User talk:Dan91915

In a world much like are own there were six Toa. Different to ours, yet oh so similar. The Toa of light. The Toa of valor. The Toa of love. The Toa of time.

And two of them, did not fight for the side of good, they were evil! The Toa of Darkness. The Toa of Hate. There are so many tales I could tell you of these Toa, but let's begin with the tale of a hero...

It was late at night. Toa Sankora walked slowly along the small rope above the water. He liked to be alone. It got him away from the arguing of the other Toa. They had started out the best of friends, but now... it was different. The Toa of Vaor thought about the last meeting the four of them had had with the Toa of Darkness, Jarula. It had been troubling him greatly over the past few weeks. You see, Jarula had the power to see the future. And on thier last meeting he had told Sankora something that had left him haunted since. "The next time we meet, will be the day of your death, TOA OF VALOR!" He shouted as he was plunged into the portal of doom. They thought they had defeated him that day. They were wrong. Sankora suddenly began to feel cold. Scared. Alone. Something made him look down, and in the murky water that lay beneath him he saw those eyes! The eyes of Jarula... that seemed to pierce his sole. The next thing he knew he was being plunged into the dark abbys. Away from all hope, away from everything...

TO BE CONTINUED...