Forgotten Secrets

== Chapter 1==  "You can&apos;t be serious. This can&apos;t be him."    Slowly, uneventfully, Three figures stood over the slowly awakening form of Kylord, as his silver eyelids fluttered opened. Startled, Kylord&apos;s hand reached for the hilt of the sword, causing each of the three figures to step back.      "Who there, friend," a figure with blue armor, far too loose to be part of him said. "We are not here to harm, but to help."    "Here, take my hand," a silvery hulking figure with a huge scythe in his hand said. "You look like you need help. My name&apos;s Ceirallen."

     Cautiously, Kylord took Ceirallen&apos;s hand, staring at each three figures. Strangely, he noticed the third figure looked awfully like Ceirallen, though he looked far more naive.     "Who are you? Where am I?" Kylord said, his body shaking from its long inactivity. He had no idea how long he had been laying there.

   "Myself?" The blue figure saud. "I am called Sir Jayden by many. From the Great Kingdom of Morcia. That one is called Venox. It&apos;s a bit <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">confusing if I try to explain exactly what we are, interdimensional <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">travel tends to be that way."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "We&apos;re from a group called the Society of Great Protectors," Venox <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">chimed in. "I doubt you&apos;ve heard of us, as even many members of the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Order of Mata Nui don&apos;t know of us. But, you may know of our leader, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Toa Daxanere."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   Kylord scratched his head with his blade, perplexed. "I may have <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">heard that name whispered before. But it&apos;s been so long, and those <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">where just stories. Like Karzahni and Artahka. There is no Toa Helryx <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">and her helpful brother, Daxanere. Everyone knows this."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Ah, just because they have not revealed themselves in your <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">dimension all that often," Ceirallen smiled as he spoke, very amused, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">"Doesn&apos;t mean they do not exist. Come, lets get you cleaned off. You <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">should be in Mata Nui&apos;s Universe right now. Besides, who knows what <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">your nemesis is doing right now without you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "My nemesis?" Kylord said while giving Ceirallen an inquisitive <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">look. "What nemesis? Why would I have a nemesis? Who would hate me? <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">What have I done?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Clearly you&apos;ve been asleep for far too long, Toa Kylord. Come, we <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">better be off to our ship. And hopefully we can get to the bottom of <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">this."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Chapter 2
<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Come this way, Mr. Kylord," Jayden, the shortest of the three <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">said. "We can only teleport to our ship directly at a preselected <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">position."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Why? And how can you teleport? Why haven&apos;t I heard of this <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Society before?" Kylord said while following Jayden.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">      Venox answered him, "We rarely interfere in Mata Nui&apos;s <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Universe. You have the Order for that. However, in the infinite other <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">dimensions, that&apos;s usually not the case. Besides, someone has to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">protect you all from the Legion of Death."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "The Legion of Death?" Kylord said sarcastically. "Oh great, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">another group I don&apos;t know about. What do they do?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "All you need to know is they, like us, have interdimensional <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">capabilities," Ceirallen said coldly. "However, unlike us, they do not <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">use their powers to help, but to destroy."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Sort of like the Brotherhood?" Kylord said, sword in hand.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Yes, kind of," Ceirallen answered.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">            *       *       *

