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The Great Jungle, Spherus Magna
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Several months after the reformation of Spherus Magna
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Remnants of The Great Beings is a serial story following Turaga Ekumas and his quest to find the Great Beings.
Story[]
Chapter 1[]
Night time. Most people dread it, hiding in their huts. Typically, many believe that monsters emerge from their lairs and hunt anyone foolish enough to wander in the dark. While there are certainly such predators, darkness itself isn’t evil. The main reason most people associate the shadows with evil is because they fear what they cannot see. Monsters typically use to it conceal themselves, and as such, most people dread it.
But while the dark can hide the most villainous of beings, it can also hold the most beautiful of treasures. The night sky is full proof of it. He could see comets streaking in the atmosphere, stars flicking like candles. Stars are fascinating things, really. They can either represent a massive fireball, or a distant world.
Turaga Ekumas’ mind wandered even further. He knew that there was an infinite number of planets, of lands beyond their reach. Mata Nui had traveled across the known universe studying each world, and yet he had only scratched the surface of it. He wondered what beings lived out there. Surely, the varieties of life were as infinite as the cosmos.
And somewhere, out there, were the Great Beings: The scientist-kings responsible for the creation of the Great Spirit, and just about every living thing that ever existed within the Matoran Universe. They once ruled Spherus Magna, but they had an obsession with creation. To satisfy their creative urges and the needs for the Agori, They created the Element Lords to watch over them. But when a mysterious substance, Energized Protodermis, emerged from the planet’s core, they lead their Tribes to war over it. And as they fought, the stuff was slowly tearing their world apart.
Failing to prevent the looming cataclysm, they decided to try solving the problem from another angle. They built a massive robot, designed to study other worlds, how they worked and how to undo the upcoming damage. They created the Matoran to act as constructors, and to ensure its health once it was completed. They named it Mata Nui, their “Great Spirit”. Once he was completed, he took off and fled he planet, just as it was fractured.
And over 100,000 years later (despite some setbacks and problems), he fulfilled his function as intended. Yet Ekumas cannot help but feel that something was off. If the Great Beings did indeed wish to return to Spherus Magna, why haven’t they returned? Why haven’t they revealed themselves after so long?
Some of the natives seem to think that they abandoned their world, ran off to some other one. The Turaga found that to be highly unlike. “If they truly didn’t care about Spherus Magna, then why would they have even bothered to try to restore it?” he once asked. Those against his thoughts would argue no further.
He heard footsteps approaching him. He whirled around, staff in hand and Noble Elda glowing. He sighed in relief when he realized who it was. Standing before him was a Toa of Earth, bearing what appeared to be a Kakama Nuva. He knew, however, that it was actually a Zyrlakpe, Great Mask of Infrared Perception. This, he instantly knew, was Toa Labyth.
“Didn't think that I’d find you stargazing here,” Laughed the Onu-Toa.
His old friend chuckled. “I just needed some time alone.”
“Near that thing?” Replied Labyth, pointed at the pieces of the massive construct.
Ekumas turned, gazing at the Great Spirit Robot. For the last few months, everybody had been dismantling it for spare parts. Some of them had been used to build homes and villages, others for a makeshift prison. There was still plenty to go around, and they were going to need all of it if they wished to rebuild what was lost.
“Is there a reason for you to have sought me out, or are you here to join me?” inquired the Turaga, with a hint of humor.
Labyth smiled for a moment, though he did display a bit of seriousness in his eyes.
“The council just got your request. They’re gonna have a little chat with you tomorrow morning.”
“Council” was hardly a way to describe the new alliance between the natives of Spherus Magna and the Matoran Universe. Right now, it was little more than of group of individuals trying to form a new government. Tahu, Gali, Vakama and his crew, and other beings were part of it. Ekumas himself was somewhat part of it as well, though he didn’t have much interest in politics. All that mattered to him was that both worlds stood united.
Ekumas sighed. “Very well. I’ll see them in the morning.”
Labyth accompanied his friend back to their village. Much of it was built from the remains of their carrier, and there was still much more to build. Tonight, the Matoran and Agori workers would sleep. Tomorrow, they would resume their duties. And the two had their own share of jobs as well.
Once the Turaga of Ice was safely back home, the Toa of Earth activated his Kanohi Zyrlakpe. Most of the world took on a dark shade of blue, with splashes of warm colors representing the sleepers. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Sighing in relief, he resumed his nightshift. This was going to be a long night…
“What do you mean ‘no’!?” exclaimed Ekumas.
Onua and Tarix shook their heads. “We just don’t have that kind of manpower right now. Nor do we have the proper materials. We’re still recovering from all of this.” The Glatorian replied.
“Besides,” Onua replied. “I’ve already sent a team out to the Great Jungle to seek out the Great Beings.”
“Four beings, out to trek Bota Magna all by themselves,” reminded the Truaga. “It’s been months since they set off to find our makers. They could be dead for all we know,”
Ekumas slammed both hands on the table they sat at. “They can’t do this on their own. They need our help.”
Onua frowned. “I’m sorry. I want to find our friends as much as you do, but we’re not in any condition to search them out.”
Ekumas just stared down in disbelief. He couldn’t just leave Gelu and them out there. Nobody knows what could be out there. The whole idea was suicide. But Mata Nui asked of them for this, and he wasn’t just going to stand idle while time ate away at everyone. Defeated, he left the chambers, barely tilting his head up to see the sad expressions on face and Kanohi.
He turned to see Lisfek, Turaga of Iron, walking towards him. He bore black, grey, and burnt-orange armor, and bore a Tryna-shaped Sanok. He carried a short spear as his Badge of Office, what was once his Toa Tool. They had known each other since they first became Toa, but they were separated from each other several years ago. They had only reunited after the Order of Mata Nui revealed themselves.
“As much as I hate to admit it, they do have a point,” he said. “We need to recuperate if we wish to survive. I hate leaving my students behind, but…” He bowed his head.
Ekumas shook his head, walking right by his colleague. Someone grabbed his arm. He turned to see a Turaga of various blues and a Noble Rau. He instantly recognized her as Nokama, one of Vakama's cohorts.
“Actually, I might have something that can help you,” she said.
She handed Ekumas a scroll, coated in dirt and grime. Puzzled, the Turaga of Ice decided to take a look at it. It was a map, one of Spherus Magna. He recognized the Black Spike Mountains, the Iron Canyon, and the rest of the Great Barren. He noted a large blue portion, which he assumed was the Great Sea. To the north were green and white areas, the Great Jungle and Northern Frost respectively.
Ekumas blinked. This map was rather outdated. In fact, it stretched back to before the Core War. There were several places marked on it, places that nobody (on the Bara Magnan side) touched since the Shattering. Lein’s Drift, the Skrall Homeland, the Field of Mist, and much more. He looked back at the Turaga of Water.
“A wanderer from that area came by here earlier,” she said. “Said that he was hoping to make contact with the residents of Bara Magna. Claimed to be a member of the Earth Tribe.”
The one of Ice raised an eyebrow. “Earth Tribe?”
Nokama nodded. “Indeed. Ranuu confirmed that there was such a Tribe before the Core War. They were the only one not to partake in it.”
“Why was that?” inquired the other Turaga, interested.
“They were tied to mother nature, were weary of the war’s effect on it,” she replied. “Their culture centers on farming, and they depended upon nature for all of their resources.”
“Resources that they felt would be lost if they partook in the Core War,” finished Ekumas.
