Forsaking a Warrior

Forsaken Warrior is a short story which follows Order Operative, Polemistis, who is sent on an Operation to take back his homeland: Exusia; which is currently under the control of the Brotherhood of Makuta, along with a specialized team.

Forsaken Warrior is planned to be around 8 chapters long, (including both Prologue and Epilogue) and is the second entry of the Moirai Saga.

Prologue
Syuth, post-Great Cataclysm...

"Those who've crawled the path have met their demise...

"Many have scattered, as that of the amber of the flame...

"Yet I stand as that of the stone... scorched, though alive..."

Polemistis overlooked the suns rise, keeping his arms folded. He stood of that of a digitigrade figure, donning silver armor and quills, having black skin and scales, he eyes glow a hint of crimson, and his fur is aged of the color of white. He sighed, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

The wind blew at the blades if grass separated by a dirt trail, moving back and forwards; the clouds in the sky formed wispy-shapes, moving along with the wind. Polemistis watched as a flock of Gukko scattered from the tree's, flying over his head. "I've been broken, deceived as that of a simple child; yet as loyal as a slave..." Polemistis sighed, returning his attention to the sun rise.

"I've been freed... healed from my afflictions...

"Yet I continue to grow weary as the days pass as months...

"Have I suffered?" Polemistis asked, yet is not a question as he removed his khopesh's from the soil where they stood. "This question daunts even I..."

Polemistis began to move forward; ignoring the sounds made the the numerous Rahi in the area. "Daunts many who've escaped to the north... those who have followed the 'Northern Star—

"Simple fools answer yes—yes that they've suffered...

"No one has answered no—" Polemistis stopped abruptly; rolling into the grassy plain to his left, taking a deep breath as he sheathed his two khopesh's which were presented at the sides of his two thighs.

He then silently removed his Type-27 Energeia Crossbow from the strap which held it in place on his back; raising the sights up to his right eye.

Far across the fields stood two figures—Matoran-sized.  “Are these the two Polis I needed to—‘Interrogate?”  Polemistis asked himself,  “Or possibly merchants who're moving to the next village?” Polemistis thought questioningly, I see no supplies...

Polemistis had been relocated to the island of Syuth to interrogate two Matoran who may have ties with the Dark Hunters; trading them supplies, armor, weapons, etcetera. The Order wanted Polemistis to interrogate and eliminate any suspects; no exceptions.

Polemistis lowered his Type-27 Energeia Crossbow, sighing underneath his breath; watching the two Matoran move up the dirt trail towards Polemistis. Must be the targets... Polemistis thought sternly.

Polemistis crouched lower, waiting for the Matoran to move closer to his position. In less then a minute; the Matoran were two yards away from Polemistis position, incapable of seeing him.

Suddenly, a squeal was barely heard—not alerting the other Matoran who continued to walk forward as Polemitis covered the mouth of the Matoran who he had in his grasp; wrapping his other arm tightly around her neck—subduing her quickly though quietly.

After the Matoran was unconscious for sure, he dragged her body into the brush—waiting for the other Matoran to recognize the absence of her friend. Surely enough, the other Matoran became panicked; looking around the area and calling the name of: "Ollike".

Polemistis quickly intercepted the Matoran, quickly striking her to the ground before grabbing hold of her throat—applying pressure to the jugular vein using his first digit. Polemistis examined the dirt track to his left, and to his right—seeing nothing which could be of concern to the operation; Polemistis then relieved pressure from his first digit, allowing the Matoran to cry in a soft, quiet voice.

"P-please—" she cried, holding onto Polemistis's right arm in attempt to push his arm away in a failed attempt. Polemistis remained silent, examining the Matoran before asking: "Polis—why far from the care of your village?"

The Matoran squealed, before responding saying: "W-we needed to—g-get a t-tablet to t-the Tur—"

"Child, I know you've been in a truce with the Dark Hunters.... why not speak the truth?" Polemistis asked, continuing to left the Matoran above his head.

"W-we have not!" the Matoran cried, obviously a failed lie attempt; seeing how her voice changed an octave as it claimed falsely.

"Impure child; I know your deceit... I understand your lies, and I'm afraid you must pay for your sins..." Polemistis answered; applying pressure to her jugular again, listening to her garbled screams.

Polemistis halted; alerted to his surroundings—whipping his head to the right in enough time to react to a stream of burning flames, rolling to the left side of the field as the flames whipped for him.

He growled, watching as the Matoran fled from the scene. He quickly removed his Type-27 Energeia Crossbow; crouching low in the fields as the flame danced over to his right—as the flames began to consume the field he was in.

