Dark Origins

Story.
This story details my own mocs along with other mocs from other users. The title of the story is based off of Makuta Serrakaan who will be the main antagonist of the story. This story is also based off of canon events in the prime universe and details events from The rule of Makuta Miserix to the end of Spherus Magna. The story goes from the perspectice of one character to the next, so it won't be all about just one character. Enjoy the story and I hope you will be pleased.

Prologue.
Stars, were spotted against the night sky, looking down at the peaceful coves and shorelines of the Northern Continent of the Prime Universe. The waves were reflecting the stars radiant brightness, makeing a glittering shine accross each wave as they beat against the rocky shores. Darkness was spread over the island, with only the light of the stars to shed light accross the tree tops, turning the landscape into a pleasant, warm, and relaxing haven. The moon was full this night, its features clearly shown as it floated above the dark clouds in the night sky. The soft noise of the waves running slowly upon the shoreline, and the cool breeze echoing the sound of the billowing trees.

Two Matoran walked down the beach, hand in hand, looking into each others eyes, with a hint of romance. They stopped and looked out at the waves, and for a momment only a slight breeze could be heard. They shared this momment with glee and silence, smileing the whole time. They closed their eyes to hear the sound of the waves, as if they were a theraputic lull to help pass the time.

This moment, was to be theirs, and theirs alone. They were in heaven, as very few beautiful nights of this sort came to that particular shore of the Continent. As they closed their eyes, the cool breeze blowing past their faces and through the trees, the water lapping against their feet. Suddenly, one sound changed the scenery from wonderful, to terrible. A blood curdling scream rang out from the forest.

The two matoran looked to the trees to see what emitted the terrible yell, and they soon saw a being, running, or rathing limping at a fast pace, toward them. His face was ridden with a great fear that strode his scream as it exited his open mouth. His whole body was dripping in a dark, thick liquid, that slowly ran down his chest and legs, leaveing a trail behind him. The Matoran yelled and ran away from the bloody mess that the poor being was. He screamed for them to stop and help him, but they continued to run, until they were out of sight among the rocks of the shore. A sense of hopelesness clouded his mind, he believed that nothing could save him now, and that he was dead, but just he hadn't let go of his earthly body yet.

He fell upon the beach, and lay there screaming and crying, his tears soon mixing with the blood of his face, causing his eyes to burn. Blood poured from his open mouth, drowning out the screams of terror, and then, utter silence, as his body lay upon the beach. A great shadow fell over the body, looking down to see if it had met true death. The sound of a blade being drawn melded with the sound of the waves, and then, the blade that was drawn was slowly thrust into the body, still breathing. A gurgleing noise could be heard as the blade passed through one of the beings lungs, and the release of the last puff of air spoutted out of his mouth as blood filled his lungs, and then, he closed his eyes, never to open them again.

The blade was slowly withdrawn out of the body, the blade being covered in blood, dripping onto the white sand. The great shadow looked down upon the corpse, and soon turned to the forest and vanished among the thick of the trees, with no more noises heard, just the waves, now red with blood, beating across the white beach.

About that same time of that night, two messengers were headed to a fortress they kept on the eastern coast of the island. They were a group of bandits that stole priceless artifacts for their own amusement and collection. They had grown into a sizeable organization from only a few dozen to a couple hundered.

They kept their base on the Northern Continent, which is where all of the artifacts were stored. They, on rare occasions sold their artifacts to those who would pay a correct price, mostly, to avoid conflict, they would sell to the Dark Hunters, and they made quite a fortune doing so. They had stolen so many things in the recent month, that they had bountys put on their heads, and many people competed to collect such a bounty. The Shadowed One even sent his Dark Hunters after them, just to collect more money, but the great battle that ensued between the two factions lead to the deaths of eighty seven matoran. Now they went from theives, to murderers.

Unfortunately, the murders were brought to the attention of another organization, one that was much more feared, and dangerous than both combined, and this organization had a reputation for dealing with such disturbances. The organization, was known only as The Brotherhood of Makuta. When the news of the murders spread to the ears of their leader, he was so enraged, that he sent out his deadliest servant, the one who all Makuta respect or even fear, the one, they say that no living being, can kill; The Blood Summoner.

The Blood Summoner was the deadliest assassin in the entire Brotherhood, and had been known for centuries only as a myth, but the group of bandits soon found out, that there were more powerful beings in the universe, than the Dark Hunters. They had believed that their fortress was impregnible, but they were horribley wrong.

The two messengers that were on their way to the fortress were about to see that the myth that was The Blood Summoner, was no mere myth. As they walked along the beach toward the fortress, they spoke to each other about previous conquests, most notibly, their fight with the Dark Hunters.

"Whooo, the Dark Hunters can certainly put up a good fight, but hey, at least we got away with the loot."

The other messenger responded, and said.

" Yeah, and it wasn't even valuable stuff, it was only a couple of Toa stones, a few old weapons, and some ancient tablets talking about some cave with a big green pool inside of it, I mean, who really cares about that kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, it was a complete wast of time, and lives, we lost thirteen guys during that fight, and they were some of the best. But I think we got like three of the Dark Hunters, so I guess it's an eye for an eye."

They kept bantering on about things of the same sort, until they got to the front gate of the fortress. The stoped for a few seconds, expecting to be let in by their comrades. However, they got caught up in conversation, and did not realize that a few seconds turned into a few minutes, and a few minutes turned into ten. Finally one of them realized that the doors had not opened for them, and that was unusual. So he yelled over the wall to his comrades.

"Hey!!!! Were back!!! Hello?!!! Hello!!!!!!!"

No one answered, which was even more unusual.

"That's not right, they should be there, but they may be busy so we'll just wait."

They waited for another five minutes, and nothing happened, and one of the messengers was getting a little worried.

"Hey maybe we should climb the wall, I mean, no one's coming, and I want to see what is going on."

"Come on, they are just out, look, see one of the ships are gone."

"Oh yeah, then why are there no people inside to defend the fortress? Zorron would never leave his fortress unguarded."

"Well you have a point there. Do you have rope and a hook?"

"Yeah, but the hook's kind of rusty."

"Who cares, we just need to get up this wall, now you have me curiouse."

They tied the rope to the end of the hook, and soon, after three tries, hooked it into the stone on the other side of the wall. The went up one at a time, the hook was a little bent after the first messenger was up the wall.

"Come on, it's your turn!"

"Do you see anyone up there?!" Yelled the other messenger in response.

"No not yet! Come on! Hurry up!!!"

The last messenger was half way up the wall, until the rope gave a little jurk and he stopped, his knuckles white from strain.

"Check the hook!! See if I can make it up the rest of the way!!"

"It's fine you woose!!!! Get up here!!"

He began to climb, still unsure of his grip, so he was a bit slow. Finally he was almost at the top when the hook gave way and the rope fell down. He screamed as he was about to fall thirty feet to the ground when the other messenger dove and caught him by the hand. And after a little struggle he pulled him up.

"See, no sweat."

"Shut up." Said the other messenger.

After this exchange, they both went down the stairs into a small courtyard, where there was nothing out of the ordinary, accept, no people. They looked arround and saw no sign of foul play, no sign of anything, it was as if they had just vanished. The met in the middle of the courtyard and both confirmed that nothing was out of the ordinary, until one of them said.

"Maybe they are inside."

They both went to the doors. The doors were very large and heavy, and were usually open, but in this case they were closed. The pushed as hard as they could and they did not open. Finally one of them pulled out a grenade and made a gesture to the other messenger to stand back. He threw the grenade and it blasted the door open. The flash of the explosion left them blinded for a few seconds, so they could not see into the fortress, also it was only one hour passed midnight so it was already dark enough. They walked in and one of the messengers stepped into something cold, thick, and wet. He did not know what it was so he just kept walking, but after only a few steps, they found out what it was.

They looked arround the main hall, the place was filled with gore, blood was all over the floors, walls, and even a little on the ceiling. Bodies were lying all over the place, and they were all covered with blood. Two bodies were pinned on the walls by a sword sticking through there chest, blood dripping off of them and onto the floor. One of the bodies were hanging from the ceiling by a chain that was wrapped arround it's mouth, but suddenly, the jaw of the body broke off from the head and the body and half of the head came plummeting down from the high ceiling. They splattered when they hit the floor, and splashed blood onto the two messengers. They were just in a shocked silence, but this made them scream. They screamed until their lungs felt like bursting, and one of them slipped and fell into a puddle of blood and body parts. They eventually regained their composure and stood silent for a little while. Finally one of them broke the silence and whispered.

"What the heck has happened."

