The Zordia Chronicles

Chapter 1: The Messenger
Virlo sighed. How long did lessons take? He did want to learn about bike mechanics, but when they took as long as this…

“Psst. Virlo,” whispered Leto.

“Yeah?” whispered back Virlo.

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” whispered Leto.

“What do you mean?” asked Virlo.

“Have you seen the time?” Virlo turned up and looked at the time. He seized up.

“Oh…I’m going to be in trouble!” he said and jumped up.

“Leaving so soon?” asked Teslo, the teaching ko-matoran.

“I’m sorry Teslo, sir, but I’m late for my job,” said Virlo.

“Could you at least excuse yourself first?” replied Teslo.

“May I be excused sir?” asked Virlo, in a bland tone of voice.

“You may,” said Teslo. Virlo sprinted out the door and out the building. He hopped onto Leko’s bike and drove towards Le-Villa.

-

Pisci snarled at the now dead rahi at his feet. He wiped the blood off his bottom lip and looked up to the jumping figure of Aris.

“What took you so long!” snapped Pisci.

“I was busy! Onukia!” shouted Aris. A small matoran jumped down beside him.

“Who is this?!” yelled Pisci.

“Do you know what our leeches can do?” asked Aris.

“No, but I would like to know,” said Pisci, intrigued.

"Well, we can convert matoran into our own personal slaves!" replied Aris.

"Can he be cured? Or re-converted?" asked Pisci.

“Nope. He is shadow till death,” said Aris. Pisci smiled.

“Where’s Skorio?” he asked.

“He’s still in the deserts of Po-Villa. He’s looking for Talik,” replied Aris.

“His-“

“Yes, his slave,” said Aris.

“I might copy you two. I might need help wehn fighting those stupid toa. But first, I must attend to some business with Skorio. I hope he's remembered our engagement,” said Pisci and lifted off into the air.

-

Virlo, jumped off his bike and hurried into the Mail Center.

“Do you realise how late you are? We have a lot of urgent messages, and you are lounging about! What do we pay you for!” shouted Ostra, the head of mail.

“I’m sorry, I was in a lesson on-“

“Those times are over! We have the toa now! We can’t have you wasting time on bikes when the entire of Zordia Nui is falling into ni-“ A blue figure burst into the room.

“I need a messenger!” she shouted. Virlo gasped.

“Toa Capri! Why aren’t you in Ga-Villa?” asked Ostra.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m needed urgently somewhere and I need a messenger!” she shouted. Virlo stepped forward. Capri shoved a piece of parchment into his hands.

“Take that to my brothers in Po-Villa! They must be warned as soon as possible!” she yelled. With that, she darted out the building and away. Virlo was astounded. For a few moments, he stood and stared. Then Ostra snapped out of it.

“Don’t just stand there! Go!” shouted Ostra. Virlo turned. Ostra gesturd to go. Virlo obliged and ran out the building and jumped on the bike. Then, he raced as fast as he could through the Le-Villa jungles. Vines hit him in teh face as he rode. Bugs buzzed about his face until her hit the sand of the Po-Villa mountains. But soon, sand was stoppign the bike. He was goign slower and slower until Virlo decided to get off. He jumped off his bike and trekked onward. But as he did, he heard shouts further up. Virlo began to run towards it, only to be met by two figures. One had a matoran on his back. But as soon as he saw them, one picked him up and raced down the mountain.

“You have a message for us?” asked the other figure.

“Are you toa?” asked Virlo.

“Yes we are. And I don’t think we need the message anymore,” said the figure. Virlo opened it.

''Beware. They have arrived. As soon as night falls, they will rule.''

Virlo frowned, but looked up as rustling produced a bat and another four legged creature. He jumped, shocked.

“I wouldn’t jump if I was you,” said the figure carrying him, “it makes it harder for me to carry you.” Virlo held on tightly as they raced down the mountain side.