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     "He. He is coming, Master."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     Not far away, a shadowy figure by the name of Vice crept towards <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">the white-skulled Makuta, Kryzacs. Kryzacs gained his horrifying <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">appearance as a result of several accidents that somehow made him <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">stronger... at a price. Likewise Vice, a former Toa of Sonics, was the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">terrible result of what happens when a defective shadow leech latches <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">onto a Toa. The result: A being neither Shadow Toa or Makuts, but <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">painfully somewhere in between.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     "The one you spoke of. He is here," Vice said.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     "Excellent," Kryzacs said, his white teeth leaving a sinister <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">gleam on his exposed jaw. "Let the rise of Makuta Tazzuk commence."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Chapter 3
<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;"> Four gleaming beings clad in armor raced through the great <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">forests of the Gle-12b Dimension. Officially not named, this newly <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">discovered dimension had been a prime target for tge Legion of Death, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">who sought to claim their version of the Mask of Time. Foiled by <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Ceirallen&apos;s team, by chance they ran into the legendary Kylord, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">unconscious. One could only wonder how he got there.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Similiarly Kylord found himself with no recollection of anything <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">except his name, blurry forms of toa, and a dark, hulking figure with <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">a rahkshi head. Slowly, slowly, the images where beggining to come <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">into focus, but still, they remained undiscernable.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Meters away from the four, who stopped to catch their breath, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">where Makuta Kryzacs and Vice, weapons ready, waiting to spring. At <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs&apos;s orders, Vice jumped out and tackled Kylord to the ground, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">ripping his blade from his grasp and throwing it into a nearby tree. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs merely held up his hand and Ceirallen, Venox, and Jayden found <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">themselves so overwhelmed with fear that their muscles ceased to move. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Vice now dragging a paralyzed Kylord, Kryzacs cleared his voice, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">preparing a speech.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Ah, Protecters. My my, Ceirallen. Isn&apos;t this ironic?" Kryzacs <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">threw a sinister grin in Ceirallen&apos;s direction. "I remember making <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">you, teaitor. Now it seems justice will be served."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "I was never yours to take, demon," Ceirallen spat through numb lips.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Silence!" Kryzacs lifted his hand up higher and All four <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">figure&apos;s level of fear hormones increased temfold, almost burning <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">them. "Now then, Protecters, you may want to know why I&apos;ve taken this <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">fool from his dimension before you die. Ah yes, although not the most <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">strategic thing I suppose a total victory would be quite nice to have. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Very well, then. I believe you are familiar with Makuta Tazzuk? <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Doesn&apos;t Toa Daxanere moniter such things? Anyway, we are... <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">acquaintences I suppose, and we both dislike Teridax, at least now in <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">his current state of tyranny. We struck a deal. I remove Kylord from <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">his dimension and give him a fate worse than death, and once we <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">overthrow Teridax, I get to rule the Northern Continent."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "You&apos;ll never get away with this," Venox said, glaring at Kryzacs.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Ah, but I already have," Kryzacs said.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Suddenly, with one great ginormous force of will, Ceiralken <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">ignored the overwhelming force of his fear and managed to tap into his <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">elemental powers over energized protodermis while Kryzacs was <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">partially distracted. Palm outstretched, a fine stream of the shiny <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">silver liquid flew at Kryzacs and Vice. Distracted by the loud hissing <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">sound coming from his arm, Ceirallen, Kylord, Venox, and Jayden ran to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">the Warp Point. Vice shrank down on the floor.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   Enraged, Kryzacs threw Vice into a tree, right next to where he <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">threw Kylord&apos;s axe.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "You," Kryzacs said, red eyes firmly locked onto Vice&apos;s. "You <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">will be my eyes and ears now. You will follow Kylord around, telling <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">me everything. You shall be my shade in the shadows. You got that? <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">This failure was strike one. There is no strike three. Your next <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">failure will be your last. Do you understand me?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   In response, Vice just looked up sadly and said, "Unfortunately."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Chapter 4
<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Kylord was dazzled.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Finding himseld now in a great white space ship---a true space <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">ship,---bigger than anything he could possibly imagine, Kylord now <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">walked among a bustling common roon full of machinery and fierce <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">looking warriors. There was a whole army in here. Or two. Or three.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">      Herded by Ceirallen, Kylord was led into a narrow white hallway <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">that ran into the center of the ship. After many twists and turns, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Ceirallen placed his hand on a pad outside two great stone doors, and <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">after a green, eery glow engrossed his hand, the door hissed open, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">releasing some smoke into a dark room.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Daxanere will see you inside," Ceirallen said. "Don&apos;t worry, he&apos;s <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">a Toa of Shadow. Not a Shadow Toa. This is his natural environment. He <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">won&apos;t bite you unless you bite him."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   Not reassured, Kylord walked cautiously into the gloom, hand on <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">the hilt of his blade.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     "Welcome," two gleaming red eyes said. "I was notified of your <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">little endeavor. Tell me, do you have any idea where you where?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   Kylord looked up doubtfully, "I can&apos;t say I can."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "I wouldn&apos;t be surprised if Makuta Tazzuk did this. We have to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">keep our eyes on him," Daxanere responded.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Who&apos;s Makuta Tazzuk?" Kylord asked doubtfully.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Oh. I see," Daxanere said inquisitively. "Memory-wiping. I can&apos;t <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">say I&apos;m surprised Mr. Tazzuk would do this, but we can fix that. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">However, Kylord, before we place you back in Mata Nui&apos;s Dimension, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">where you belong, I must ask you something."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Actually, I believe Kryzacs said he did this. And fine, what is <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">it? As long as I&apos;ll be safe and sound back home, it shouldn&apos;t be a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">problem."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "You said Kryzacs did this? Oh god this is worse than I thought. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">It means he knows your---" Suddenly, Daxanere cut himself off, his <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">eyes now intensely fixed on Kylord. "It&apos;s not important now. Anyways, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">you must swear you will never talk about the Society or of Kryzacs to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">anyone? It&apos;s both for your safety and ours. Understand?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "No problem. I doubt anyone would believe me, anyways."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Excellent. Now follow Ceirallen. He&apos;ll lead you to our Physicians <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">where you can get those memories back. From there we can transport you <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">back to your dimension. You may want to spend a few days here <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">recovering. The time&apos;ll work out so you&apos;ll arrive in your dimension a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">few hours after you went missing. Time is... different when traveling <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">interdimensionally to say the least. Now go. I bet Tazzuk has missed <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">         *        *        *