There was another awkward silence, as they just looked at all the bodies, they recognized many of them, and this made the situation only worse. The walked to a stairway and tried not to slip in the blood that covered the stairs. They got to the top of the stairs, and it was just as unsettling as before. More bodies were on the floor, a couple were cut in half, and a headless corpse was stabbed into the wall with a longsword. They walked through the bloody mess into the main conference room. There were bodies impailed on one of the decorative spears that lined the wall. They soon went into their leaders quarters and saw that there were no bodies on the inside, so they rushed in and shut the door behind them. They walked over to a table with many documents spread over it. The fumbled through them and looked through most of them very quickly. Eventually they found the personal journal that belonged to their leader. They opened it to the last entry and read.

''"I have just received word that the raid of one of the toa fortresses were successful. A few artifacts were retrieved, some of which were very plain and nonexpensive, but a particular tablet intrigued me. However after receiving the artifacts I was informed that during the theft, six Dark Hunters attack my forces. I should have guessed that any dealings with the dark hunters would end savagely. Well at any rate, my men fought against the Dark Hunters and unwittingly caused an avalanche that destroyed a nearby Matoran village of eighty seven inhabitants. My forces thought nothing of it, so they foolishly just let it go and did nothing to aid the matoran. As thrilled as I was about the tablet I received, I was enraged at my strike team for causing such a disaster. They just do not see the big picture here; I only wished to be an organization that specialized in theft, but now, my forces are considered nothing less than murderers! The last organization to cause a mass murder was mysteriousely and gruesomely killed, none of them survived to tell the tale. I am moving most of the artifacts that are most valuable to a new fortress on one of the Southern Islands, as another mass murder is expected to occur. People say that no other organization can triumph over the Dark Hunters, but I know of one, and if they have received word of what happened to that Matoran village, than it may already be to late." ''

They looked at each other with extreme shock, as they remembered well the legend of the mass murder which he was referring to. The blame of the murder went to a mythical creature known as The Blood Summoner. As soon as the words, "The Blood Summoner" went through their minds, they realized that they were in a heck of alot of trouble. Every corpse they had seen that day was completely drowned in blood, which is practically a calling card for someone known as The Blood Summoner. They also remembered one more major detail of each of the Blood Sommoner legends, and that is that there were never any survivors.

No more words needed to be said, as they both came to the same conclusion at the same time. They both bolted for the door and ran as fast as they could, to get as far away from the fortress as possible. They ran down the stairs and slipped and fell the rest of the way down. They both got up, covered in blood from the puddle they had just fallen into. They ran at full speed for the door, and suddenly, they felt cold, as if the temperature had dropped instantly, their hearts started to beat so fast that they had to stop running for a second, even though their minds kept saying over and over again "HURRY! HURRY! GET OUT OF THERE!!!!"

This conflict only slowed them down, and they could hardly breath. Suddenly, they realized that it was alot darker in that room than when they had first entered. They heard something above them, and one of the messengers looked up at the ceiling very slowly, his heart beating out of his chest. He saw something black hanging upside down from the ceiling. It hissed and flew down and grabed him and flew into the shadows in an instant. The screams of the one messenger rang off of the stone walls. Suddenly there was a gurgleing sound, along with the sound of flesh ripping and tearing. The other messenger ran as fast as he could, but he felt as if he were in a dream, as if he was running in slow motion out towards the courtyard. However,as he was trapped in all of the horrible visions going through his brain, he forgot that the gate was closed, and that there was no way one person could open it. However, through the fear of it all, he hurled his body into the side of the door, in a vain hope that it would somehow miracurously open, but it did not.

He fell to the ground in front of the gate, and he put his back to the gate and sat down and screamed for someone to help him.

"Help!! Help!!! Help me!!!! Please someone!!!! Please Help!!!!!!! "

He screamed and cried in his hopelessness, and in a few seconds, he saw a tall hooded figure comeing out of the shadows in the fortress. He screamed as the figure slowly approached.

"OH MATA NUI HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The hooded being was now close enough to touch him.

"OH GOSH, SOMEONE PLEASE!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

He was going to keep screaming for someone to help him, someone to save him, but no one came, no one. He began to cough up blood, and he spewed it out as he tried to scream, but only a gurgleing sound came instead. The tall hooded being drew a long slender sword out of his cloak, and whipped it out in one very fast motion. Then all of the noise stopped, accept for the head of the messenger hitting the floor. The tall shadow then walked up the steps to the top of the wall to oversee the outer surroundings, and suddenly, the shadow dissapeared. There was a ship on the waters nearing the fortress. Zorron and his forces had come back

Meanwhile abored the ship.

Zorron was looking over the ledge of his ship, gazing toward the Northern Continent. The beach shone white against the night sky, and the stars were still shineing their radience upon the seemingly black ocean. The smell of the salty sea was calming and chilling at the same time, and the crew of the ship were either asleep or barely awake.

Zorron however, was wide awake. He was quite uneasy about what may have transpired at the fortress while he was gone, even though he was only gone for a day. There was a dark threat growing in the back of his mind as the ship neared the docs, it was quiet, to quiet. No lights shown from the fortress, and none of his guards were on patrol. They weren't even camping on the beach like they would after a difficult theft had been accomplished.

More than one thing was out of place, and Zorron did not like it. He looked down at his knuckles and noticed that they were white, he did not realize that he was holding on to the rail so tightly. He slowly opened his hands and his joints krackled from the strain, the stress of it all was wearing him down. But he knew he had to stay alert, he did not no exactly why, but it still was all he could think of.

Suddenly, as if he was launched from a dream, he shook as he heard his captain yell.

"Land Hoe!!!!!!!!!"

He straitened his back and slowly walked up the stairs and entered the bridge of the ship. The captain looked at Zorron and quickly stood at attention. Zorron looked unimpressed, but was pleased that he was shown his respect.

"Contact the fortress on the mainland, tell them to bring the last shipment of artifacts down to the docs for loading." Said Zorron sharply.

The captain looked at Zorron with a whinse in his expression and said.

"I have already attempted to contact them four times, and they have not responded sir."

Zorron looked frustrated and said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Well try again, and this time use the open channel."

The captain nodded, and did not wish to anger Zorron by telling him that he had already used the open channel, so he just tried it again.

"Mainland this is the Saluten one, over"....................................... "Mainland please respond"

There was no response for five minutes. The captain kept repeating himself, just to look formal for Zorron, when normally he would have given up by then. Eventually, after ten minutes of attempting to contact the mainland, something came over the comm. The voice, sounded gurgled, like he had something caught in his throat, his tone was unurgent, and hopeless, he spoke in a small whisper, and only got out two words.

"Help me...................................................................."

And then there was nothing but static. The captain looked shocked and frightened as he looked at Zorron. Zorron did not look suprised, but he showed a trace of sadness and frustration. He turned away and looked out at the fortress, it was completely dark, and rather dead looking, as if no one had visited it for a thousand years. The ship had already docked and the sound of the waves was all that could be heard. While still faceing away from the captain, Zorron mumbled a command to the captain in his anger.

"Send out the scouts. I want them armed and ready for a quick escape. Tell them to flee to the ship should anything go very wrong, and when I say that, I mean a perpetual life and death situation."

The captain nodded and went down the stairs and onto the deck, where he called the scouts. He had them armed with poison darts, flash grenades, and Dragon rifles, which could take down a Muaka in one hit. They walked onto the dock and quickly advanced into the forest, heading toward the fortress, and using the trees as cover. Zorron did not like them going into the darkened forest, as it was a clear disatvantage, seeing as it was already dark enough. Zorron looked out and squinted so that he might see just a little better, but as soon as the final scout dissapeared into the forest, it turned into a waiting game. He closed his eyes and listened, and waited. Nothing happened. There was nothing, absoluteley nothing. After a few minutes, he called on one of the comunicators and said.

"Strike team one, do you read me? Over."

There was a quick response from the leader of the strike team.

"I read you loud and clear sir."

"What's your status?" Replied Zorron.

"Well sir, it's alot darker than we thought it would be, but I had the others spread out so that we wouldn't bump into eachother, so we should be clear. Gosh, it's alot darker than I had thought when I entered the forest, I should have brought the night vision goggles to see. I think Unit Three has one in his pack. Unit three, I need to barrow one of your night vision..........................................

The lead scout looked behind him, where unit three was supposed to be, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Unit three? Come in. Come on man I can't see you in this dark....... Wait, what's that up there in the top of that tree? I saw something move. Unit three?! Where are you? Unit three, I need you to respond.............................