“The majority of the Tribe was stranded on Bota Magna, including our visitor,” she said.
“And where might I find this character?”
“He’s resting at the local inn here. And he’s hoping to bring some of the natives back with him to reestablish contact with his Tribe.”
Ekumas smiled. “Thank you, Nokama.” And with that, he set off to find the mysterious being.
The Turaga of Water pointed toward a small building not far from where he held his meeting just a few minutes ago. He passed through the guard - a Glatorian of the Jungle Tribe - and into the inn. It was nothing spectacular, with simple furniture and a few select beverages. He could see the bartender giving out a glass of water to someone.
That someone was a Glatorian in brown-and-black armor, bearing something atop his head. What was the word their precursors used for that kind of object? “Hat”? Yes, hat. The hat he had was long and round, likely to ward off the sun’s heat. His armor was a fusion of plant matter and metal, as was his sunhat.
He had a spear on his back, alongside a crossbow and some bolts for it. The figure turned towards him, having a blade of some plant in his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the Turaga.
“You one of dem metal fellas from space?” The stranger asked in an odd accent, something that some beings might identify as being “country”.
“If by “space” you mean the fallen giant in the distance,” replied Ekumas. “Then yes, I am.”
“You a Turaga?” The Earth Tribal asked. The other being nodded.
“And I heard that you were wishing to reconnect with the other Tribes,” said Ekumas.
The warrior grinned. “Indeed I am. Just talked to that red fella, Ranuu. Said I could bring some of your folk back to see mine.”
“Would you mind if I and a few friends of mine were to be part of your expedition back to your homeland,” Asked the Turaga.
The Glatorian smiled. “I’d be much obliged, stranger. What’s your name?”
“Ekumas,” Replied the shorter one, offering his hand.
“Mutul,” said the outsider, shaking the old one’s hand. “We leave in three days,”
He got off his seat. “If I was you, I’d use this time to gather your party and say goodbye to your buds,” He suggested. “We might be gone for months.”
Ekumas nodded, watching as the newcomer left the building. He smiled to himself. This was the perfect opportunity. If this traveler truly was from Bota Magna, then he might have a lead on the Great Beings. If not, well, at least they’ll have some new friends. For now, he'll just play along.
He paused, though. The man did just say that they may be gone for several months. If that was the case, the he’d have to pack carefully and chose his friends wisely. The first ones to come to mind were Bodrix and Ramita, two new Toa he had recently transformed. He had known Labyth for centuries, and the Toa of Earth offered train the rookies since the Reformation. He knew he could trust him.
He needed to find a Fa-Matoran as well. They make good navigators, and something told him that they were going to need one. Le-Matoran are naturally adapt to the forest, so it’d be wise to have one as well. It wouldn't hurt to have a Chronicler either. Finally, a Nynrah Ghost might come in handy (assuming that he can find and convince one, that is).
With a plan in mind, Ekumas set off to find his candidates. Deep down, he knew that there was a chance that he and his crew might not make it back. But it was a risk he was willing to take. In a few days, he was going to dive into the unknown. In a few days, he was going on the adventure of his life.
Chapter 2[]
Ekumas walked through the busy streets, passing by workers. Low-class Steltians, Vortixx, Matoran, Agori, Glatorian, and even a few Skakdi were hard at work. They had all lost their old homes, and were forced to build new ones. If anyone wished to survive, they had to stand united with everyone else.
Hmm, Unity... thought the Turaga.
When the Great Beings created Mata Nui, they taught him Three Virtues to remind him of his mission. Mata Nui passed these lessons to the people within him, to keep him operational. Nowadays, they were reminders of a brave new world still struggling to stand on its own feet. These lessons in life were the key to survival these days. Though Destiny has little to do with their new life, Unity and Duty are vital to life today.
The sounds of battle caught his audio receptors. He spotted Labyth facing against a Toa of The Green. He bore a Kanohi Mahiki and wielded a scythe, fiery orange-red eyes gleaming behind his mask. This, he knew, was one of his successors. This young Toa was Bodrix, one of the next generation of defenders.
Labyth swung his mace toward the bearer of Plantlife, the latter easily ducking under the blunt weapon. He tried to strike with his scythe, only to be pushed back by an unnatural landslide. Stumbling a bit, he was knocked over by the Toa of Earth’s swing. The younger one reached out, vines wrapping around his opponent. The ebony Toa easily broke free, making another strike toward the blue-green armored fellow.
Bodrix tried to block the attack, but his weapon was knocked out of his hands in the process. He dodged another attack, and then flipped over the stronger Toa as another earthquake shook the ground. He called forth more vines, this time coated in thorns. He flung them at the elder-Toa, driving him back a bit. The rookie used the opportunity to retrieve his weapon. Unfortunately, the distraction drained most of his Elemental Energy. He had no choice but to resort to melee.
The Bo-Toa charged, letting out a battle cry as he did. The Onu-Toa followed, mace close to the ground. Just as they were closing in, however, Bodrix changed direction at the last second. He slid to the left, stretching his scythe out as he did. The blade grabbed the former Toa Hagah by the feet, tripping him over. Before he hit the ground, though, he managed to grab the weapon.
Yanking on it as he crashed, he pulled his opponent toward him. Or rather, his fist. The other’s Mahiki collided with the free hand, knocking the wind out of him. He fell onto his back, hardly able to stand. Labyth’s metallic foot nested itself on his chest, its owner grinning back at him.
“Well played, rookie,” laughed the victor, offering the loser his hand.
Bodrix smiled, taking the winner’s hand. As he was being helped back up, the two heard someone clapping. They turned to see Ekumas approaching them.
“An excellent display of finesse,” the Turaga of Ice cheered.
The Toa of The Green jumped, surprised to see him. “T-tuh-Turaga Ekumas!” he stuttered, quickly bowing his head in respect.
“At ease, Bodrix,” said Ekumas, holding his hand up.
“How’d the meeting go?” Labyth asked.
The Turaga frowned. “Not well, I’m afraid. They said that they lacked the resources and manpower for a search party. Still...”
He glanced around, making sure no one was around. Once he was certain, he walked up to both Toa and whispered into their audio receptors.
“There is a traveler from the Earth Tribe wishing to remake contact with the other Tribes. And he is more than willing to allow members our kind and theirs to join him on the journey back.”
“And you plan on using this as cover for your quest, aren’t you?” Bodrix whispered back.
A sly smile appeared on the elder’s Elda. “Maybe,” he admitted.
“So who else is involved in this?” Labyth inquired.
Ekumas frowned. “That, I do not know. I’m certain that Mutul has already picked the Spherus Magnan side of the party by now. I’ve considered Ramita as one potential candidate, and I do intend on having a Fa-Matoran, Le-Matoran and a Nynrah Ghost along as well.”
Bodrix’s crystalline optics nearly popped out. “A Nynrah Ghost? Seriously!?”
“And how do you plan on convincing one of them to join us?” laughed the Toa of Earth. “They specialize in many things, but socializing ain’t really one of their strongpoints.”
The Turaga had a firm look on his Kanohi. “If we’re going to find our makers, we at least need someone who has some insight in technology.”
“Hmm, good point,” the former Toa Hagah admitted.
“Ramita’s with some Matoran right now,” said the Toa of The Green. “They’re out near one of those new lakes. They might be willing to lend a hand if asked.”
The Turaga let out a quiet ‘hmm’, scratching his chin. “Lead the way.”