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     On a rocky outcropping in the Northern Continent, Vice stalked <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kylord&apos;s camp in the shadows, staring with hate. Assessing everything <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">going on so he could relay it to Makuta Kryzacs, Vice fought back the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">urge to strangle each and every one of them, own in their own unique <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">way.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "If I ever survive this task, you will be the last to die, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs. I swear on my life. I will bring you down."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Chapter 5
<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;"> Makuta Kryzacs stood in a muddy field of grass, hours after a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">storm. Although no longer possessing the abilities to control shadow <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">and therefore unworthy of the official title of Makuta, Kryzacs&apos;s own <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">powers over fear more than matched just about any other being&apos;s in the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">known multiverse; therefore ironically nobody dared to force him to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">shed the title.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Kryzacs glanced to the North to glare at the nearby salt caves. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">He had tracked Makuta Tazzuk, a "true" Makuta, to this very location, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">and assumed for some reason or another the infamous Makuta had <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">business here. Confirming his data, the black-skulled Makuta calmly <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">walked out of the caves flanked by Makuta Intor and Insorz, mere <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">minions of his. Wearing a frighting white scar of a smile on his face, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">the towering Kryzacs strode towards the three, who where visibly <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">shaken by the sudden appearance of the white brute. Where Tazzuk <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">visibly relaxed after identifying the former Brotherhood mongrel, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Intor and Insorz did not, hands firmly grasping their collective <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">weapons.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Makuta Tazzuk. It has indeed been a long time," Kryzacs said, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">pointing the gigantic red machine gun that now served as his arm <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">purposefully at Intor.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "It appears it has not been long enough, Kryzacs," Tazzuk <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">responded, pointing a claw at Kryzacs. "Tell me, did you manage to get <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">my Toa, or has your Legion once again failed like it did trying to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">extract Daxanere."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "You know very well very few beings can capture him, least of all <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">you," In anger, Kryzacs&apos;s eyes seened to popp, his machine gun hand <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">rotating feverishly, and a red haze began to emanate from Kryzacs, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">sendung deep waves of fear into each and every "true" Makuta. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">"Although your "Kylord" is not nearely as powerful as Daxanere, it <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">seems our old friend has... once again complicated matters."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   Tazzuk smiled, anticipating such a response from Kryzacs. Unlike <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Intor and Insorz, who now where shrinking back from the fear, Tazzuk <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">embraced it, letting it fuel his body and making his reflexes <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">battle-ready. Like adrenaline, Tazzuk welcomed the fear.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Complications?", Tazzuk smiled a half-mad grin at Kryzacs, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">shaping his fear to fit his ends. "Are you saying the great Makuta <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs, conquerer of a dozen dimensions, the enslaver of entire <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">races, and the undisputed master of fear, has once again been thwarted <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">by those pathetic little Protecters of Daxanere&apos;s and a pathetic <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">silver Toa who bears no powers? Please, correct me if I&apos;m wring, but <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">it seems the great Makuta Kryzacs has failed."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Enraged, Kryzacs unleashed a torrent of pure fear from his <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">machine-gun hand at Tazzuk, which hit him like bricks, knocking him on <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">his back on the ground. Laughing, Tazzuk hurled a column of shadow at <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs, which hit his shins hard. Although barely damaging the brute, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kryzacs gave a grunt of pain, which was music to Tazzuk&apos;s ears. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Retaliating, with one massive clawed hand, Kryzacs grabbed Tazzuk by <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">the collar and slammed him into a tree, shattering it into fine <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">splinters. Meanwhile. Intor and Insorz had ran back into the salt <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">caves.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Now you listen here," Kryzacs said while holding Tazzuk in the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">air, anger steaming from his hellish red eyes. "All is not yet lost. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Unless you decide to anger me. In which case your death will be slow, <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">painful, and full of fear. I have an agent set stalking Kylord. His <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">name is Vice. He will tell me all of Kylord&apos;s activities. And if you <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">are willing, I may just pass on said information to you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Tazzuk smiled, and Kryzacs dropped him, sending Tazzuk sinking <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">into the soft mud.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "I believe we have a deal, Kryzacs. Tell me, what&apos;s your price?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "There may be a time when I might have need for your followers to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">join me in battle. War is imminent for the Legion of Death and the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Society of Great Protectors. Many will get caught up in this <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">trans-dimrnsional war. I need to know when such war breaks out, you <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">will be willing to abandon to break your brotherhood loyalties and <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">come join me."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Loyalties?" Tazzuk laughed at Kryzacs&apos;s feet. "Loyalties? What <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">loyalties? Ha! Makuta have no loyalties! My loyalties are to myself. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">However, whichever side that will benefit me the most will be the side <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">I&apos;ll join. And right now that side seems to be you. Now, about this <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">new little spy we&apos;ve got here...."