Suddenly, there was only static. Zorron looked out toward the black forest, and saw nothing. He waited for a little bit, and then he heard a loud BANG! from the forest. He then heard it again, BANG! BANG! and again BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! It was undoubtedly the soud of the Dragon rifle that he armed his troops with, and if one shot did not take down the intended target, they had a very large problem. Suddenly he actually saw something, it was a small flash inside the forest, which illuminated the darkness for about three seconds. It must have been one of the flash grenades. A few seconds later he heard more shots from the Dragon rifle, followed by a long chilling scream from one of the scouts. More shots were fired, and more screams were heard. Zorron was a little shaken by this, and so he looked at the captain and said.

"Send out the next strike team! NOW!!! I want them armed with cuncussive grenades and RPG's. NOW!!!!"

Befor the captain could summon a reply, a titanic wave came from the sea and slammed against the ship knocking it on it's side and crushing the dock. Zorron and a few of his soldiers were able to swim far enough away from the ship befor the under water drag of the sinking ship pulled them under. They went along the beach and knelt down, breathing hard. Thirteen soldiers survived the sinking of the ship, and thirty three went down with it. Zorron was very sure exactly what they were up against, as thing of the sort do not happen coincidentally like what had just happened.

He stood up and looked up at the night sky, and by the position of the moon, he determined that dawn was only about an hour away. He only hoped that he and his men would survive long enough. He pulled out his desert five, which has a very powerful shot. The only problem was that he had only fourteen shots with it. He kept it close by, just in case he should have to whip it out quickly. He then made the decision that they would make a final attempt to reach the fortress. Once there, he would activate the distress signal and use it to draw any neighboring ships to his aid. The main problem was reaching the fortress, as the scouts seemed to all have been killed, or so he thought, until he heard another scream coming from the forest. He jumped up and ran toward the forest makeing wild signals with his hands for his soldiers to follow.

They all ran into the forest and looked for the scout that was last heard, as the scream did not seem very far off. They walked arround and looked for the scout, sweat dripping from their bodies, just out of sheer nervouseness, as they turned in three hundered sixty degree circles after just about every step. However, the direction they did not look, and the only direction they should have been looking ,was up.

Zorron, decided to leave his men to find the scout, so that he could go to the fortress and find that Tablet. He had foolishly left it there and he knew that it was of some significance, and he also knew that many people would like to get their hands on it. So, as soon as he got his bearings, he ran out of the forest and ended up right near the front gate. Blood ran out from under the gate, and pooled right where he had just placed his foot. Zorron was not completely disturbed by this, but it did not make him comforted, as he knew that more things of the sort was bound to be inside the fortress. However, since the front gate was closed, he had to find another way in, and seeing as he had the fortress built, he knew exactly where to look.

He walked around the side of the outer wall from the gate, and made sure to carefully count the paces he took. After slowly running his hand down the wall, he stopped at fifty paces, and looked up and down the wall. Eventually after a little searching, he found a certain brick that had a perticular symbol on it. He pressed his hand onto the brick and pushed, and when he did, a gap opened in the brick just a few feet above his head. He reached up and was about to go into the passage, when he heard the sound of more dragon rifles going off, BANG, BANG BANG!!!!! Each time they got louder, meaning the shots were coming closer! He leapt into the passage and turned a knob in the side of the wall, and it closed the door behind him.

He began to climb up the stairs, until he finally reached another door. He pushed the door and it revolved to where as soon as he walked through, it shut behind him, the secret door was hidden behind a very tall statue, and it would be difficult to find it without knowlege of it's wearabouts. He soon went into his chamber and began to rummage through some tablets he had on his table, and it was gone! It had vanished! He cursed aloud at the disappearance of such an important documentary, and kept looking. He had practically ransacked his chamber looking for it, but it just wasn't there.

Suddenly he heard footsteps slowly advanceing on the stone floor. He whipped out his Desert five and aimed it at the door. He saw the knob the door turn, and the door opened slowly. Zorron immeadiately fired one shot from his Desert five, and then he heard a body hit the floor. He slowly went into the next room and saw the being he shot. It was one of his soldiers.He dropped to one knee to see if he could feel a pulsation in his wrist, and he felt a very small one, But then, the soldier coughed up alot of blood and spit it on the floor, and he was trying to say something to Zorron. Zorron listened and tried to make out what the soldier was telling him, and he only made out two wordsthat the soldier said, as the soldier was coughing up blood, he said to Zorron.

"Behind you."

Zorron looked behind him as he quickly stood up and saw a tall figure, far taller than his soldiers; It was cloaked in black robes, and a hood hid it's countenance from sight. He backed up against a table in the meeting room and noticed that there was a body impailed on one of the decorative spears. The Hooded figure slowly advanced, and Zorron whiped out his Desert five, and unloaded the rounds.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click, Click ,Click.

He ran out of shots! Panic struck him, and he turned tail and ran as fast as he could down a near flight of stairs, trying not to slip in the puddles of blood. He got to the bottom of the staircase and kept running, only barely noticing the gore that was spread out all over the room. He ran through the front door and saw that the gate was now crashed to the ground, and so he sprinted over it and into the forest.

He did not stop once, even when he slammed through the sharp brush, it cut him all over his legs and uper body, but he ignored all of that pain and kept running. He looked at some of the trees and realized that blood was pooring slowly down the side of them, but he did not dare look up to see what the cause of it was. He eventually ran out to the beach and was running as fast as he could out to the ocean, and then he stopped, breathless, as he realized the situation.

There was no longer a boat, the dock was obliterated, and he had nowhere else to run. He then decided, that he would have to meet his fate, or share the gruesome fate of his comrades. He looked back toward the forest and saw a black shape inside, almost completely blending into the shadows. Suddenly in a blure, the shadow rushed toward him, he closed his eyes, not wishing to see what was going to happen to him. But then, nothing.

He opened his eyes to see the tall black shape standing in front of him, looking down at him, with cold red eyes. The black shape looked into his eyes, and did not move for a few seconds. Then the black shape grabed him and lifted him off the ground by his neck, and once again, stared him straight in the eyes.

Suddenly, the shadow released him, and let him fall to the ground, and the tall shadow disappeared back into the forest, Zorron fell almost unconscious, and then, the sun came out. Zorron felt relief from the sunlight, as if it protected him from the shadow. But he also had one other feeling, and that feeling was, that this was not the last time he would see the shadow face to face, and that feeling chilled him to his bones. With this he fell into unconsciousness, letting the water lap against his feet, and the sound of the waves consume the horrific screams he had heard earlier that night. And he would never forget them, for the rest of his life he will know, that the myth of the Blood Summoner, was no mere myth.

Chapter 1. ~ Dark Silence.
Two days prior to the Prologue.

The sun was barely starting to set, it's shine turning the clouds into a pinkish and blueish tint, marking the end of yet another day. The beautiful colors were reflecting off of the waves as they crashed against the rocky shorline of an island called Destral. Destral was usually a quiet place, one that seemed to have absolutely no inhabitants, but the fact, was quite the contrary. In fact, one hundered inteligent beings lived there, these beings called eachother brothers, but they were more so brothers than Toa, they were only limited to one hundered not only on the island, but in the entire universe itself. They were close together, they all knew things about eachother, and everyone knew everybodies name. They however did not live spread thin across the island, but in a massive fortress that towered above the clouds. But, just by the idea that they were the same species does not mean that they had the same personalities, in fact, the truth was quite the oposite. Some Makuta were more outgoing and less hostile to their brothers, and others were rather closed to the others, not revealing much to the others about themselves, but still afiliated themselves with each other. However, there were very few, that did not even speak to others, and kept completely to themselves. One of these Makuta, was named Serrakaan.

Serrakaan was always cold, and distant, and never socialized with any accept the leader of the Brotherhood. He was a little more than mysterious, and other Makuta would talk about him as if he were a completely different species entirely. However, for one so outcast, he certainly made quite a name for himself among the Brotherhood as the chief assassin. Miserix, who lead the Brotherhood, always looked to Serrakaan to pass out justice to those who needed to be reminded of the order of things. And by justice, Miserix always meant the penalty of death. There were some cases in which death was not a required punishment, but when it was, Serrakaan usually carried out that sentence. This is the reason that Miserix summoned him tonight, for Serrakaan's job, was never ceasing.

As the sun went down, more noises could be heard arround the fortress. Gorast and Zygirld were training with one another in one of the combat training rooms. Mutran and Chirox were working on a new breed of rahi that would help as transports for the Matoran. Tridax was looking at various maps of other islands, while Antroz sat in his quarters sharpening one of his many blades. Vamprah walked around the fortress, makeing his silent rounds, as he to, was antisocial. Benjarmin was speaking with Gothmog about certain events that occured in Metru Nui. Teridax and Terradon were bideing their time in the library of forbidden knowlege. And Miserix was speaking with Icarax concerning a mission.