Ekumas followed the two Toa, wondering what Ramita was doing with the Matoran. She was another one of his successors, bearing a portion of his Toa Power. If memory serves, she was once a Ce-Matoran. Now she was a Toa of Psionics, a mystic of sorts.
As they walked through the village, they began to notice the number of workers decreasing. It became obvious as to why when they reached the lake. The land around it was littered with practice dummies and wooden weapons. There were targets set up as well, each one in a different state than the others. This was the training ground.
And there, near the water, was Ramita. She was clad in gold-and-blue armor, bearing a scoped Kanohi over her metallic face and possessed lime-green eyes. In her hands was a simple staff, likely for channeling her powers. She was standing before a group of Matoran, many of them wielding wooden swords.
Two of them were fencing against one another. One was a Fa-Matoran, bearing a Kanohi Sanok and forest-green eyes. The other was a Le-Matoran, bearing a Noble Komau and yellow eyes. The crowd cheered and jeered, watching as the two fought.
Ekumas walked up to the female Toa, letting out an “ahem”. She turned to meet his icy eyes, surprised by his presence.
“Turaga!” She whispered. “What brings you here?”
Bodrix leaned in. “He’s managed to work out a deal with that Mutul guy. He says that some of us can head back north with him.”
Ramita smiled. “And I suppose that we’re all a part of this?”
“And some Matoran,” Added Labyth. “You wouldn’t happen to know of a good Le-Matoran, Nynrah Ghost, and Fa-Matoran, would you?”
“The Ghost, no,” Replied the Toa of Psionics. “But the other two,” She pointed toward the combatants.
By that point, the fight was over. The Le-Matoran stood over the Fa-Matoran in triumph. Ekumas walked over to the two, helping the defeated one up.
“Well played, young ones,” He praised. “Tell me, what would your names be?”
“The name’s Rifu,” Replied the Le-Matoran.
“Polzuk,” Said the Fa-Matoran.
The Turaga smiled. “How would you two like to join us on a journey up north?”
Both Matoran just stared at him, then at each other. “You mean, you want us to join you?” Asked Polzuk.
The elder of Ice nodded. “Then consider us your Leaf-Runners,” Said Rifu as they bowed.
“Excellent,” Said Ekumas. He turned to the other Matoran. “Would anyone else like to volunteer?”
Another raised her hand. She was a Vo-Matoran, bearing a Kanohi Pakari. “Me,” She said shyly.
“And you would be?”
“Siretii,” She replied meekly.
‘Well then, is there anyone else willing to hop aboard?”
No one else responded. Just as the group was about to take their leave, they heard someone scream. They ran toward the source, leading them to a small hill. They could make out a few more Matoran alongside some Rahi. One in peculiar caught their interest.
Riding on the back of a Burnak was a Fe-Matoran, bearing a scoped Miru and orange eyes. The Rahi itself bore a black head and feet, light-blue limbs, yellow eyes, and a white body. They could see a Le-Matoran shouting something at him. He was shorter than most Matoran, and bore claws instead of hands. His yellow eyes gleamed through his Mahiki as he waved at the creature.
“Quit hollering! You’re agitating him even more!” Cried Piruk.
“He-wah! Already-whoa! Was-yah! To begin-ah! With!” Grunted the Fe-Matoran, clinging onto the beast for his dear life.
Piruk’s pet Burnak eventually managed to shake the rider off. The Fe-Matoran flew into the air and landed mask-first before the company. Cursing under his breath, he rose and whipped the dirt off of himself. He jumped back (and yelped a bit) when he noticed someone before him.
“Geez. For a Nynrah Ghost, you sure make a lousy shepherd,” Commented Piruk.
“Hey, we build and craft, not herd Rahi!” Ranted the Fe-Matoran.
Ekumas’ eyes widened a bit at the term “Nynrah Ghost”. It nearly took all of his willpower not to grin at the realization.
“And I presume that you’d rather serve as a craftsman than a caretaker?” The Turaga said.
The Matoran frowned. “Yeah, but everybody else already took the job. Besides, there’s more to life than wielding stuff. Might as well try my hand at the other things in it.”
“Would exploring count as one?” Asked Ramita.
The artisan's eyes gleamed a bit. They caught his attention.
“Off to where?” He inquired.
“To the north,” Ekumas replied. “A native of the Earth Tribe wishes to remake contact with the people originally stranded on Bara Magna. He is allowing some of us to return with him.”
The Fe-Matoran paused for a bit. “Heard that their armor’s supposed to be a fusion of plant matter and metal. That true?”
“Indeed,” Confirmed the Turaga of Ice.
The Nynrah Ghost pondered for a bit, hand on his chin. “Count me in,” He finally said. “Name’s Yelta, by the way.”
The older one held out his hand. “Ekumas,”
Once the two shook hands, the party was whole. Or at least, the Matoran side of it.
“We will be leaving in three days,” He informed. “Gather whatever materials you need for the voyage. It may be months before we return, so be sure to bid your friends farewell.”
The group nodded in unison, scattering about and returning to their homes. Ekumas wandered back to the makeshift village, passing by some of his kind’s precursors. He couldn’t help but over hear a couple of them.
“You hear about that guy from the Earth Tribe?” Asked an Agori.
The other shook his head. “Nope. Thought most of them were wiped out back in The Shattering.”
“They survived, actually. They were stranded on one of the moons, Bota Magna.”
“Huh,” responded the second. “Always wondered if anything was up there. Now they’re back to Spherus Magna?”
“Yep,” Replied the first. “They sent that one of their own down here to reconnect. Now he’s bringing some of us and some of those outsiders back with him.”
“Those Matoran guys? Better him than us.”
“I hear ya.”
Ekumas frowned. Some of the natives still don’t exactly trust the immigrants, and vice versa. Even after fighting against Teridax’s legions together, there’s still some tension between the two worlds. He can’t exactly blame them, though. They’ve had to compete with one another for so long, and they still have competition hardwired into their brains.
They don’t need to fight among one-another to survive anymore. Mata Nui and the Great Beings ensured that Paradise would return. Many still feel that the Great Beings abandoned them in their darkest hour, though. Many blame them for the cataclysm that tore their world apart.
He wondered who would accompany them in their journey. He knew for certain that at least one Glatorian and one Agori would join them. He couldn’t help but wonder the size of their party as well. It’ll likely be at least ten individuals making up the expedition. He just hoped that there’d be enough supplies for the group to last.
The north might have an abundance of resources, but hardly anyone here knows what’s safe and what isn’t. Not to mention that several criminal minds have escaped during the chaos of the aftermath. They had only one guide for their trip, and they had to protect him at all costs. They’re risking a lot in this trip.
He bumped into something metallic. Returning to the real world, he found himself at his own front door. Opening it, he slipped inside and shut it back. He was somewhat embarrassed that he let himself become so lost in thought.
He glanced around, making sure no one had been looting his home. His worldly possessions were still here, thankfully. His furniture was still here; a simple table, a small desk, a self for various texts, chest, a wall for displaying maps and other documents, and his old weapons rake. He walked toward the last thing, placing his staff among his old Toa Tools.
He inspected the Kanohi masks on it as well. One was a Noble Rau, another a Noble Ruru. The last one, though, was a Great Mask of Conjuring. This was the mask he bore for most of his life. He had replaced it with an Elda during the Reign of Shadows, hoping that he’d find something to bring down the Makuta. When he became a Turaga, the Elda changed with him and not his primary mask.
