Desires of Darkness (Story)

The Desires of Darkness web serial is the story version of a comic made by, Desires of Darkness. It is the same plot with the same characters.

Part 1
Lightning flashed in the crimson sky. The sun, however, still shone in a light orange color.

Then rested the mountain. A large, dark mountain full of mystery and danger. However, a small figure dared brave the danger of the mountain. He was a Matoran, but no ordinary Matoran - one on a mission.

This Matoran's name is Kyro. He is a messenger for an organization known as the Order of Mata Nui.

He was once a water-breathing resident of Mahri Nui. Now is an air-breathing resident of the newly reformed planet, Spherus Magna.

And right now, he is climbing the Mountain Nayi.

But little does he know, that the worst is yet to come.

CRACK!

Lightning flashed. The silhouette of a winged being flashed with the lightning. Kyro, however, did not notice the winged being. He kept climbing.

The Matoran then felt a shadow wash over him. He turned his head and gasped.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" asked the winged being sweetly, but mockingly.

Another winged being had flown up next to the first one.

"The Makuta?!" exclaimed Kyro in surprise. With their dark wings, silver outer ribs, and orange, glowing Tridax pods, he knew that the beings were Makuta - one of the very enemies of the Order of Mata Nui.

"Ooh, Kreol, let me get him! Let me!" squealed the second being excitedly to the first one.

"Patience, Trinken...you can get him once we get the answers we seek..." growled the one called Kreol, amused.

"Excellent, because I haven't used my Tridax pod in a very long time!" replied the one called Trinken.

Kyro shuddered, knowing he was dealing with two beings far stronger and deadlier than him. Bravely, he said "Sorry, but I don't spill my secrets!"

The Makuta hissed in anger.

"You made a grave mistake saying that, fool..." hissed Kreol, lifting one of his sharp blades.

"And you made a grave mistake picking on him," said a sure voice.

"What?!" growled Kreol in astonishment, turning around.

There, in front of him, was a being who was in midair because of the silver jet packs he possessed. The being was like green and wore the unmistakable Mask of Levitation, the Kanohi Miru Nuva, only sky-adapted.

The newcomer held a sharp, silver sword in one hand attached to a black and silver cannon-like launcher. In his other hand, he held a different sword, which was also silver and sharp.

Kreol recognized the being as a Toa. He stared at the him with wide eyes. Kreol then hissed.

"Leave the Matoran alone. Your quarrel is with me. Understood?" said the Toa without flinching.

"Nobody asked you to intrude, Toa!" spat Trinken.

"Nobody needs to," replied the Toa, strangely calm.

The Toa suddenly formed a small, green tornado that was set upon Trinken.

Trinken yelped, distracted. As Kreol realized what was happening, the Toa flew up to him and let loose an uppercut with one of his blades.

Kreol dodged the attack. Kyro, however, leapt of the rock and onto Kreol's back, poking the edges of his tools into the eyeholes of Kreol's mask.

"Ack! Can't see!" screamed Kreol, flying around. Kyro was yelling in excitement.

"Kyro! No!" shouted the Toa. As he flew after Kreol and the Matoran, Trinken flew below him and was rising.

Kyro was the first to see Trinken. "Toa, look below!" he yelled.

The Toa readied another tornado as he looked down. Trinken growled up at him and yelped in surprise as the Toa unleashed the second tornado on him.

"Agh!" screamed the Makuta. He flew right into a small, jagged edge.

There was a crack of armor as Trinken crashed into the edge.

"Trinken?! Trinken, was that you?!" screamed Kreol.

Kyro was still blocking Kreol's vision, when made the startled Makuta fly around wildly.

"Get-off-me-Matoran!" roared Kreol in anger. He gave off a violent jerk that shook Kyro.

"Kyro! No!" yelled the Toa in fear. He flew toward the struggling Makuta and the Matoran clinging onto him.

"Yahoo!" yells Kyro in joy.

The Toa then got an idea. He nodded at Kyro, who understand. He then let loose a third small tornado, this time at another jagged edge of the mountain. The impact caused a noise that made Kreol turn to the direction of it.

"What-?! Grr-! I'll get you, Toa, whether I have a worthless Matoran on my head or not!" screamed Kreol.

"Hey! I'm not worthless!" shouted Kyro angrily, pulling Kreol's head back suddenly.

"Argh!" screamed Kreol in pain, sailing toward the edge.

"NOW!" shouted the Toa.

Just when Kreol was about to crash into the jagged edge, Kyro, at last, leapt of Kreol, allowing the Toa to catch the falling Matoran.

"Final-"

CRUNCH.

Kreol sailed down toward the earth, motionless, and vanished in the distance. Kyro laughed. "His armor's probably made poorly, or else he wouldn't have made that crunching noise."

"Very funny," said the Toa, despite having to agree with the Matoran.

"You're Glader, aren't you?" asked Kyro, turning his head to face the Toa.

"You've forgotten me after so long? I still remember rescuing you from that Rahi as if it were yesterday!" said the Toa called Glader, beginning to fly up the mountain.

"Don't remind me," muttered Kyro. He then remembered his goal. "Our leader wanted me to give you a message on a certain...task. She also wants me to accompany you."

"Understood. Once we get to my secret hideout, we can talk," said Glader, keeping his voice down.

Kyro nodded in response.

Meanwhile, the evil Makuta who were supposedly defeated bid their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and accomplish the same quest the Toa and the Matoran were to complete.

Only their goal was...different. Much different.

Characters

 * Kyro
 * Glader
 * Trinken
 * Kreol