All of these Makuta had their own agendas. However, Serrakaan, never left his quarters, unless he was summoned by Miserix. Serrakaan's quarters were not even located where the others were, but his was located deep under the fortress of Destral in the catacombs, and there he stayed. He did not care for anything or anyone, only himself. He was usually selfish with his time, and never socialized with the other Makuta.

As Serrakaan sat in his quarters, looking at his numerous trophies he had hanging from the wall. He had received a mission from Miserix earlier that day. A tablet was sent down to his quarters with all of Miserix's instuctions on it. Serrakaan picked up the tablet and read it carefully, as he wanted no misunderstanding as to how the mission was to be carried out.

"''A group of bandits have been on the loose for quite some time. Normally I would ignore petty thefts like the ones they have been commiting, but three days ago, things turned rather violent between them and the Dark Hunters, and in the ensueing battle, the bandits set off a bomb in order to escape, and the explosion caused an avalaunche. It interrupted the battle and allowed them to escape, but it also tumbled the rest of the way down the mountain and utterly destroyed the Matoran village below. Many Matoran, died, in the disaster that followed. They have now crossed the line from thieves, to mass murderers, and I want them to pay penance. I decided that the world needed to be reminded that such things will not be tolerated, and so I decided not to leave this mission to the Dark Hunters, because I want guaranteed results. Do what you will to them, but I want all of them killed. Also, they have foolishly stolen an important tablet from one of our abandoned fortresses on Stelt, apparently it got left behind, and the tablet states the location of a very large pool of Energized Protodermis. I want it back. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, many dangerous consequences would occur. Your targets are both on the Eastern end of the Northern Continent. Return in no less than three days, I may have another mission for you."''

Serrakaan placed the tablet down onto a stone table and rose out of his chair. He left that room and walked down several stairways, until he got to a room with a large stone table in the center of it. On this table was laid out a huge map of the matoran universe. It showed the climate and placement of every island in all of it's detail. He looked at the Northern Continent on the Eastern side. It was perfectly secluded and not near to many Matoran villages. It was perfect for his mission. No one would interfere with the mission because it was supposed to be a secret fortress, so who would know to look for it. And also no one would go to help them, no matter how loud they screamed. This would bring him so much more pleasure. He could let them scream as loud as it suited them, and it would be completely useless.

Serrakaan took pleaure from hearing the screams of his victims, and the more there were, the more theroputic it would be to him. It gave him so much pleasure, that going on a mission would almost not even be worth it without the screams. He believed that a scream for life was the most intriguing thing there was. No matter how loud they screamed, life was still going to leave them. Their final screams were so full of dispair as they marked the end of their sinful lives. It gave him pleasure to end each and every one of them. Not only this, but he was given the authority to do so. It made the task his responsibility, a responsibility that also gave him pleasure. He strayed away from his thoughts and back to the task at hand.

He then went to a large statue of himself at the opposite end of the room. The statue, was holding a sword that was facing up. Serrakaan reached out his hand and turned the sword so it faced downward. Suddenly, the statue slid asside, and created another portal to walk through.

He stepped down through several stairways and into a final room where there was a large stone box in the center of it, and many blades were hanging on the wall. He looked at one of them, it was a longsword. Slender, light, and strong. He could wield it with unparaleled speed, and with it, he could slay any who tried to hinder him. There was script carved into the blade, and it was written in an unknown language. The blade sunk into the hilt and Serrakaan passed the hilt up his sleeve. He was now prepared for his mission.

He walked out, the statue slid back into it's former place in front of the door. He then walked through many different rooms and got to the front door of his quarters. He then walked out of his quarters and shut the door behind him. He traveled through many tunnels until he got to a rather large door. The door opened on his arrival and he walked past it, and it shut fast behind him. In front of him, was a large pool of energized protodermis, and above the pool, was a trap door that came from the throne room. He walked around the pool of Energized Protodermis and went up a secret passage that was hidden behind one of the Brotherhoods tapestries in the fortress. He walked down another hallway and passed the convication chamber. Eventually, he went into the throne room and went out of the main gate. The Visorak shivered at his presence, and so did the Rahkshi. He walked to the coast of the island until he finally got to the rocky beach. He stopped and looked out at the ocean. It was time to travel to the Northern Continent. Suddenly, Serrakaan dissapeared in the blink of an eye.

Soon, Serrakaan arrived on the Northern Continent, as the Sun had just gone down, and the moon arose into the sky. Dark clouds eclipsed some of it's radient light, barely casting a shodow of Serrakaans countenence on the beach. Serrakaan soon walked into the darkened forest and got a good look at the fortress. It was vast, but not near the size of the fortress on Destral, so navigation was not bound to be difficult. He noticed that there were several guards walking around the outside walls. He decided to take them out first, and to do so silently.

He swooped out of the forest and caught one by the throat and swooped right back into the darkened forest. His quick movements made him only a black blure, he caught the last one in the line of guards, so no one knew he was gone. When Serrakaan got back into the forest, he squeezed his claws into the guards neck, blood sprayed out of the opened wound, and the guard was only able to make a small squeek before he bled to death, and then he opened his hand and the guard fell dead. The other four guards would be a simple matter. Serrakaan hovered over them and picked them off one by one, only seconds apart, and by the time of three seconds later, there was only one guard left. The other guard turned around and did not see anyone behind him. He let out a shocked squeel and droped his gun. Serrakaan swooped down then and grabed the guard and flew into the forest. The other three guards were covered in blood, hanging from small branches high in the trees, as when Serrakaan grabbed each one, he imbeaded his claws all the way through their lungs and out the other side of their body. The reason being, if he perferated their lungs, they could not scream, thus not giving away his presence......Yet.

After desearting the bodies in the forest, he flew over the wall and into the courtyard. There were crates all over the place filled with different artifacts, but not the one he was looking for in particular. He assumed that it was under heavy guard somewhere in the fortress, so that was the next place he was headed. However, from the sound of it, the inside of the fortress was full of people, or, in Serrakaan's point of view, potential victems.

Suddenly, the door of the fortress opened and Serrakaan flew over the courtyard and pearched on one of the higher walls, looking down at the guards with anticipation, like a Cliff Screecher does when it is about to swoop down on it's prey. One of the guards walked out into the coutyard, alone. Serrakaan, like the Cliff Screecher, flew down and grabed his victm and sunk his claws into his body. The guard tried to scream, but Serrakaan had already stabbed his lungs with the first strike, so the only noise that came from him, was the gurgleing noise of him coughing up blood. Serrakaan landed on the wall and dropped the body over the side. He looked back toward the main door, and looked inside the fortress from there. He saw that there were about thirty guards in the main entry hall, and he decided, that it was time to make his presence known.

Serrakaan saw another bandit coming outside, and so, he decided that he would not make any effort to muffle his scream. Serrakaan leapt on top of the unsuspecting bandit and smashed his body to the ground. The sound of bones snapping from the impact echoed all over the stone walls of the main hall. Serrakaan stood tall in the doorway, looking at his targets. They all looked back at him, mouths open wide, not believing what they had just seen.

After about three seconds of staring, the bandits raised there weapons. Serrakaan then activated the power of his mask. He emediately saw a change in the expression of each one of the bandits. The look of fear paralized them for another few seconds, and Serrakaan took advantage of this, and sped into the crowd. He unsheathed his blade and struck down three guards in three seconds, one right after the other, cutting huge gouges in the chests of the first two, and decapitating the last one. Many of the guards were knelt down coughing up blood and spewing it out all over the floor.

Serrakaan was like a shadowy blur, as he was flying around the room killing people with mere slashes to the chest, that were mostly fatal, but if they were already bleeding, than his mask would take an extra effect upon them. Many bandits were already dead on the floor with gouges ripped out of their chests, and a few without their heads. Most of the guards were making for the doorway to escape, but Serrakaan got to them before they could even step foot out of the doorway. Most of the guards were now running frantically around the room, screaming and trying not to slip and fall in puddles of blood.

There were however, a few guards that summed up the courage to attack Serrakaan, two of which ran at the same time straight for him. Serrakaan dodged their attacks and grabbed both guards by the face and threw them in opposite directions. They let go of their blades in mid air as they slammed against the wall seconds later. Before their blades even hit the ground, Serrakaan caught them and threw them right into the chests of the guards he had just flung against the wall. The swords impailed them and imbeaded themselves into the wall. Now there were two guards hanging on the walls by swords sticking threw there chests, with blood running down their bodies from the fatal wounds.