The mask was battered and worn, chipped a bit around one of the top corners. This mask had helped him in his journey alongside his friends, Lisfek and Juleva. They dove into countless dungeons and ruins in search of truth, and this mask saved their armor-plates on more than one occasion. When they were captured by the Brotherhood, though, Ekumas sought them out.
He came to learn that they were drained of their Toa Power, and were rescued by some of their fellow cellmates. They banded together to stop an operation down in the Southern Islands, to save an unknown people. He had forgotten the name of it and the race, and they likely succeeded in ending it anyway. Lisfek was writing about his times on that “Unoyr” island and the group, the last time he checked.
Placing the mask back onto its spot, he made his way word his desk. There was a jar of ink, a feather, and a partially written book. He was still adjusting to the move from stone tablets to paper. He wasn’t the most elegant in the Agori format, but he did a decent job. Taking a sit, he began writing another entry in it.
Nobody lives forever, that he knew very well. Still, he could leave something for the next generations behind. He was almost done with writing own his own biography. Just a few more pages, and it would be complete. After an hour or two of writing, it sat the pen down. He closed the book, walking to his bed.
He paused, glancing at the window. The sun was setting, giving way to a wave of warm colors. It wouldn't be long before they shifted to their cool counterparts. Darkness came, sprinkling the skies with tiny lanterns. He placed his hand against the glass barrier, starring into the void.
He had been studying the stars of his world since he could remember. Back at Metru Nui, one could decipher the prophecies hidden within them. Of course, that was before everyone learned that the skies were fake. To see the real deal was rather... difficult to take in. When he first laid eyes on a true nightsky, he lost his breath. Even after all these months, he still couldn't help but stare in awe. Shaking his head, he backed away from the opening. Slipping onto the stone bed, he gave one last glance at the heavens. This time, there was no telling what the future held for him here.
But then again, he never really worried about it to begin with.
Chapter 3[]
The days went by rather quick. Labyth continued his teachings with Bodrix and Ramita, the later still training the Matoran. Word spread of Mutul’s arrival and impending departure, and Ekumas learned of some interesting things. First of all, Mutul wasn’t the only member of the Earth Tribe to have come here. There were others with him.
He spotted a couple of Agori earlier as well, bearing a similar color scheme to the Glatorian. They spoke in a similar accent to him, and seemed just as friendly. Another Glatorian from their tribe was also here, though he seemed more like a warrior than a farmer. He never got to know his name, but he didn’t think that he wanted to know.
The day had finally come. Ekumas had already made the necessary preparations, packing his possessions. Within a container were a blank journal with him, some ink, and a pen. He packed it alongside some of his Kanohi as well, keeping everything in a bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he left his hut.
He came to the edge of town, where the expedition would gather. It was early in the morning, and very few beings were about. He saw Labyth and Mutul out near some carts, and the other visitors of the Earth Tribe with their own set. He couldn’t help but notice that they too had their own team of beings.
“I thought the council didn’t have the resources for an expedition?” Laughed the Turaga.
“We’re a resourceful folk,” Mutul said with a grin.
As the hours passed, more people came to the wagons. Some of them brought Mahi, Sand Stalkers, and Ussal Crabs, using them to pull the carts. Among the herders was an Aogri of the Jungle Tribe, walking around like a gorilla. A De-Matoran was with him, wearing a whistle around his neck. The latter went to their group.
“I assume that you’ll be our coachman?” Inquired Ekumas, noting to keep his volume low.
The Matoran bowed. “Indeed. The name’s Tangi.”
Time passed by, with each member of the crew coming at their own time. After an hour or two of waiting, Ekumas’ candidates had all arrived. Eight other beings came to their side as well, though. Four Aogri and four Glatorian, each from the allied Tribes. They got onto the other cart on Mutul’s side.
“Why’re they separating us?” Inquired Bodrix.
Labyth frowned. “Some of them still don’t trust us.”
“Even after all this time?”
“Even after all this time.”
Ekumas nodded in agreement, watching as a crimson-armored Agori took a seat at the front. He must be the coachman for that wagon. He heard someone rallying another group of individuals on the other side, a mix of both worlds as well. Mutul began doing the same, guiding everyone to their places. The Turaga found himself at the front between the outsider and Tangi. Once everyone was in place, the steeds pulled the carriages.
The journey has begun. Ekumas thought to himself.
He noticed some of the other carts going in the opposite direction, heading down another path. They must be splitting up, he figured. After several minutes of travel (or hours. The Tuaga lost track.), the warrior handed something to the De-Matoran.
“Heard your folk’s sensitive to noise,” He whispered. “Thought that these might help.”
“These” turned out to be earmuffs, constructed from cotton and iron. Tangi placed them over his audio receptors, finding them to be a perfect fit.
“How’s that?” Mutul shouted, hands around his mouth.
The coachman gave him a thumbs-up, to which the Glatorian smiled to.
“You designed that yourself?” Ekumas asked in disbelief.
“I had some help,” The taller one replied. “And I lent a hand in making these beauts.” He patted the wagon with one of his hands, as if it were some living being.
“You’re people are quite… hospitable,” Noted the being of Ice.
“Hey, when you’re cut off from most of civilization, you gotta make some friends and keep ‘em close,” The man said. “We might have an abundance in materials, but not all of Mothuh Natcha’s cute and cuddly.”
He paused. “And even if was, we still get trouble from indecent folk.”
“Hmm,” The Turaga noted. “And who exactly gives you that kind of trouble?”
“Well, Enim would be one fella,” Mutul replied. “The guy’s name alone is bad news.”
Enim… Ekumas thought to himself. He heard of that name before. “He wouldn’t happen to be a mercenary that served the Jungle Tribe during the Core War, would he?”
Mutul frowned. “Yep, that’s him,” He admitted. “Used to be from my Tribe, actually. Never really was all that connected to nature like the rest of us, for some reason. Might be due to his temper.”
“Is he as vengeful as the people of Bara Magna described?” The old historian asked.
The farmer nodded grimly. “That hot-head of his got him into all kinds-a trouble. He hooked up with the Jungle Tribe, only to be backstabbed by their slave master. Became a slave for the Skrall’s mines, managed to escape with some friends. Went on to serve the Water Tribe until… well, ya know.”
Ekumas nodded in understanding, knowing well what he was referring to. “He got stranded at the jungle and managed to find a village there. He offered his services in exchange for a home, a rather good deal at the time.”
The hunter’s frown grew. “The poor guy dozed off one night and the next thing anybody knew, the place was ablaze. Buncha raiders took them by surprise, and Enim managed to drive them off. The little guys resented him for slipping up, though. For his mistake, they kicked him out. From there on out, he just all of his dignity.”
“He became a raider, didn’t he?” Ekumas realized.
“Yep, though he didn’t join any group of dem. In fact, he just flat out butchered any living thing he came across.” Mutul lowered his head. “It’s quite a shame that he snooped to such a level.”
“Where is he now?”
The Glatorian shrugged. “Nobody knows. And at this point, might be for the better.”
He reached down for a sack next to him, drawing out a scroll of some kind. That scroll turned out to be a map.
“Get ya navuhgator here,” He requested.
Ekumas complied, calling out Polzuk’s name. The Fa-Matoran came, noticing the paper in the outsider’s hands. Plopping beside him, the two quickly got into a discussion regarding it. The Turaga slipped back into the carriage, noting some chests alongside one wall. He couldn't help but wonder what was in them.
