The Journal of Vrail

As recorded by Vrail...

Entry 1
''I've decided to use this... thing... to record all events of my daily life as a Matoran. Hopefully, I could use this as a way of telling other Matoran my life styles and compare them with theirs; or just something I could use to look back on of past experiences. I'm able to record this by plunging the tip of my spear in some native berries I found. I guess I should begin with how I found what I now know, thanks to another Le-Matoran, is called a Bock...

''I was walking along the beach around the Cove of Plaious, named after an older Toa of Water, with my friend, Mezuah, when we spotted a gleaming, round object bobbing in the water. Since he was a Ta-Matoran and I had a bad experience once with water, we waited. We laid back on the sand, my Miru and his Jotar shinning in the sun beating down on us. Eventually, our friend Niali walked up to us.

''"What are you two doing?" she asked.

''"Look out yonder," Mezuah told her. I could tell that she saw it by the expression on her face.

''"So you two are just gonna wait here for it?"

''"That's the plan," I told her. She sighed, then started running toward the water. She jumped in, doing a mid-air somersault, then swam toward the object at full speed. She grabbed it, then swam back to us. She walked out of the sea, drenched in the water she was so accustomed to and handed it to me.

''"It has your name on it... I don't know why, but this is really kinda creepy." Sure enough, I looked at it and it said:''

VRAIL

''I rubbed my hand across my name on the silver sphere. Suddenly, it opened, and the Bock was inside. I took it out, and discovered I could use it as a Wall of History, in compact-form.''