Another guard ran towards Serrakaan swinging a chain at high speeds around his head, and tried to hit Serrakaan with it. Serrakaan neatly dodged out of the way and and used Magnetism to slightly alter the direction that the chain was spinning. The chain now wrapped itself around the guards mouth at full speed. Serrakaan then directed the other end of the chain up to the ceiling and a great speed, yanking the guard off of his feet and snapping his neck. His head would have come off if the chain and his body had not stopped when they struck the ceiling. But his body did not fall all the way back down, instead, the chain was imbeaded into the stone ceiling, with the guard, hanging by his mouth at the other end.

Many more guards came running down the stairs and surrounded Serrakaan. They were all shivering in their armor but they believed that the only way to kill him was together, but they were sadly mistaken. Serrakaan was slaying them faster than they could come. More bodies, arms, heads, weapons and internal organs could be heard hitting the floor. Serrakaan grew bored of all of them surrounding him, and so, instead of using his blade to defeat his new opponents, he used one of his most powerful assets, his scream. Serrakaan blasted a power scream that shook the room. The guards all around Serrakaan exploded in a bloody wave that splattered blood all over the room. For a momment there was silence, and then, Serrakaan heard some one get up and start running. One of the guards had apparently survived, and was makeing a run for it. The gate was already open, so the guard flew past it and into the forest. He kept running until he accidentally triped over one of the guards that Serrakaan had killed earlier. This made the guard scream even more, as he got up and kept running. He ran out of the forest and out onto the beach, and saw two matoran on there. He screamed for their help, but just his horrific look made them run away, as he was covered in blood.

Serrakaan watched as the fool fell on the beach, and the Matoran wisely ran away. He was still breathing, so his wounds were not fatal enough. Serrakaan slowly walked over to his position, his gaze never turning away from the soldier, just in case he tried to run again. Serrakaan slowly drew his blade and then pointed it down at the guards back. Serrakaan then slowly and painfully inserted his blade into the guards back, through his lungs, and out the other end of his body and into the sand. Serrakaan heard a little puff of air come from the guards mouth, as this was the last breath taken by the victim. Serrakaan slowly withdrew the blade, the blade being covered in blood, dripping onto the white sand. He then slid the blade into the folds of his cloak while he looked down upon the corpse, and then he decided to go back to the fortress to find the tablet.

During the Prologue. He teleported back into the courtyard of the fortress. He closed the outer gate, and the door to the main hall behind him so the the gristley scene could not be visible from the outside. He then walked through the main hall, his cloak running through the bloody puddles along the floor. He went up one of the few staircasses and into another room, this room appeared to be a conference room. He walked forward, noticing the decorative spears sticking outward from high up the wall. He suddenly saw the door at the oposite end of the room open, and out came a guard wielding two daggers. He spun them with impressive skill as he lept onto the table in the center of them room and charged at Serrakaan. Serrakaan was ammused by this, but he still had to slay the guardian. With a little portion of his power, he forced the guard to suddenly fly into the air and slam against the ceiling, and on the way back down, the guard was impailed by one of the spears.

Serrakaan continued forward into the next room, where there was a large table, with many artifacts on it, but Serrakaan was only interested in one, the Tablet. He picked it up and looked at it; it was indeed the one Miserix wanted. He placed it in the folds of his cloak and then teleported outside and on the beach, his task was over, or so he thought.

He looked and saw two guards, similar to the one he had killed earlier, climbing the outside wall. One of Serrakaan's poloceis about assassin missions is to never leave any witnesses, so his job was not yet done. He flew upward to one of the higher walls and looked down at them, they were trying to get inside of the fortress. They eventually blew open the door with a grenade and entered. Then as soon as they walked inside. There was a loud thud and a splashing noise, followed by long screams.

Serrakaan felt a hint of pleasure with this, until at last, the screams halted, and the two guards continued up the same staircase he travelled up earlier. He flew down into the main hall and saw what made them scream. The body that was chained to the ceiling fell and landed right in front of them. The splashing sound was needless to say the blood that it landed in. After a few minutes of this observation, Serrakaan heard a loud yell upstairs. He flew upwards and onto the ceiling, looking down. He saw the two soldiers fall down the stairs and into another bloody mess. Serrakaan then darkened the room, so they would have trouble seeing him. Then he slightly activated his mask, but only slightly. The guards both got up and walked slowly toward the door. One of them stoped right under Serrakaan and foolishly looked up.

Serrakaan felt that it was the time to strike, as he flew down and imbeaded his claws through the stomach of the guard right under him, and a second later flew into the shadows with the guard and clamped his fangs onto the guards neck and ingested his life force, energizing him. He also ingested blood, not that he needed it, but he just prefered it more than other liquids where consumption was concerned. After the guard was drained dry of both blood and life energy, Serrakaan turned to find the other guard.

The guard had run to the outer gate and was now banging on the door, screaming for help. Serrakaan tore his claws out of the other guards corpse and slowly walked toward the terrified guard at the gate. He was screaming for Serrakaan to stop, but Serrakaan just increased the power of his mask to silence the fool. The guard spewed up blood as he fell to the ground in front of Serrakaan. Serrakaan then unsheathed his blade and decapitated the guard. The corpse rested in a large pool of blood, and Serrakaan had once again killed the last guard in the area, or so he hoped, until he flew up to the wall and saw a ship headed that way. He Then flew into the forest and watched from the shadows, seeing if the boat was going to dock. He may have more victims just yet.

Sure enough the boat did dock, Serrakaan could see the people on the boat gathering on the deck, getting ready to go into the forest. Serrakaan flew up into one of the trees so he could have an advantage of surprise against his foes. Soon enough, they ran out on the dock and onto the beach. They formed a line of defense and slowly walked into the forest. Serrakaan looked down on his victims below, and was pleased to see that they were beginning to get seperated. This would make his job far easier in reguards to killing them.

As they walked, Serrakaan slowly flew to another tree, positioned right over one of the scouts. He flew down and dragged him back up into the tree, his claws once again pierceing their lungs so no screams could be heard. After he had finished off the scout, he impailed him on a branch sticking out of the tree, and moved on to his next victim.

He repeated the process several more times in succesion, however, the lead scout noticed one of his men were missing, an reported it back to the ship. The lead scout looked right up a the tree Serrakaan was positioned in, and squinted his eyes as he looked up at Serrakaan. Serrakaan knew that he had been spotted, so he flew down and caught the guard and flew up into the tree. The last thing the scout saw were several of his comrades impailed on the branches of nearby trees, and soon, he felt what it was like.

Serrakaan impailed the lead scout, and blood exploded from the wound, falling down below, and landing on one of the scouts. The scout looked puzzeled for a momment, and then he began to look up and around him wildly, and then he saw Serrakaan in the tree, and he lost it. He screamed out loud, but found that he could not say anything, and only air came from his mouth, with no noise to be heard. He raised his Dragon Rifle and unloaded with careless shots, which attracted the other scouts.

In a blur, Serrakaan leapt down and grabbed the scout, as his comrades were coming in that direction. They saw what the thought was just a black blur slam into there comrade, and they began to unload their rifles. Serrakaan felt a few of the bullets hit his armor, and bounce off. They were not much of a problem, accept for the fact that their constant fire was causeing to much attention.

The forest went from dark, to pitch black. The scouts could not even see where they were shooting, they couldn't even see their hands in front of their faces. One of the guards just kept shooting anyway and accidentally shot one of his comrades. Another guard threw a flash grenade to the ground in hopes to iluminate the forest for at least a few sconds. The few seconds lit up the forest, and the scout looked behind him and standing behind him was Serrakaan. Serrakaan sliced his head right off with one swipe of his blade and then stabbed one of the other scouts. They started once again to unload their Dragon rifles, but in a futile effort.

The scouts stopped shooting when they started to bleed from various places, but then they screamed in agony as their bodies tore themselves apart. A bloody explosion covered the trees with the dark liquid, and also spelled the end for three more scouts. Only one was left, and he was running wildly, not even looking where he was going.

Serrakaan did not see him yet, and instead looked out at the ship, and saw the captain running up to the bridge, trying to head out to sea. Serrakaan could not let that happen, as this would jepordize his mission. In response, Serrakaan called upon a massive wave from the ocean. This wave completely overturned the ship and destroyed the dock. However, this did not kill them all. There were still more scouts that survived, and swam ashore, including the leader of the bandits himself.

It was then when Serrakaan spotted the last scout that survived his ambush, and he was going to make sure he was dead this time. He leapt in front of him, and the scout froze, in a small second of staring, he suddenly screamed as loud as he could, and Serrakaan soon silenced the scream. Serrakaan grabed him by the throat and squeezed. His fingers slowly went past the flesh and around the top of his spine, blood seeping from the wound. Serrakaan then let him go, and blood spat out of the open wound as he fell to the ground.