He took a sit beside Siretii, noticing something beside her. To his surprise, it was a Chronicler’s Staff. He was even more surprised to see a journal in her lap.
“I wasn’t aware that you were a recorder,” Commented Ekumas.
The Vo-Matoran glanced down at the book nervously. “…I haven’t recorded anything in a long time.” She said timidly.
“Nothing happened on your island much?” Ekumas said.
There was a brief pause. “…something like that.”
“How do you feel about this? The voyage, I mean,” The Turaga asked.
“…quite nervous, truth be told,” She admitted.
“It is common for any traveler to feel this way,” Ekumas said.
“Then how come you aren’t?” Siretii asked.
“I’ve done plenty of traveling myself in the past,” The elder replied. “I’ve always had a bit of caution or weariness, but I don’t let that control me. Still, it’s never wise to go running head first into the unknown.”
The Chronicler nodded. “How often did you travel?”
Ekumas smiled. “Quite a lot, actually. Been to all kinds of places when I was a Toa. I’ve always wanted to answer the questions of the world, peer into the past. My colleagues and I would descend into countless tombs and dungeons, raiding them of their secrets. We were the seekers of truth.”
A frown appeared on his Kanohi. “Then we bit off more than what we could chew. We walked into a Brotherhood base, forced to flee. One of our little band was captured, and another partner went to rescue him. He never came back, and my remaining brother and I went separate ways. I wandered the world alone from there, hoping to find my lost comrades. I’ve met a number of individuals, though I never stuck with them for long. That was how I met Labyth over here,”
He pointed toward the Toa of Earth. “Eventually I managed to find them, though stripped of their power. By that time, the Destiny War had already started, and we were forced to go separate ways when Makuta Teridax took over.”
Siretii shuttered at the Makuta's name.
“Tahu rallied forth every rebel a few months later, and we went with him onto Bara Magna. And when we won, I decided to pass my power down to the next generation. Bodrix and Ramita are my successors,” He replied, pointing to the Toa of The Green and Psionics, respectively.
“And the rest of your Toa Stones?” The Chronicler asked.
“Left them with the council,” He said. “They’ll be needing them more than I do.”
The Turaga noticed Rifu holding a book of his own. He was using one of those new tools. What were they called again? “Pencils” might’ve been the right term, but he wasn’t sure. He shook his head, resisting the urge to laugh at himself. He would remember the names of all of the Makuta, but he can’t really keep track of the present day.
He moved over to the Le-Matoran, noting the picture inside. He was sketching some sort of picture into it. It took him a moment to realize that they were Rahi. He could make out the wasp-like Nui-Kopen, the monkey-esc Brakas, and the wolf-like Kavinika. They were all within a jungle, from the look of things.
“Is that your home?” Ekumas inquired.
The scout cast him a wide grin. “Was one of my homes, but one I heart-cherish.”
“That wouldn’t happen to be Le-Wahi, would it?” The one of Ice asked.
Rifu’s crystalline optics nearly shot out of his metallic skull. “How-!?”
“Your Turaga told me of Mata Nui,” The elder replied. “The island, I mean. Not the Great Spirit Himself, may he rest in peace.”
“Then you know about our dark-times?” The spy said.
The Turaga nodded. “We all have gone through a ‘dark-time’ of our own. Everybody has to go through some form of trail in their lives. And considering the fact that you’re still alive, I’d say you passed with flying colors.”
The Le-Koran smiled. “Thanks.” He glanced down at the sketch. “I used to life-paint for Le-Koro, ya know. Matau claimed that I was one at Metru Nui too, before the Great Cataclysm.”
“Interesting,” Said Ekumas. “I’ve heard stories of a Le-Matoran from the Southern Continent with such a role. His paintings were renowned for their detail and color.”
Rifu laughed. “Detail might be sweet-nice and all, but there’s still space-room for other stuff. Ya know, sculptures, wind-songs, poems, and the like.”
“And I suppose music was also a department handled by your kinsmen?” The Turaga noted.
Rifu grinned. “Yep. Matau was the head-Singer of Le-Koro, but we also had a band. Now that I deep-think about it, a couple of friends of mine are tutor-teaching Tangi the basics of flutes.”
Ekumas laughed. “A De-Matoran, playing an instrument?”
The artist laughed back. “Yeah, had to play near-quiet at first. Seems to have an audio receptor for life-songs, though.”
The old one smiled. “At least he’ll have a chance to play with those new earmuffs of his.”
He made his way to Yelta, seeing something on his lap. It was a compass, its arrow pointing to the north. Toward their destination.
“And what might you be up to?” Ekumas asked the forger.
The Nynrah Ghost raised his head up, scope moving and reacting on its account. “Just studying the workings of this compass. It’s not common for my people to deal with… well-“
“Basically anything that isn’t a weapon or piece of armor?” Finished the Turaga.
Yelta nodded. “Pretty much.”
“Would masks count?”
“Depends on who it was made for.”
“And I suppose you wouldn’t mind take a break from all of that?” Inquired the one of Ice.
The Fe-Matoran shrugged. “Not at all. Besides, I usually study tech and equipment anyway.”
“So you’re more of a tinker than a forger?”
Yelta nodded. “Yep, though I’m just as capable at crafting as my pals. Always wanted to see how stuff was made, what made it tick and tock.”
Ekumas nodded in understanding. “What about repairs? Can you fix and mend things, such as a being’s mechanical components?”
There was a look of uncertainty on the Matoran. “I can forge new ones, but fixing damaged ones… I haven’t had much experience in that area.”
Ekumas nodded. “I’ve heard word of a medic within one of the other carriages. Perhaps he could pass some of his lessons down to you?”
Yelta frown. “Last time I checked, medics handled the organic parts, not the metallic bits.”
“For Spherus Magnans, perhaps, but for those like us…”
As he was chatting away with the Matoran, Labyth was having own conversations. He was speaking with Bodrix, watching the Turaga and occasionally casting glances toward the front.
“You alright?” Asked the concerned Toa of The Green. “You’re getting rather… jumpy.”
The Toa of Earth turned to the younger one. “Sorry, just an instinct I developed a long time ago.”
He quickly activated his mask, nearly blinding himself in the process. He could see the heat signatures of everyone on this vessel, and all the others. He quickly deactivated it, covering his optics as they winced in pain.
“Argh, bad idea,” He grunted, earning a laugh from Bodrix.
“You wouldn’t to have any herbs for this sort of thing, would you?” Said the veteran.
“Sorry pal, but I don’t handle the eye department,” The rookie replied wittingly.
Once his vision cleared, the former Hagah turned to him. “You came from the Northern Continent, right?”
The Bo-Toa nodded. “Yep, served as the healer of the village. Also took an interest in botany, with plants being a major source of the remedies and all. Stayed at my village till word from another came. It got razed by a crazy Ta-Matoran on some aircraft, lot of people hurt. I rushed over there to provide whatever aid I could. Met Ramita here,”
He pointed toward the Toa of Psionics. “She and I got some other Matoran together, and decided to defend the village. After Teridax took over, we took part in the Toa Nuva’s rebellion. Fought in the final battle between brothers and were chosen by Ekumas.”
“How long have the two of you known each other?” Asked the Onu-Toa.
“About a few months at the least. A year or two at most,” Bodrix replied.
