Chapter 1: Something lurks in the dark
As the toa began their path to the western shores of Mata-Nui, after stopping at Ta-koro for supplies, the seven began their journey, Toa Kopaka had advised it would be best if they went straight towards Ko-koro, so the toa did, passing the Tren Krom break, heading up, and around the Mangai volcano at the center of the island, making their way into Ko-koro, after traversing the treacherous landscape and freezing snowstorms, they finally made it, at the shores of Ko-koro, their transport to the island of Voya-Nui waited, the seven heroes boarded, and set off across the sea.
What they came to see upon arrival in the Voya-Nui bay was a village upon the cliffs, as they stepped off of the boat onto the shore, a rain of spears circled around them, trapping them inside.
"Damn...what is the meaning of this?" Tahu called out, looking up at the village, whose matoran dropped down, pointing their spears at the group.
"What now, fearless leader?" Kopaka smirked.
"Everyone just stay calm." Gali said, looking to Takanuva.
"Sister Gali is right, we should all remain quiet-calm." Lewa exclaimed, glancing side to side
"Who are you and where do you come from?" asked a matoran, who appeared to be the leader.
"We are Toa, from the island of Mata-Nui, we've come in search of the mask of life, in hopes to give the great spirit, Mata-Nui, a body, to restore peace for all matoran" Takanuva spoke confidently as he stepped to the front of the group.
The matoran looked at his peers, shaking his head "We don't happen to believe you..." he said as the rest pointed the tips of their spears closer to the Toa.
"Wait!" a voice called out, a barrel on the boat falling over as a matoran jumped out, landing in front of the circle of spears, holding his Koli stick and his shield in a defensive stance "They are telling the truth!" the matoran said as the other matoran paused.
"Jala?" Takanuva asked, tilting his head as Jala nodded, looking back at the Toa.
"Someone needed to make sure everything went smoothly" Jala remarked as the leader of the matoran lowered his spear.
"Release these...Toa..." he sighed as the matoran pulled up the spears, holding them and stepping back.
"Follow me" the leader said as the started in the direction of a staircase carved into the cliffs. The Toa glanced to one another, nodding slightly and following after the matoran leader, Takanuva and Jala trailing behind.
"That was a risky move Jala..." Takanuva sighed.
"I know I know, but hey, you took on the Makuta by yourself, and almost died, so who made the riskier move?" Jala smirked, Takanuva laughing slightly.
"I suppose so."
The Toa were situated in the village for the night, in morning they were to set out with a native matoran as their guide, to take them to the Matoran's hidden entrance to a cavern, rumored to hold the mask of life deep within. He groaned slightly, sitting up and glancing around his hut, he stood, stepping out and glancing around "It's not wake time yet..." Lewa sighed, making his way down the carved steps, standing at the shore in the dark "Why so home longing..." he crossed his arms, hearing footsteps in the distance, he drew his blades "Who be sneak walking?" Lewa called out into the darkness, a tall, armored, looming figure stepping closer, a giant scythe in his hand as he stopped a few feet in front of the Toa "Are you...one of the Makuta's sons?" Lewa asked, stepping back and pointing one of his swords at the figure.
"You could say that..." he said, his hand gripping Lewa's blade, squeezing and shattering the weapon, before Lewa could react the figure swung the scythe around, knocking Lewa to the ground, his heart light glowing faintly as the tall figure slung the Toa of air over his shoulder, stretching a moment, he looked up to the village "I will have the Toa...every last one..." he said as he walked back into the shadows.
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