The other bandits must have heard the scream, and started to run into the forest. Serrakaan ascended to the tree tops and looked down at the last victims of his mission. The leader of the scouts was not seen, but he was somewhere nearby. The scouts were lined in a circle, so they could see all around them, and no one could go off by themselves unless he was given permission by Zorron. However, there was not any permission given, so they were all just standing in a circle waiting for the worst, and the worst soon came.

Serrakaan leapt down in the middle of the circle and stabbed two of them with his blades, and then he whirled around and decapitated the two across from him. Dragon Rifles were going off speratically, and they were doing little to no good. All of them were screaming in a fearful agony that made them want to kill themselves. Blood was being spewed out from their mouths, and their screams were being muffled by the sound of a blade sliceing quickly through flesh. Soon the entire circle was reduced to a fallen gory mess. None survived, accept their leader, who was not anywhere to be seen, but Serrakaan knew a good place to look for him.

He teleported to the front of the fortress and sure enough two guards were waiting at the front gate. They raised their riffles, but suddenly, just looking at the tall, dark shadow froze them to the bone. The temperature seemed to drop very quickly, and they began to feel weak in the knees. They slowly exhaled, trying not to make any noise, but blood came from their nostrils, and they could not breath in again. The opened their mouths trying to gasp for air, but their lungs were already full of blood. The suddenly fell to their knees and were spewing up blood, hoping to get it all out of their lungs, but it did not help. Serrakaan grabbed one of them by the throat and threw him through the gate, knocking the large doors down off the hinges. He whipped his blade across and decapitated the guard that was kneeling in front of the gate.

He walked through the gate and walked into the courtyard. He then teleported into the fortress and walked up the stairs into the next room. He saw Zorron rumageing through alot of tablets and artifacts, looking for the particular tablet that he took earlier. He walked into the room and right behind Zorron. He flew to the ceiling as Zorron turned around and shot at the door, and killed one of his soldiers. He went to the fallen soldier and to see if he survived. And Serrakaan leapt down behind him. The foolish guard told Zorron to look behind him, an when Zorron did, he rose up and unloaded his Desert 5. The bullets barely effected Serrakaan at all, and he kept walking toward him. Zorron turned and fled as fast as he could, Serrakaan let him run, and teleported to the forest, waiting for him.

He saw Zorron run past the tree he was in, and he was about to leap down and kill him, but something, clicked, in the back of his mind, as if he were disenclined to actually kill him. He watched Zorron run out to the beach and stop, as he finally realized that there was no escape. This pleased Serrakaan, as he rushed out and stoped right in front of Zorron. He grabbed Zorron by the throat and lifted him up, looking straight into his eyes. He then saw visions, involving Zorrons future, a power Serrakaan can utilize by staring straight into one's eyes. He let Zorron go, apparently he saw something in his future that would benefit him if he let him live. Serrakaan dropped him and then turned and went into the forest, knowing that it would not be the last time he met Zorron. He then teleported off the island, as his mission was complete, and now he headed back to Destral, so that he could report his success to Miserix. Serrakaan only wondered if Miserix's next mission would be as pleasing as this one, in fact, he was hoping it would be.

Chapter 2. ~ Makuta Courtesance.
Serrakaan's tall hooded shape cast a large shadow on one of the gates in the wall surrounding the Destral fortress. He had just gotten back from his mission, and he was quite successful. He knew well that Miserix would be pleased, as the fools were completely wiped out from the face of this earth. He had a feeling that Miserix would not like that he spared their leader, but perhaps that information, he would keep to himself.

The gate opened, as the sun was just going down, and Serrakaan walked past the gate and was greeted by Pridak, who had a very fearful look on his face. Serrakaan was not phased by this, as that was the look he normally got, however, he did not like how Pridak thought that just because he served Makuta Icarax, that meant he was untouchable. Pridak held onto the fact that Icarax did not want him dead, so who would stand against him, turns out, this theory was wrong, as Serrakaan looked him straight in the eye.

Pridak, swallowed down his fear, or at least some of it, and took a deep breath, and spoke to Serrakaan.

"Miserix would like to......um......... speak with you on...... um...... the success of your mission."

Pridak rolled his eyes, even he knew that he sounded like he was five feet away from a doom viper, however he could not control his stutters and pauses. However, he felt embarrased when Makuta Gorast walked by, looked at Serrakaan, and then looked at Pridak, and then walked away chuckleing. This was a low and subtle blow, and in front of Tridax no less. So when Serrakaan started to walk to the main gate of the fortress, he spat out these last words.

"Unless of course you did not complete your mission!"

Serrakaan stopped in his tracks, and at the same time Gorast and Tridax both looked at Pridak with a shocking, but excited look, as they were anxious to see what Serrakaan would do. Serrakaan suddenly whirled around and blasted a bolt of lightning at Pridak. It struk Pridak with cuncussive force and sent him flying backward. He slammed into the wall and fell to the ground, dead or unconciouse. Either way, Serrakaan continued forth to the main fortress, not careing of Pridak's fate.

Serrakaan walked to the front gate, and saw Icarax quickly walk to the gate where Serrakaan left Pridaks smokeing body. Icarax gave Serrakaan a angered glance as he walked past. Serrakaan did not care of this, he still was headed to the fortress.

Eventually he came to a very large gate where several visorak were sitting and waiting to drive off any not allowed in the fortress. However, as soon as they saw him, they scurreyed away and ran from the gate shivering. He walked into the archway and past the massive courtyard and in front of the gate that opened into the fortress. The gates opened and he walked inside, and they closed behind him.

Miserix was waiting on his throne, and he signaled to Serrakaan to come forth. Serrakaan stopped in front of him and payed his respects to him, and then he waited for Miserix to speak. Miserix held out his hand and said.

"Do you have it?"

Serrakaan took out a tablet from within his cloak, and gave it to Miserix. Miserix looked at it with great care, as if he were studying it. He then gave a nod of approveal, and looked at Serrakaan with acceptance.

"You have done well. I assume that you took care of the murderers that i assigned."

Serrakaan gave an accepted nod, and did not bother to mention the one he let live. Miserix smiled and then said.

''"Your work is good Serrakaan, these murderers, traitors, and theives need to be punished, and so far, you have succeeded in doing just this. I have another assignment for you, one that will require two people to complete, and you are one of them. I am aware you do not usually partner with others for your missions, however, this will be an acception. You and another operative will go and take down a certain clan of mysterious thieves',and traitors. They call themselves the Patrons of the Dark. They have a base on Stelt, and you are the only one I trust to complete this mission. You are to be the one to kill their agents, and stealth will not be required for this mission. There will be several captains, and they are going to be the targets of the other operative. She is your sister, Makuta Courtesance. But now to detail your mission. The fortress you are going to assault is rather large, so many soldiers may be spanned through its halls. I want you to find a way to get all of them to enter the courtyard in front of the fortress, and that is when you will strike. Use whatever means nessesary to kill them all. Courtesance will deal with the captains in her own manner, and then she will help you clear the rest of them away. After they are dead, return to Destral and report your success to me."''

Suddenly a voice reached out from the shadows in the fortress, and said.

"When do we leave?"

The voice was soft, and it almost had a seductive lul to it. It was soothing to hear, and did not inspire evil or anger, but rather peace. The one who spoke it soon stepped into the light and revealed herself to be Serrakaan's new ally, Makuta Courtesance. She was tall, almost as tall as Serrakaan, and she was slim, and not unpleasant to look at like Gorast or Zygirld. She bore white, and dark red armor, and her mask was not terrible, or fearful, but rather, beautiful. She inspired comfort with her presence, to most people, but Serrakaan new why she was the one Miserix chose to partner him with, and he knew that her looks were quite deceptive when it came to her combat abilities, or more rather, her capabilities as an assassin.

She walked forward and looked at Miserix, and gave Serrakaan a respectful nod, and then turned back to Miserix. Her blue eyes staring at Miserix's. Miserix responded to her question with ease and said.

"Leave tonight at midnight. and return no later than two days from today."

Both Makuta nodded and bowed respectfully and turned away, Miserix however stopped Courtesance and said.

"Take this to the librairy, and archive it. It is an important artifact that I want reserved for indescent times."

With that said, he gave her the tablet, and she turned and headed to the librairy, and Serrakaan had already left for his quarters. She walked up many flights of stairs and into the library. She walked past many rows until she got to a specific room where the more important documentries were kept. She then walked over to a symbol in the wall and pushed it in. Then a door opened in the wall and she walked into a small room and put it onto a shelf, where only a few documents were kept, and even a few scrolls.