“And what did she do prior to yawl’s meeting?”
He shrugged. “Beats me. We just focused on surviving.”
Labyth decided to take a sit near the Ce-Toa, having hearing all he want to from the one of the jungle. The blue-and-gold armored jumped a bit at the sight of him.
“Aren’t you mystics supposed to be mind-readers?” He laughed.
Ramita smiled a bit. “Still working on that,” She replied.
While Bodrix was able to utilize his Elemental powers with ease, Ramita struggled with hers. She’s had to rely on using her bo-staff as a conduit for her abilities, and even then she still had trouble. Still, she was more of a capable fighter than the Toa of The Green when it came to weaponry. The whole thing is a bit ironic, really.
“So what’s your story in life?” Labyth asked.
She shrugged. “Worked as an assistant to a Teacher in Metru Nui for a time, then went south to teach the Matoran there. Bodrix already told you about everything else from there, didn’t he?”
Labyth nooded. “He has. It’s no wonder Ekumas selected you two,”
The young Toa scratched the back of her head. “Are you trying to make me blush?”
The Toa of Earth laughed. “Maybe, assuming that our kind can even do that.”
Meanwhile, on another carriage, three Agori sat at the front. One was a member of the Jungle Tribe, bearing an ape-esc appearance and green armor. He was the coachman for this cart. Another was a female member of the Ice Tribe, bearing snow-white armor. The final one bore red armor, designating him as a member of the Fire Tribe. Respectively, these were Antzo, Algu, and Vapos.
Algu was the first to speak. “So…”
Vapos lifted his head up from the map. “’So’ what?” He asked.
“So what brought you two along?” Inquired the pale navigator. “I mean, you’ve gotta have somekinda reason to be here.”
Antzo, the oldest of the trio, shrugged. “Mutul mentioned that some members of my Tribe were stranded with his people after the Shattering. Wonder if any of my old friends are among them?”
The Ice Agori turned to the one of Fire. “What about you?”
Vapos paused. “Just doing my job. Nobody else isn’t going to do this, so kinda fell upon me. If there’ve been any changes in the last tens of millennia- which is likely -then I’ll be sure to record it. ”
Algu nodded. “I’m coming along to see the world in full. I was born after The Shattering, so I never got to experience the golden ages.”
The eldest laughed. “Golden ages? Girl, there haven’t any of the kind. World might’ve been a beaut then, but the people were a different story. We’ve had power-hunger dictators, a plague that devoured dreams, a Tribe that worshiped beasts, and a war that broke the planet into three!”
“Which was then restored,” Pointed out the female wittingly.
“True, but we’ve had a lousy history either way. And it might a long time before we get even get the chance of a golden age.”
Algu let out a short “hmm” and shrugged, looking off toward one of the other carts. She spotted Mutul with two of those metal beings at the front seat. What were the called again? “Matoran”?
“You thinking about the outsiders?” Inquired Vapos.
“Maybe,” She teased. “Why? Still afraid of them?”
Vapos shot her a look. “Afraid, no,” He stated. “Just don’t trust ‘em.”
“What for? Last time I checked, one saved your sorry skin when you charged at one of those Skakdi guys.”
“Maybe so, but I’m as far as I’m concerned, they’re just visitors.”
“Visitors without a home,” Reminded the coachman. “After the blow that metal giant took, their home’s nothing but a junkyard.”
Vapos narrowed his eyes at the emerald one, before letting out a sigh. “We’ve always looked after our own after The Shattering. I don’t see why we need their help, let alone from the other Tribes.”
“Dude, if we haven’t united after they sacked Tajun, they would’ve wiped us out,” Pointed out Algu. “We drove the Skrall out of Roxtus, together.”
“Girl’s got a point,” Noted the herder.
The cartographer grumbled something under his breath, gazing back at his map. Algu went back inside the carriage, noticing an Agori from the Water Tribe and four Glatorian from the alliance. She sat beside the azure-armored villager, plopping into her seat. The guy was staring into one of his star charts, and it seemed to be recent too. He must’ve made it shortly before they left.
He noticed her in a few seconds and turned to meet her gaze. “Aren’t you supposed to this cart’s navigator?” He asked.
She shrugged, probably for the hundredth time. “Only back when Bara Magna existed. I would’ve asked a similar question to you myself.”
The astronomer, Oniru, let out a short “heh”. “Truer words were never said. Vapos still giving random challenges to strangers?”
Algu giggled. “No, but he’s bound to do it in the future. Knowing him, this whole trip might be driving crazy.”
“He still twitchy with those mask-bearers around?” Oniru asked.
His answer was a nod. “If they really wanted us gone,” He began. “They would’ve sided with Teridax long ago. They wouldn’t have risked their necks like that.”
“I hear ya,” The young girl replied.
She heard her name being called out. Turning to the front, she would assume that it was Antzo. She bid the stargazer farewell, and ran through the curtains. Oniru’s ear caught another voice, turning to his other side. He saw the Glatorian chatting amongst themselves.
The one in white was Nyvalis, a warrior from the Ice Tribe. He was the eldest of the four, and the trainer of the rest. The one in green was a female from the Jungle Tribe, named Kasuki. Another Glatorian was Rivus, from the Water Tribe (much like Oniru himself). The final one bore red armor, and was called Oryp.
“I’ve never heard of this “Earth Tribe” before. Why haven’t we had contact with them tell now”? Asked Rivus, narrowing his eyes.
“They’ve been stranded on Bota Magna since The Shattering,” Replied Otyp. “So they were pretty much cut off from society till a few months ago.”
“Okay… why weren’t they involved in the Core War?”
“They’re… rather tied to nature. They were afraid of what the war might do to their home, so they out of it. Surprise Surprise, they turned out to be right.”
“And their Element Lord?” Inquired the Water Tribal, with a hint of venom.
“From what Mutul told us, they haven’t had contact with him after the cataclysm. Tarduk mentioned meeting some of the Element Lords on his trip to some maze. If I were to wager, he went there too.”
“Good riddance to them,” Said Nyvalis.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“So what convinced you three young’uns to hop aboard?” Inquired the Ice Glatorian.
The rookies glanced at each other.
“I came along to… move away from the past,” Said the azure-armored one.
Nyvalis caught a glimpse of something beneath the lad’s helmet. A scar, maybe?
“I came here to help Atnzo and Ekumas,” Said Orpy. “I’ve always had an interest in history, so I went to Tesera to study. That was how I met the former. I met the latter when he asked the two of us about Spherus Magna’s history.”
“So you’re an apprentice historian of sorts?” Inferred the veteran.
The Fire Tribal shrugged. “In a nutshell.”
Somehow, that didn’t seem to be the only reason he came to Tesera. Nyvalis had seen him casting glances toward Kasuki at times. Rivus seems to be aware of this, chuckling on occasion. The trainer wondered if the girl was aware of any of this.
“I’m just here for the journey,” Said the Jungle Tribal. “Working at the same spot for several months tends to get boring. What about you, old timer?”
The Ice warrior chuckled. “My Tribe already has a number of trainers and recruiters. They aren’t going to need me that much. You three though…”
The rookies glanced at each other, then back to him. “You three still have a lot to learn.”
Ekumas reemerged to meet with crew up front. “How long before we reach our destination?” He Inquired.
Mutul shrugged. “Took me about a month or two to find yawl, without a map and everything. Now, though, I think we can make it within the next one. Maybe even half, if we're lucky.”