Polemistis's eyes began to glow a shade of unnatural red, which gave him the capability of seeing his opponent through the tall grass—a sense of 'X-Ray Vision.' Polemistis quickly aimed his Type-27 Energeia Crossbow at the chest of his target; muttering, and then pulling the trigger.

A perfect shot, as the Toa's chest exploded a bloody red, collapsing to the floor unconscious and heavily wounded. Polemistis waited for the Crossbow to load in another projectile, aiming it at the fleeing Matoran's leg before firing it again; piercing through the leg of the Matoran; forcing her to the ground; she screamed, collapsing to the floor.

Polemistis lowered his crossbow, charging in the direction of the Matoran; holstering his weapon as he began to run at his maximum speed: forty-five miles per hour. He came close to the Matoran...

'''Four yards... three yards... two yards...''

Suddenly in a violent flash of light; Polemistis was struck with an electromagnetic pulse, flying to his left for six yards before landing still on the ground. He attempted to push himself off the ground—but failed with his first four attempts, unable to gain a subtle balance.

A figure in yellow and silver armor approached him; the figure appeared to be semi-muscular, and wielded a strange sword—which was close in resemblance to a saber. "Such pitiful violence... though yet what could you expect from a mindless creature?" the figure asked, kneeling down at the side of Polemistis; examining the Lykos.

"I'm sorry you have to be 'put down,' as with the case of all rabid animals..." the Toa taunted; removing his combat knife and prepared to stab the Lykos in the throat. In a silver flash, Polemistis disappeared; sending the Toa flying backwards from fright.

The Toa quickly gained his balance, standing up straight as he held his knife—prepared to attack when needed. Suddenly the Toa was struck behind with a violent kick, before being disarmed and having his leg broken with a painful yelp as he collapsed to the floor; as the Lykos appeared above his body, staring down at him.

"Yet you attempt to tame the heart of passion, for your own selfish needs... none of this is required in today's present." Polemistis said, looking down at the Toa with a pitiful stare; the Toa wintered in pain as Polemistis stomped his Kanohi in, hearing an audible crack—and sensing his life essence evaporate, Polemistis turned to face the Matoran, approaching her.

Polemistis approached the Matoran; picking her up by her throat again, staring into her pain welded eyes. "The same shall be done to you if you do not give me the information I require, Polis..." he growled, obviously scarring the Matoran with the tone of his own voice.

"P-please! I'm just a T-Trader! I just sell—" the Matoran stopped, staring into the Lykos's eyes as he continued to stare at her.

"Child I understand you're a Trader... what I inquire to know is who your trading with outside of your island... and what your trading..." Polemistis growled, sending the Matoran to start whimpering.

"The B-Brotherhood! T-he Brotherhood of Makuta!" the Matoran spat, "t-they threatened o-our island—our people!"

"What else, who did they trade—who did they take?!" Polemistis demanded, growling audible.

"W-weapons, tablets! They t-took some Toa as well—yes, Toa!" the Matoran cried, "t-they did something to them, I-I don't know what—"

"But I do..." Polemistis said, looking into the emotions which were flowing through the Matoran's eyes.

The Matoran remained silent for the moment, (with the exception of whimpering). Polemistis was displeased with the Matoan; breaking the moment of silence by asking: "The island here is too far north to be under the custody of the Makuta... therefore, a logical excuse is to send it to another island further south before proceeding to the island of the Makuta... after all, you require rest..."

"Y-yes, of course—of course!" the Matoran said, "we stop at another Brotherhood F-Fortress—"

"Where?" Polemistis asked.

"E-Exusia!"

Polemistis remained silent, as emotions ran through his mind. Exusua? he thought, home... Polemistis looked back up at the Matoran, trembling slightly; before saying: "My need for you has come to an end..." Polemistis said, "sadly we both know what that means..."

The Matoran attempted to scream, though it was silenced as Polemistis placed his first-digit on her jugular, pressing down on it as she began to bleed profusely. He dropped her, and watched her bleed on the ground.

Now for the second target... Polemistis thought grimly, as he strafed silently to the unconscious Matoran's position. Quickly, he lifted her up—placing his right hand over her face and jerked it, as an audible crack was heard.

He dropped the newly made carcass, and stared into the sky; seeing the clouds moving in front of the sun; making the island dimmer. Polemistis then turned to face the long, rolling trail in front of himself, and began to precede down it; moving into a covered bay, where his pod was stowed; along with a campfire which was put out hours ago.

His return to Daxia would be right then, and there was no time to hesitate.

Daxia, days later...

The night rose rather quickly, as clouds gathered in the skies and a slight drizzle fell—landing at the base of the island of Daxia, as a thick mist gathered around the forest area of the island, though seemed to avoid the central Fortress of the island, which stood brightly illuminated.

