Rebirth, Chapter Five- Badmel Kija

Run little Matoran, from life and from death. Your mind you lose, lest you forget your breath. Hide amongst people, hide for your life. Keep your pace, and away from strife...

The Trees of Raf
H'kija awoke to pain. Not the most pleasant wake-up call, but at least he wasn't dead. Pinned down by pain, H'kija was left to mull over thoughts of the last day, or, at least, the last day he could remember. On his back, the Toa laid on a bed of thick plantlife, and remembered Mata Nui, Vortus, and everything that wasn't dead anymore.