Ekumas nodded. “Do we have enough food for the trip?”
“We should, but if all else fails, I know of plenty of spots for that,” The farmer replied. “Came across all these places while I was wanderin’ ‘round.”
He showed a map to Ekumas. Several areas had been marked with a fruit-like symbol, more with an animal-esc one. There were a few question marks here and there. Even fewer had what appeared to be skulls.
“I presume that the animal-marks represent promising game?” He replied.
Mutul grin. “Yep. Snagged a few critters during my walk. Good for us fleshy folk, but I’m not sure about you metalheads.”
“Members of the Matoran race typically absorb the energy inside food through physical contact,” Explained the Turaga. “In the past, some areas also had recharging stations, though I doubt they still function. We can also “chow down” if needed, though many frown upon it.”
“Why’s dat?” Asked the countryman.
“Let’s just say that some races don’t have table manners,” Implied the being of Ice.
Mutul chuckled, glancing up at the sky. He frowned. It was getting dark.
“We’ll have to stop here,” He said, grabbing a conch. He blew it, signaling the other cart to stop.
Everyone got out, heading to some trees. While everyone else was cutting wood, Bodrix was examining the flora. As a Toa of The Green, he should have an innate knowledge of the local flora. However, that was back at the Northern Continent, back within the massive construct he once called "home". Out here, he felt somewhat out of his element... figuratively and literally. It frustrated him, needless to say.
Mutul, having some experience with the area, set out to find suitable sources of food. He’d rather converse their resources within the carts, save them for the road. He found a number of fruit and berries, and managed to hunt some small game. By the time he finished gathering, everyone had already set up a campfire.
“Got some grub for yawl,” He said with a grin.
Labyth quickly created clay pots and bowls, allowing everyone to store their claim. The beings from the stars chose berries and fruit, leaving the meat for their organic counterparts. Some of them “chowed down”, other simply touched their food and absorbed the energy inside. The fruit withered as they did the latter, with the Glatorian and Agori going bug-eyed. Some of the other party reacted in the same manner when their precursors actually ate the food.
It certainly was an awkward moment between both groups.
Once everyone was full, they decided to rest. Labyth took nightshift again, this time alongside Oniru, Tangi, and Nyvalis. The Toa of Earth would activate his Kanohi from time to time, while the De-Matoran would use his keen hearing. Of course, the latter would wince in pain from the occasional snore. Oniru would stare into space, charting the stars. The Ice warrior would just rely on his natural senses.
Ekumas and Siretii refused to sleep, though. Both were busy writing in their journals, detailing their lives prior to the expedition. He had already completed a brief summary of his life, and was moving on to the present.
Today wasn’t that eventful, though the first day hardly ever is. We had split up into groups of two, half and half. I not exactly where the other side is, but I’d wager that we’ll see them again in due time. I managed to get to know our crew a bit better, learn a bit of their past and their reasons for the present.
Bodrix and Ramita are trainees, placed under the wing of my old friend Labyth. Siretii is a Chronicler, recording our journey for the next generation. Rifu, Tangi, Algu, Polzuk, and Kasuki are here for the journey. Yelta wishes to see how the natives’ technology has adapted to this region. Vapos and Nyvalis came here on an act of duty.
Rivus never really gave me an answer, though I suspect it’s for personal reasons. Oryp, Orinu, and Antzo wish to learn of how things have changed in the past 100 millennia. As for myself… I suppose all of those as a secondary reason. I’ve always been a bit of a historian myself, always curious about the past.
But we all want answers… the who’s, the where’s, the why’s. Many of us want to know what became of the Great Beings. Where have they gone after all these years, and why haven’t they returned? That question has been burning at the back of my mind for months.
Officially, I came along to act as an ambassador on behalf of the new council. However, part of me hopes to find some answers along the way. Part of me suspects that they lie within these deep woods, this endless jungle. And I intend on uncovering them, even if I must walk alone.
Sitting his journal and pen aside, Ekumas gave a soft yawn and stretched his arms. He rolled over in his camping bag, closing his crystalline eyes. He needed some rest, they all do. They were in for a long trip to the north, and they needed ounce of energy they could muster.
Every last bit…
Chapter 4[]
Three days of nothing but dirt roads and campfires. Ekumas knew that most journeys started out like this, though. He’s been on plenty of them before, so this shouldn’t really be much of a surprise to anyone. Still, he will admit that he was getting a bored and antsy.
He turned to see Siretii and Rifu, both of them with their masks in their books. The Vo-Matoran was chronicling their journey in her journal, whereas the Le-Matoran was doodling in his sketchbook. Both of them, however, bore the same look of boredom as he himself.
Bodrix would pace about from time to time. Whenever he sat down, his feet functioned on their own account. They’d be twitchy, randomly moving in different directions. He never really was one for sitting around. He was always in constant motion, looking for something to stimulate him. Something to occupy his time with.
Ramita suffered from a similar sense of hunger. She’s already grown bored of the same old sights over and over again. She, like everyone else, yearned for something new and fresh. She grew tired from reading the tomes they brought with them. Ekumas knew the feeling all too well. After all, he wasn’t always a Turaga.
He heard the horn sound off again. Odd, it was still daylight at this time. When the wagon stopped, the Turaga exited alongside the rest of his crew. He turned to see Mutul standing before something, arms crossed.
“Alright,” the Earth Glatorian began. “We’ve been travelin’ for a great deal of time, and barely had anything to do. I know some of yawl are getting a bit antsy from the long road, itching to stretch out. Well I’ve got just the treat.”
He stepped aside, waving his arm toward the mystery behind him. Before them was a forest, a living mural of greens, browns, and so much more. The songs of its winged inhabitants echoed across the place and into everyone’s ears. The group gasped, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.
“Quite a beaut, ain’t she?” The warrior-class began. “Now, as much as I like a good scenery, I know better than to let my guard down. Our world might be whole again and all, but there’s still plenty of nasty critters about.”
He strode a bit closer to the party. “Which is why I propose that we split into teams,” He continued. “Take yawl’s picks and stick with ‘em. If you wanna bring something, the carts should have some bags and the like for that. Oh, and one more thing…”
Mutul went back to the immigrants’ cart, reemerging a minute later. In his hands was a tiny wooden box, plain and simple. Opening it up revealed what appeared to be whistles. Judging from the strings attached at their ends, it was obvious that they were meant to be worn.
“Take these with yawl. Blow them if anything’s up? Got it?”
Everyone nodded, taking one from the box. Both parties returned to their vehicles briefly, retrieving their tools and other belongings. Once that was done, the parties were formed. Ekumas chose to stick with Bodrix, Tangi, and Rifu. Labyth went with Ramita, Rivus, Polzuk, and Vapos. Mutul stuck with Siretii, Oryp, and Antzo. Nyvalis led Yelta, Kasuki, Algu, and Oniru.
“Hang on, who’s gonna guard the carts?” Noted Algu.
Mutul placed a hand on his chin. “Hmm, good point,” He admitted. “One group might have to stay behind.”
“We can hold the fort while you have your fun,” Volunteered Labyth. “If need-be, we can rotate teams around as well.”
The Earth warrior grinned. “Sounds like-uh good plan,” He praised. “Alright, call us after an hour and we’ll regroup.”
Everybody nodded in agreement, splitting off. Labyth’s group stood near the vehicles, whereas everyone else wandered into the woods. After walking a considerable distance, the parties separated and spread out. Ekumas and co. didn’t bother to change their course, heading straight into (what they presumed) to be the heart of the forest.