Polemistis strafed down the long hallway of the Fortress of Daxia; where he was examined by multiple Order members as they stood feet underneath his gargantuan height.

Polemistis hasn't had a great record with the Order of Mata Nui. First being his refusal of assistance during the Invasion of Exusia, then his enslavement in the Brotherhood of Makuta as a Warrior. Even though he's in their ranks, he is still disliked by many for his past. And sure enough, members murmured against him as he strafed by them.

He was soon in the courtyard of the main structure of the Fortress; where his destination lay in the bowels of the building. He stopped at the door, as a Toa stood guard with a mace and a shield; he wore gold and blue armor, obviously a Toa of Psionics. "Business, Lykos..." he asked, staring at Polemistis with a disgusted expression.

"Toa Helryx ordered of my presence, Toa..." Polemistis said calmly, as the Toa growled and opened his radio. "The Lykos is claiming he was under order to be in your presence, Helryx." the Toa said, listening to the voice on the other end. "Access granted Lykos... don't try anything funny..." the Toa scoffed.

Polemistis ignored the Toa of Psionics, as the Toa opened the gate—allowing Polemistis inside of the base.

Polemistis strafed through a brightly lit hallway as guards remained still, ignoring the Lykos as he did to them. Suddenly, Polemistis was greeted into a large, spacious room; where he took his place in the center of the symbol of the BIONICLE, which was the signification of Unity, Duty, Destiny.

A female figure stood on an elevated platform, as she was dressed in dark-blue and silver armor, an obvious Toa of Water. "Lykos..." she said, looking down at Polemistis with light-green illuminated eyes. "Toa..." Polemistis responded, looking up at his leader.

"You do understand why you're here, correct?" she asked, looking down at him continuously. ''"I'll assume it is something contained in my report..." Polemistis said, holding his hands behind his back as he looked up at her with crimson eyes.

"One thing in particular..." she said, stepping down the platform to meet Polemistis at his level, standing around two feet below his figure as he stared down at her as she did up to him.

"The Brotherhood—they have control of Syuth?" she asked, questioningly.

"From what the Polis said, and how the Evzones acted... I'd confirm that the Brotherhood has gained control of the island away from our watch..." Polemistis confirmed.

"I thought the Brotherhood backed off after the first invasion; the Leader of the Invasion was—" Helryx halted, looking down at the ground before finishing: "he was killed..."

"They obviously came back, once they gained control of my homeland—Exusia, it was only a certain amount of time..." Polemistis added, continuing to look down at her.

Helryx's tone suddenly turned strict, saying: "But before we get on that subject, Polemistis... would you like to explain the encounter you had with the two Toa in more depth?"

Polemistis understood her attempt to hide her emotion from him, as he played along saying: "Certainly... the Toa of Fire engaged me first, obviously attempting to kill both I and the Matoran..."

"You pierced a major organ and left him to bleed to death?"

"I did what was necessary to complete the Operation... you or any of the others would have done the same—"

"Why not immobilize him by shooting his leg?"

"What would have stopped him from starting the field on fire, killing both I and the interrogation target?"

Helryx bit her tongue, looking up at him; before asking: "Then what justified killing the other?"

"What would have stopped him from killing me?" Polemistis asked as a response, "and to my death—the supplies would continue to go in the direction of the Makuta... until that island is starved from valuable material and continue to the next one?"

Helryx looked up at him, angered; though wasn't about to lash at him quiet yet. "Just one more thing before I excuse you—why did you mention 'Exusia?"

Polemistis halted for a moment, before responding: "as we both know, the Brotherhood as foot-hold on my homeland... it’s also the border between the northern and southern islands..."

"So you mean—"

"They may be supplying Exusia for an assault on the northern hemisphere..."

Helryx stopped, nodding her head to this before responding: "Then that it all, Lykos..." Polemistis nodded his head, before turning around and proceeding out into the hallway which branched off from the spacious building.

He exited the structure, returning to the courtyard of the building. He halted, sand store into the night sky. "May the 'Long Night of Solace' protect I and my people..." he said, "and may it as well protect our homeland; swell it with peace and protection...

"O' 'Long Night of Solace,' may your warmth hold us tight—comfort us...

"And may we never forget...

"And may we believe..."

Characters

 * Polemistis, Protagonist
 * Helryx
 * Unidentified Matoran
 * Ollike
 * Unidentified Toa of Fire
 * Unidentified Toa of Lightning
 * Unidentified Toa of Psionics

Trivia

 * The Prologue alone is around 7 pages long in the Word Document; which is exactly the Author's favorite number.