War of Terror

=Chapter 1=

Toa “Scar” stood on a Ridge, surveying the Wasteland that was once many beings homes. In his Heart, He had a feeling of who was responsible for this. Suddenly, the temperature drops a fraction of a degree. “Scar” Knows exactly what it is as he senses movement behind him. Whirling around, He gets a look of the creature a second before he incinerates the thing with his sword. Looking down at what used to be a demon, He sees the black marks sink into the earth. “Oh yeah, this is definitely him” “Scar” Thinks.

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Walking through the Ruins of what was once a Village, “Scar” could see in his mind the Matoran at Work and Playing, Toa who were once his friends talking and laughing. In reality he can only see ruins and the bits of Armor of Innocent Matoran.

Deep Inside, He can feel the Rage build up inside him, but Easily Suppresses it, having learned ages ago how to gain complete mastery over your Emotions. Putting his sword away, “Scar” Breaks off into a sprint, but nearly trips over something stuck into the Ground.

Turning around, He picks up the object; unsure of what it is, only to find that it is a piece of the Mask of His Best Friend, Toa Majair.

For the First time in his life, “Scar” knows what it is to feel Pure Hatred. With His eyes full of Fire, He Dashes off into the distance, with only one thing to say.

“Damn You….. Dark Chaos”!

To Be Continued