and we followed the matoran to the back of the stone courtyard. We followed him up some stairs and down a hallway before arriving at a small chamber entrance with no door.

The matoran turning to us, the matoran said, “Wait here.”

He entered the chamber. I could only hear whispers of what was being said. I heard a stern voice call us in.

“You may enter.”

“Finally.” The toa grumbled.

We entered into the chamber. The turaga was no taller than a matoran. His mask was orange and he held a short staff. He stood next to a fire pit at the center of the room with the red matoran right by his side. The turaga turned to the matoran.

“That is all, Kapura. You are dismissed.”

“Yes sir.”

He bowed and exited the room. The turaga turned to face us.

“I understand that neither of you know where you are, or what you’re doing here.”

For a split second his eyes locked with mine before centering their focus on the toa.

“But I may be able to provide you with some insight.”

It felt like he was ignoring me.

“What about me?” I asked.

Before he could answer, a ta-matoran wearing a golden tinged yellow mask walked in. He had a short sword with no hilt sheathed at his waist -similar to the other ta-matoran.

“You called for me turaga.” he said.

“Yes, Jaller. Please take this matoran and watch him,” gesturing towards me as he spoke.  “As Kapura should have told you, he has amnesia, and is very confused. Can you do this?”

“Yes sir,” he turned to me and gestured with his hand to follow.

“Let’s go.”

I followed him out of the chamber. He lead me to a chamber about the same size as the turaga’s. But instead of a fire pit, a large map contained in a cylinder stood in the center of the chamber.

I pointed to the map. “Is that a map if the island we’re on?”

“Yes,” he replied. “It’s name is Mata-Nui. Do you remember anything?”

“I can’t remember anything! Not even- wait..”

“What is it?” He asked.

Ever since I got out of the pod I tried to call back my name. It felt like I almost could say it, but nothing came.  It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. But now I finally had it.

“I’m Takua!” I yelled excitedly.

“Well, Takua. My name is Jaller. It’s nice to meet you.”

-

This is bad.

“What should we do?” Piatra asked with worry in his voice.

Onewa had sent me and some of the Po-Koro guard to assist the farmers who were being attacked outside of the village. I looked around a hut filled with almost half of the guard I had brought with me. All too sick to stand.

“We need need to cut our losses. Put all the sick and any supplies left into the carts. We need to get out of here before the kikanalo arrive.”

“Alright. We’ll gather what we can.” The guard hurried out of the hut.

I heard one of the sick matoran groan as he turned over.

Better get out of here. I left the hut and looked out to the horizon. C’mon Hewki. We have work to do.

“Ok! Let’s move people!”