Dark Memories

This is a story writen from Leviathos's perspective, about his experiences starting with his time in the pit.

Chapter: one
I sat in my cold half-rock-half-metal cell chains locked to my wrists, the "special" kind that adapt to a shapeshifter's form. They were even more..."special" however, for they would distribute paralyzing bursts of electric through my body if I attempted to use my makuta powers, thats right, I'm a makuta. I didn't always know it however; I wasn't even associated with the brotherhood until recently. Before that I was just a hard working Noctian fishing on the tropical side of the island, that was until one faithful day, one scorching hot day. It was noon the sun was lit the plaza reflecting off of the intricately laid stones in a color range of tan to dark brown, built into roads through the sand so that travelers did not burn their feet on the white sand. Buildings and less permanent huts made of materials from tree leaves to clay stood around the streets selling what ever goods their owners could muster, trees with large fanning leaves had been strategically planted next to these stands to lure customers seeking refuge from the unforgiving sun. Three makuta were walking towards a small base at the end of the city where our makuta/de facto "president" resided. Kaluu was always strange but he led our people well enough, but as the brotherhood took on more and more power Kaluu isolated himself from them more and more. I stood there watching the procession respectfully Makuta Mutran walked side by side with Chirox on his right and Neocrax his left. He glanced at me the sun beating down on his greenish-black kanohi, a look of recognition flashed through his eyes then discomfort as if he was remembering something tragic and painful, however I am sure it was nowhere near as strange as my look of awe as he outstretched his arm pointing a dagger-like finger at me. The procession had stopped the noise of haggling, and yelling at the market had died and everyone, even the other makuta, stared at him in wonder waiting for him to speak. He seemed to search for words, or better an action for them to portray but unable to conjure a better question, he simply asked, d"Do you want a job?" in a hesitant voice. And that was the last time I saw my homeland.

I spent the next few years of my life as a makuta's aide travelling around our little universe aiding in negations with important factions, and helping Mutran create rahi, spending rarely anytime in Mutran's assigned district but rather on the desolate, cold, industrial island of Destral, inside a metal lab handing him virisus or standing on a beach made of uneven rocks chucking smaller stones into the water. It was one of these nights, the setting suns reflected their long trails across the ocean, as I watched a small grey, rounded stone I had thrown bounce of the deep blue water three times each leaving a set of ripples, when Mutran approached me. He did not have his usually excitement from leaving his lab, satisfied that his rahi was the greatest creation in the universe, that is until he created his next one, no now he showed a sign of fear, but much more understanding of his situation than pure panic, much like the one I had seen all those years ago on Noctia. "The makuta of Metru Nui has replaced misrex" he said a strain in his throat.

"Why?" I replied not fully understanding the brotherhoods inner-workings but knowing enough to understand the misrex was their ideal leader.

"Ter-The makuta of Metru Nui, has declared his intention to over-through the great spirit mata nui."

"But..." I started

"And it will work" it cut in somberly.

I was sent to the island of metru nui its self when I ran into a group of toa assisting the toa mangi fight off an army of invading dark hunters, a pathetic group of mercenaries who think that they can fight as a unified army against the universes natural defenders. But these were no ordinary toa, I had seen them fleeing my burning village, their tools covered in blood, from my dead friends, my vision blurred and turned green and I went into an all out rage. I killed the six toa. and some others. and some dark hunters. Well actually killed at least have of the combatants left three of the six metru districts in utter waste, looking back at all of the dead bodies, from the dark hunter's make shift wooden execution platform made from the near by rubble and facing their massive camp and a four armed freak prepared to slice my head off. Before he could carry through with the execution a large being blinked into existence than out, only I blinked out with him and ended up in a prison with the company of, a cold warrior armed to the teeth and an army of robots with these "special chains on my writs. I started to stand when I felt an earthquake shake the earth, the cells around me collapsing. I went flying forward and pain shot through my body as the chains snapped and I fell to towards the rush off water as I watched Takadox murder that silver armor plated pile of rahi dung. I felt the cold blue water impact my skin, energy pulsating through my body I tried to scream as I felt myself, and saw other mutating into freakish monsters, the sounds of air escaping from their screaming moths and other falling in with the debris filled the sea. I tried to use my power to teleport but found that I had lost in the strange energies of the water.