The Chronicles of Dark Water

The Chronicles of Dark Water is the story of Weekee290 self-MOC Noxtis, and his past as a War-Lord of the Pit as the leader of the Bellacor Rebellion.

Introduction
The Great Being stood, looking down at his latest creation. "Good." he said to himself "This body will make a great hero." He looked at the black figure lying on the table in front of him. The creature had closed eyes, long sleek black arms and legs, and a hollow chest where the heart stone was to be inserted. The Great Being looked to his right where the heart stone lay, glowing in a bright orange color. The Great Being took up the stone and placed it into the body of the being in front of him. The rock molded in to him, and his eyes opened to reveled that they where the same orange as the stone. The creature slowly righted itself, and started too caught. "Finally," declared the Great Being, "My greatest creation is complete." The being shook its head, and looked around, dazed. "Where am I?" the being asked looking around in confutation. "Why, you’re in Spherus Magna." replied the Great Being. "Who are you?" asked the being looking the Great Being up and down. "Well," said the Great Being "I'm ..." Suddenly, a blade was pushed thought the gut of the Great Being, and it collapsed. The being let out a little yelp the reverberated around the room. A creature a peered from behind the fallen Being, and stood looking down at the Being. "Who are you?" asked the Being "None of your business, said the creature, as it turned and started to walk away. "But," said the Creature turning to face the Being "you'll thank me later." The creature turned and walked away. The being crawled up to the body of its creator. "So...I think that...I should...name you." said the Great Being breathlessly, "I'm going to name you...Noxtis" he said as his final breath left him, and the steel door slammed shut.

Chapter 1
100,000 years later ''After the events of that faithful day, all of the Bellacor, where banished from Spherus Magma, and sent to live in a under water prison known as the Pit. This prison was a horrible place, and none of the Bellacor liked it, and they all wanted to get out. And finally, that day came. There was a Hugh earthquake and the entire prison structure was desecrated. This resulted in the freedom of all the prisoners, and the death of the jail guard. After, all the prisoners had fled, all the Bellacor regrouped, and decided to create an army that would strike back at the enemies of there fallen race. This new army was to be called the Bellacor Rebellion, and I...I was the person appointed to be the new leader of this rebellion. I decided that our first order of business, would be to attack the former League of the Six Kingdoms, now calling themselves the Barraki. With this, the war was on.''

A Ta-Matoran walked thought the tall seaweed, looking from left to right, in despair, looking for the village, but not finding it. As the matoran walked, he hearted the crunch of a foot hitting the sand behind him, and he turned to see ... nothing. He breathed a sign of relief, and turned to find himself, face-to-face with a tentacle. He fallowed the tentacle to find that it was connected to and red armed creature. "Who...are...you?" asked the matoran in fear. "I'm Kalmah." said the Kalmah, "now see my wrath." "No!" said someone "See MY wrath" A Red armored person jumped from the seaweed and tackled Kalmah. The two landed in the sand and begin to punch each other out. The matoran, in fear, ran, and didn't stop until he reached the village. Kalmah and the stranger continued to trade blows, until, they reached a ledge. "Do you give up?" asked the stranded. "Never!" cried Kalmah raping his tentacle around the stranger’s leg, and pulled. The stranger was flipped and through a few meters away. Kalmah got to his feet, and begin to run way. The Stranger got to his feet, and picked one of the axes an attached to his back, and through it at Kalmah. The axe flew past Kalmah, gust barley scraping Kalmah. "Ha, you mist." said Kalmah turning to see, a giant steel contraption pointed in his direction. “This is the end.” Said the Stranger, as he pulled the trigger. A large a mount of hot lava blasted out of the barrel of the machine, and shot straight at Kalmah. Kalmah’s three eyes grew large as he felt the lava come nearer. Then it struck, like a searing hot blade had pieced him, Kalmah let out a shrike of pain that reverberated around the ledge. The creature lowered the weapon and turned to leave. As he turned, he saw a few of the seaweed move slightly, and brushed it off, and walked away.

Kyrehx, healed her breath hopping that the thing had not seen her. She slowly started to move thought the seaweed watching each step and making such she didn’t step on anything anciently, until, she stepped on a piece of dead seaweed. She heard the steps of the stranger, stop and she bolted.

The stranger walked up to the seaweed and sifted through the nearby peaces of the plant. He didn’t see and thing. He let out a sigh of relief. Then, he activated his mask of power. His x-ray, and telescopic visions, allowed him to see the freighted matoran running in the direction of the village. “Good.” Thought the Stranger “at least the fool will be to scared to tell anyone else.” The stranger turned and begins his long trip back to base.