Guardian of the Dead Souls

In the times of old, during the first age of Primordius Magna, Murtaavak created the planet of Primordius Magna itself, and thus, life began. But the life was primordial, primitive, and rather uninteresting to the great being. Murtaavak wished for an assistant, a companion, an equal. A being whom would watch over the life of Primordius Magna, and keep it in order. From combinding the contents of an antidermis pool, and a protodermis pool, Murtaavak brought into existence, the equal he desired. Narcisca was born.

For a year, Murtaavak and Narcisca worked together in harmony. However, Murtaavak had made Narcisca too powerful and too intelligent. Greedy and power-hungry, Narcisca desired more than an occupation as an assistant; he desired to rule the planet himself.

Murtaavak’s creation turned against him, and for three days and three nights, the two raged a tremendous battle. Eventually, Murtaavak tore Narcisca’s conscience from his body, and banished him to the deepest underground reaches of Primordius Magna. And so, for the time being, piece was restored.

For thousands of years, deep under the surface of Primordius Magna, Narcisca brooded his revenge, looking for an opportunity, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. During his eons underground, Narcisca took up the occupation of shepherding dead souls into the Primordius Magna underworld. Over time, he built himself empire of the damned, and declared himself their ruler. Narcisca became the Guardian of the Dead Souls.

60,077 years later, found the essence of a bodiless makuta, seeping into Narcisca's dark kingdom. Kronaxx oozed his way through the twisted stone passageway before him. Slipping, and sliding, he plunged deeper and deeper into the cavernous depths, searching, searching, in vain, for his one chance to regain his old rule.

Rounding another corner, Kronaxx could feel a dramatic change in the atmosphere, betraying an evil presence. The air around caver grew cold, as if doused in ice. Kronaxx’s mind, first began to buzz, than began to shriek with indignation. If it weren’t for the fact he didn’t have a body, Kronaxx though was sure it would have exploded. The shriek in his mind turned to a blinding, stabbing pain. Kronaxx knew, that their was an evil down here, so powerful, so cruel, that his or her mere presents was enough to cause pain.

“Who goes there?” As a pose to hearing a sound, Kronaxx felt as if the words were being cut into his mind with a knife. “Who goes there?” the voice stabbed Kronaxx’s mind once again.

“It is I, makuta Kronaxx.”

'“And what business do you have in my kingdom? I do not allow the living into my kingdom, but that can easily be fixed.”'

Kronaxx felt his voice speak against his will, as if the being was controlling his speech, forcing the words out. “I am seeking the Great Toa Stone.” “And why, I might ask, do you seek this ‘Great Toa Stone?’” Kronaxx attempted, will all his will power, to shut out menacing presence, but to no avail. “The toa stone is an all-powerful stone into which the six Toa Gonda put all their power into when they became turaga. This stone contains powers beyond any one being, and I seek it to activate the great robot, Kraahkatoa. Once this robot is activated, I will have a body once more; a body more powerful than ever before!” Kronaxx was furious that being had forced his plan out of him. '“A robotic body, you say? Where can I find this Great Toa Stone?”' “I have...I have no idea,” gasped Kronaxx, cracking under the stain of the being’s presence. Very well. And with that last remark, the being sent a bolt of shadow towards Kronaxx, blasting a gaping crater in the cavern floor. Narcisca turned his attention now, to what Kronaxx had said. A body, a giant robotic body down here? for over 60,000 years, Narcisca had been brooding his revenge on Murtaavak and all the other living beings. ''With a body, I shall rise out of the depths of the underworld, and spread my shadow across the planet. But first, I need the toa stone!''