She was about to leave when she caught a glimpse of someone else in the room, and she quickly deduced who it was. It was Makuta Teridax, Miserix's second in command, and wise counselor on difficult decisions. Teridax, like herself, could usually be found in the library, as they both had a lust for knowlege, and no doubt he was here to inspect the new addition to the library. Teridax always seemed to have a dark side to him, and it made even Courtesance believe that he might be capable of treason, despite how much Miserix would argue otherwise.

Teridax leaned forward and spoke softly to Courtesance.

"Now what is this new addition to the library, and why is it so important as to be kept here?" He said this as if he were asking himself the question, but Courtesance answered him anyway.

"It is one of the few tablets stating the location of one of the largest pools of Energized Protodermis that is not located on Destral. It was found amongst a band of theives who would have no doubt put such knowlege to an evil purpose."

"Such knowlege." replied Teridax, as he stepped forward and picked up the tablet.

"Such knowlege is so undeserving of such weak minded beings of the sort. They say that power is gained by wealth or ability, or resources. However, in truth, knowlege is power, true power. It gives you strength beyond any physical characteristics, and can be used for far worse purposes."

Courtesance nodded in agreement, and spoke in response.

"Knowlege is key in any path to gain power, an advantage we as Makuta have over those inferior to us. An advantage, that it would be best for us to keep. Chirox has already been sent out to inspect this incredibly large pool of Energized Protodermis, hopefully the former owners of the tablet did not put it's knowlege to use."

Teridax noded in agreement, and placed the tablet back on the shelf. Teridax spoke, once again, as if to himself.

"Just imagine what things could be done with the correct amount of knowlege. I wonder what power the Great Spirit possesses just by his knowlege of the universe. It is a thing worth wondering, and something to envy."

Coutesance did not wish to speak with Tridax any longer, as she needed to prepare for her mission.

"Indeed it is." She said with a bit of weariness in her tone.

"I must go, until next we meet my brother."

Teridax responded with a nod, and nothing more.

She left the library, and headed for her quarters, they, unlike Serrakaans were located with all of the others. She entered her quarters and looked on the wall above a chair that was centered against the wall. She to had a few trophies, but only carvings or statues of her victims, and no others like weapons or heads or other body parts, as she was not as gruesome as Serrakaan. She took two daggers off the wall, they were her trademark weapons, however she knew how to handle others.

She then took her other weapons like throwing blades and at last, she put on her dark red and black hood and cloak, for her mission, and then left to meet Serrakaan in the throne room. Eventually, she saw Serrakaans tall hooded shadow cast against one of the pillars in the throne room. She walked toward him and noded at him, saying that it was time to depart.

Soon they both walked out of the fortress and onto the beach, many Makuta stared at them, almost not believeing that Serrakaan was being partnered with someone. They walked out onto one of the docks, and then vanished, as the began their travel to their target.

That night on the island of Stelt.

There was a massive fortress in the mountains on Stelt. It had a massive courtyard and a very lage wall surrounding it, and the fortress. The Patrons of the Dark were known for there prizes and artifacts. They were a smaller organization than the Dark Hunters, but their goals were similar. However, they did not know that they were the targets of The Brotherhood, and tonight, the Brotherhood would not be the only operatives to assault the fortress.

On one of the taller peaks, overlooking the fortress, sat perched a being of average stature, taller than a toa, but not as large as a Brotherhood operative. He had been hired by an unknown benefactor to steal a tablet that told of a Mask of light. His name, was Skorr.

He had been looking at the fortress, undermining the guards patrol patterns, and looking for escape routes and important entry points. He was almost through, and almost ready to strike.

"Ok, the guards are almost done circling the courtyard for the third time, and then they will head into the fortress, that's when I need to start the operation." thought Skorr, as he watched the guards as carefully as a cliff screecher watches its next prey. As soon as the guards entered the fortress he leapt down and let his wing blades glide him to a window right above the courtyard. He climbed in, and planted an explosive on the inside of the window, so that he would not be trapped inside should someone close it.

He walked down several corridors and could see that the guards were recently there. he kept running down the hallway, and reached a very large door, he guessed that the artifacts were behind the door, so he decided to get in the old fasioned way, by blowing his way in. He set a mine at the entrance and got as far down the hallway as he could.

He was about to detonate the mine when two guards came around the corner and ran at him. Skorr easily dispatched them with two single shots to the head. His aim was flawless and took them down with minimal effort. He then took cover and detonated the mine. It blew open the doors and killed the guards behind them. He quickly advanced through the doors and saw that there were at least fifty or more tablets, however, his employer told him that it would be seperated from the others, as it was of more importance than the others.

He was searching for several minutes when he looked up at the third story in the room, and saw a tablet hanging on the wall, and he was a little embarassed that he did not see it as soon as he came in. He was about to fly up to get it, but he realized that if he did, he may get spotted by the guards on the balconies, however, he needed to hide anyway, as the explosion rocketed the entire room.

He leapt up to a good hiding spot, and watched the guards as they ran in. They were questioning each other about what had happened and mentioned that something was already amis, as twelve guards had already gone missing. He was puzzeled by this because he only killed four of them, two with his blaster, and two with the mine.

The guards soon ran out of the room and gave Skorr the oportunity to climb to the second story without much effort. He saw another guard on a balconi overlooking the courtyard, and he snuck up behind him and snapped his neck. He looked out from the balconi and saw something moving on the outer wall. It was tall and black, and it seemed to almost blend completely into the night. He decided not to think of this at the moment, and focus on the task at hand.

He climbed to the final level, where three guards stood in their positions. It did not take them long before they spotted Skorr, and the opened fire with their blasters. Skorr threw a cuncussive grenade in the direction of two of them, and it blew them away, also knocking down a pillar that landed right on top of the other guard.

"And that is why they hired me." He thought.

At last there were no more guards, and he was free to extract the tablet. It was hanging in the center of the wall, like a decorative centerpiece. As he flew up to it, he carefully reached out to grab it, when suddenly a large explosion rocketed the fortress. It shook the walls so much, that the tablet fell off the wall and all the way to the first floor, and shattered on impact.

Skorr screamed many vile and vulgar words as he cursed his luck. However, without the tablet, his mission was over, and now he had to escape the fortress, which would be more difficult now that everyone was alerted to some degree by the explosion, which was another thing he did not understand, when did he plant an explosive that powerful? The fact is, he didn't, it was caused by something else.

Earlier that Night.

Two beings suddenly appeared on the beach of Stelt. Both, almost equally tall and both hooded and cloaked. They looked on at the mountains, where Miserix said the target was located, and sure enough, they saw a fortress, sitting against a cliff. It was quite large, and it looked well guarded, however, few things were impenetrable to a Makuta, MUCH less two of them.

Coutesance looked straight ahead, wondering just where the captains, which were her targets, were located. She telepathically swept through the fortress, looking for her intended targets, until after a few minutes of searching she found them. She opened her eyes and spoke to Serrakaan.

"The captains are inside the fortress, in the main hall. I will go and deal with them, you must deal with the rest of them. Try and make a legitement distraction so as to lure the captains deeper into the fortress, and the rest of the guards into the courtyard. After you have completed your part of the assignment, meet me back here. I trust you will not require aid from me."

Serrakaan nodded, and teleported away, and Courtesance did the same. She teleported right outside of the gates to the fortress. To be more discreet, she shortened her size to average so that she would be less noticeable be simply shapeshifting, into a smaller version of herself, respectively. She circled around the wall to find a more descreet entrance. She was walking around the wall when several guards saw her. They ran to her and brandished their spears and spoke harshley to her. Her response however, was more violent.

She threw one of her daggers into the forehead of one of the six guards. And leapt over one of their heads and simultaniousely scraped her blade across the neck of another. She threw two more daggers straight into the chest of two others, and they fell silently. One of the other guards jabbed his spear at her chest, however she grabbed the end of it, and shoved the other end straight into the guards chest. The final guard looked at her with a surprised look on his face, and then dropped his spear and started to run away, but with a flick of her wrist, his head spun off of his shoulders, and onto the ground.

She walked away, and lept up the side of a wall and teleported into the main hall. She was now standing on a parchement high above the captains. She looked down at her targets, waiting for Serrakaan to make his distraction. She waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened.

Serrakaan was however occupied by a few guards who all were surrounding him. He simpley raised his hand, and suddenly they all dropped to their knees, blood being spewed from their mouths. A silent, and yet gruesome death. After they were dealt with, Serrakaan went atop a nearby cliff, overlooking the fortress. He knew Courtesance needed a very large distraction, one that would draw the attention of every guard in the fortress. He went through several different approaches in his mind as to how he was to do this, and eventually came to a cunclusion.

Serrakaan drew in a deep breath, and waved his hands in the air, as if he were grasping at something. Suddenly, black lightning ran down his wrists and hands. He folded his hands to his side and with a large exhale, he shot one of his hands forward, his pointer and middle finger shot out from his hand and the lightning followed. It shot from his hand with a blinding flash, and in an instant, the black, forked, energy hit the front gates.

An explosion of energy shook the entire fortress. The front gates were obliterated, along with any guard in a certain proximity to it. Smoke rose from the wreck, blinding the guards who peered through the smoke.

Courtesance nearley fell from her position, if not for her grabbing the wall beside her. The captains fell to the floor when the fortress shook, and after a few seconds, they stood up. One of them began to speak, very loudly, most likely because of the deafening explosion.

"GUARDS!!!! Get out there and see what happened!!!"

He signaled to his comrades to come with him, and they quickly walked into the next room.

This is when Courtesance revealed herself. She walked behind one of the captains and stabbed him through the heart. He fell to the ground, and two of the other three captains whirled around and faced the Makuta. She was about to dispatch them when they showed marvelous feats of agility.

They dodged her strikes and counterattcked with well timed swipes to the head. She doged them and struck back and leapt over one of them and attempted to swipe her sword across the small of his back. He was just quick enough to avoid her strike and sent his armored heel flying right past her mask. She caught his foot and twisted it, the crackle of bone breaks could be heard echoing in the room. She then threw him, by his foot, into the far wall. He screamed in agony as his foot was twisted three hundered sixty degrees, effectively crippling him. His ally leapt at Courtesance, sword raised. He sent many strikes in her direction, but she parried them all, and with a quick thrust, knicked him in the waist with her blade. He let out a small grunt, and then countered. They continued to parry eachothers blows until finally she cut his sword in half, along with his head, all in the same swipe.

Blood spattered from the open wound, and poored out of his half severed head, along with his brains. The guard she had crippled was still sitting against the wall, gropeing at his foot. He, in a final desperate attempt, threw his blade at Courtesance. It flew by her head, and she caught it with the edge of her blade. His blade spun around hers, and she flicked her wrist, sending the still spinning blade back to it's master. It impailed him through the lower waist, the sound of the blade hitting the wall behind him was clearly heard.

Finally she could deal with the final captain. He looked at her, not hopeing to match her combat abilities. He ran as fast as he could, and she teleported in front of him. He stoped and fell backward. He screamed many vile things to her, cursing her to her face. In response, she grew angered by his audasity. Her eyes turned from blue to red, her white armor turned black, and her mask went from beautiful, to terrible. He screamed, as the transformation was so drastic. She reached down and quickly grabbed him by the chest and bit him on the throat, her teeth sunk into his flesh with a dreadful noise. She then ripped his body away, still holding onto a mouthful of his flesh. She spat it out, blood all around her malevolent jaws. He was on the ground, blood spraying out from the wound. He gaged on the very air he breathed, and his head fell to the floor, dead. She had completed her mission, and her visage changed back to a more pleasant form. She wiped the blood from her mouth, and teleported back to the beach where Serrakaan was going to meet her. But from what she heard, Serrakaan had just engaged the guards in battle. And she knew, that with Serrakaan, it would be over soon, for them.

Right after the explosion at the gates.

The guards ran out of the fortress from every room. The gates were completely obliterated, and smoke rose from the wreck that now stood. Dozens of guards gathered in the courtyard and peered into the smoke, and saw nothing. They however, could feel something. A cold feeling replaced the warm feeling caused by the rush of adreneline. It was as if the temperature had completely plummeted in the past few seconds.

The guards were going to inspect what had happened, however, for some reason, they did not wish to go near the smoke, as if there was something about it that made them afraid. One of the guards were finally able to approach the gates with a little bit of confidence, however, the closer he got to the smoke, the colder he got. His heart started racing as he walked into the smoke. He was stepping all over shattered rock. Whatever explosive hit the wall, was quite extreme, and one that the guard was not accustomed to.

The guard kept walking, slowly, but cautiously, until he steped in something. It was cold, thick, and dark red. He looked down and saw one of his comrades, or rather, what was left of him, lying in a puddle of cold blood. And the thing that puzzeled the guard, was that this guard seemed to have died after the explosion. What could have done this?

He suddenly heard something, and saw something in the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around to see what it was, but it was not there. He let out a sigh of relief, and then, with his exhale, came blood. He spat it all over his chest and hands, and screamed at the sight of it. The last thing he remembered, before his death, was a cold, sharp pain going in to the small of his back, and protruding through his chest.

The guards who were standing in the courtyard heard the scream, but did nothing, for their fear was to great. Several of them went to the gates of the fortress, but they suddenly closed fast shut. They tried to open them, but could not.

"Were trapped!!" One of them yelled.

They all looked into the smoke, and then vaguely saw two small red lights. They were peering through the smoke, they went out in a flash and then reapeared. They were eyes.

Suddenly a tall hooded and cloaked being emerged from the smoke, and drew two long swords as an obvious challenge. The soldiers stood quiet for a moment, and then they charged Serrakaan.

Serrakaan flew forward, swipeing his blades across the stomaches of two of the guards. Their inards fell on the floor with a splash. Serrakaan then burst in a flurry of motion, his blades moveing faster than sight. Heads were falling to the floor, as well as other body parts, and blood was constantly pooring, and bursting from any opened wound. Guards were dropping like acid flies, and blood was gushing from all of the bodies.

Serrakaan had just leapt to a new position in the middle of the courtyard, and three guards ran toward him. Serrakaan blasted them away with a bolt of lightning, sending their fried bodies slaming into other attackers. One of the members jumped at Serrakaan from behind, and Serrakaan delivered a spin kick to his head, breaking the guards neck. Two guards once again rushed at Serrakaan from behind, and one of them was met with the tip of Serrakaans blade. The blade went through his body with ease, blood seeping from the wound. The other was met with the edge of Serrakaans blade sliceing through his neck. They both fell to the floor, blood now openly flowing from each wound.

Serrakaan then pointed his hand to three guards and clenched his fist, they all three literally exploded inside out in a bloody fray. Serrakaan then connected his blades together to make a very long staff weapon. He grabed it on one end and swung it in a three hundered sixty degree circle, the longer end cutting into the guards who thought they were out of reach. The blade made deep cuts in their chests, and sliced off the heads of many. Serrakaan grabed the weapon with both hands, the staff was now even in each hand, so that it was now a double bladed weapon.

He spun the staff in a figurate so fast that it could be only seen as a silver blure. The sound of flesh being swiftly cut, along with the crunching sound of metal against metal, could frequently be heard, as Serrakaan's blade tore through armor, and flesh, as if they were equally as dense.

The screams fueled Serrakaan, with each strike of his blade, one or more lives were taken. Blood was everywhere, as each wound quickly exploded blood in his presence. The guards were now trying to climb the stone wall to escape, but there was no traction, the walls were covered in blood.

After a few minutes of screaming madness, one of the guards got out a cuncussive energy cannon. He blasted it at Serrakaan, barely missing, and blowing a large hole in the wall. Serrakaan looked at that particuar guard, and seperated his staff into two blades and threw them strait into his chest. The guard pulled the triger, and with an unaimed shot, hit Serrakaan square in the chest.

Serrakaan stumbeled backwards, and examined the wound. It did not even dent his armor.

Now that Serrakaan's blades were gone, he resorted to a new, and far more deadly weapon. Out of the folds of his cloak, he pulled out a spiked flail, that was so large, that it dwarfed any of his other weapons. It weighed ten tons, and was larger than a toa, and it was made of a bright silver metal.

All of the guards looked puzzeled, as if they could not believe that anyone could even lift such a thing, but Serrakaan could.

Serrakaan flung it into the air and swung it in a circle around him. Blood expoded from the impact of all of the guards it hit with each swing. The guards were forced to keep a distance away from Serrakaan, and even the stone walls could not stop the flails velocity.

Serrakaan was now almost being overrun by guards, who were trying to attack him in between swings. So Serrakaan swung the flail around his head three times and then he leapt into the air, about fifty feet high, and luanched the flail, letting go of the chain, into the middle of the courtyard. A huge explosion of stone and earth, along with blood, rocked the whole courtyard.

Serrakaan landed in the crator that his flail made in the ground, blood was quickly filling the crator, and it filled all the way to the brim. Blood was comeing all the way up to Serrakaan's knees. He grabed the handle of his flail and looked around to see if there were more assailants, but there was not. He felt that his mission was finished and was about to leave when he sensed that another being was headed his way, and it was not a Patron of the Dark soldier, it was someone else.