Rifu scouted ahead, leaping through the branches like a Brakas. Tangi had his earmuffs slightly tilted, allowing some sound to reach his audio receptors. He would whistle beneath his breath, barely audible to everyone else. Ekumas and Bodrix simply basked in their surroundings.
In all his life, the Turaga had never seen anything like this. He had seen the diverse beauties of Metru Nui, stalked the wastelands of Zakaz. He strode through the smog of Xia, braved the fires and acid falls of the Tren Krom Peninsula. But rarely in his travels had he ever seen actual flora. Well, at least ones that didn’t try to kill you.
Eventually, they came across a clearing in the woods. The rays of the heavens rained down on them, blessing them with their warmth. Rifu found a stump to sit on, sitting his bag beside himself. He drew out his sketch book and a pen, glancing at a massive tree near him. He sketched away, humming to himself as he drew.
Ekumas found a fallen log nearby, claiming a seat for himself. He leaned back a bit, closing his eyes. He allowed the melodies of nature to flow into his audio receptors, soothing him. He was about to doze off when a coarse sound startled him.
He turned his head towards the source, which turned out to be near Tangi. He had his hands covering his ears, wincing a bit. He noticed the De-Matoran staring at something on the ground. There, gleaming in the light against his feet, was a yellow flute.
Rifu closed his book and made his way towards the apprentice musician, retrieving his instrument. He took a seat on a stone beside the Matoran, placing a hand on his shoulder. He said something to the grey-armored one, but Ekumas couldn’t make out his words from where he sat. The green-armored one played a few notes from the flute, generating a rather pleasant tune this time. He spoke back towards Tangi, pointing at the item.
The herder stared at it for a bit before he took his turn. When he did, the sounds he produced weren’t as scratchy as before. He looked back at Rifu, the scout giving him a thumbs-up. Ekumas chuckled at the sight, casting a glance at Bodrx.
The Toa of The Green was walking around the clearing, examining the flora. He held a book from his hand, flipping through its pages. He kept glancing at the beauties around him, muttering to himself. He knelt before a patch of green-and-red flowers, examining them. He decided to slip one into his pouch, moving over to the next plant that caught his eye. He repeated this process for a few minutes.
Odd. Ekumas thought. Isn’t he supposed to have an innate understanding on this sort of thing?
He walked up towards the Toa, who seemed to be lost in his observations.
“I didn’t take you for a mad scientist,” Laughed the elder as he approached the warrior.
Bodrix jumped a bit, spinning around to see the Turaga of Ice before him.
“I’ll admit, I am of the curious type,” He quickly said.
“I thought Bo-Matoran knew nature inside and out,” The elder replied bluntly, raising an optic rim.
Bodrix sighed. “Only back at the Matoran Universe,” He said. "But out here, on foreign soil… no. I’m as blind as an Ice Bat here.”
He handed his book down to Ekumas. Judging from the worn cover and occasional tear, it must’ve been written before the Shattering. He flipped through its pages, noting yellow stains here and there. It was obvious that this thing was seriously outdated.
“I brought my old mortar and pestle with me,” Said Bodrix. “But I doubt that I’d be using it any time soon right now. Not without proper knowledge of the environment first.”
The Turaga placed a hand on his chin. “Have you ever considered asking one of the natives?” He suggested.
“I did, actually,” The Toa replied. “Learned a little about the flora from the wastelands, but all this…” He stretched his arms out, spinning around once or twice. “Completely different.”
Ekumas crossed his arms. He was about to say something when he noticed something off about Tangi. He had his earmuffs were hanging around his neck, and he seemed to be focusing on something. Bodrix and Rifu noticed as well, though they were rather puzzled.
“Something’s coming,” The De-Matoran said, pointing at a certain direction.
Everyone drew their weapons. They could see something rustling around in the shrubs, moving closer and closer to them. Ekumas was already charging up his staff, frost dripping from its tip. Bodrix held his scythe out, his fingers twitching a bit. Rifu was crouching on one knee, ready to leap at the enemy. Tangi didn’t bring any weapons with him, so all he had were his fists.
A snow-white shape stumbled through the bushes, falling onto its knees. Though they couldn’t see the being’s face, they instantly recognized it as.
“Algu?” Ekumas said in surprise.
The party lowered their guard, surprised to see the Ice Aogri. Once she rose back up, she placed her hands on her knees. Judging from her lack of breath, she must’ve run quite the distance.
“Kasuki… found something…” She said in short breaths. “Thinks it’s… from the Core War…”
That caught everyone’s attention. “The Core War?” Tangi asked.
“The conflict that led to The Shattering,” Ekumas explained. He turned his head back towards Algu. “Where is the rest of your group right now?”
The scavenger grinned, and pointed back where she came from. The four followed the Ice Agori through the woods, the brush above growing thicker and thicker. After a while, all traces of light seemed to have disappeared, as have the plants at their feet. Algu eventually stopped, leaning against a tree as she released an exhausted sigh. When the crew caught up with her, she lifted a finger and pointed at something in front of her.
The first thing everyone noticed was that there wasn’t as much trees around, allowing light to pour through. And within that natural spotlight was a massive graveyard. Many of the tombstones were ancient, worn to the point where the writing was barely legible. However, they could see the markings of the Tribes on each of them as clear as day.
Another thing that caught their interest were all the flowers at the graves. Each one had its own set of flora, each of them different than the other batches. Some of them also correlated with the color-schemes of the stone’s representative Tribe. It was obvious that they didn’t grow there naturally.
The thing that really stood out, though, was the large ebony structure at the center. Standing before them was a massive wall, carved from an ebony stone. The wall was worn and weathered, bearing some scars here and there. The Agori dialect was engraved on it, in the form of words arranged in columns. Carved near the top were two single sentences:
“This is a memorial,” Ekumas realized.
The Turaga noticed Nyvalis knelling beside one of the graves, Antzo at another. Ekumas walked towards the veteran, noting the name on the grave. It read “”Cratxiil”. Snowflakes were crudely carved around the mark of the Ice Tribe. Many of the flowers around it bore certain shades of blue and white.
Making his way towards Antzo, he took note of the sea of yellow-and-green before the herder. “Xhigyn” was labeled on the tombstone, with a feather engraved on each side. Something dripped from the tips of them, bringing ink into mind. The Jungle Tribe symbol hovered just below it.
There must’ve been at least thirty graves here. The elder could make out a number of different combinations of colors. Green-and-pink, black-and-gold, grey-and-lime, orange-and-white. Striding his way towards the wall of black stone, he could make some of the names engraved on it. “Ukomak”, “Aphyrrii”, “Noldrea”, “Jhakux”, “Ottehctar”, “Cymvur”… The list just went on.
This must’ve been built here after The Shattering. Ekumas thought to himself.
As he scanned through the site, he spotted something a bit unusual. Two graves bore marks he had never seen before. One of them appeared to be a pickaxe, striking what he presumed to be an ore. The other was a sprout, its roots spreading beneath the earth. The first one bore grey and dark-blue flowers around it, with the occasional orange here and there. The second bore black and brown plants, and nothing more. It didn’t take long to deduce that they were from the Iron and Earth Tribe, respectively.
Something seemed off about this, though. The last time he checked, neither of those Tribes entered the Core War. The Earth Tribe steered clear of the conflict due to their connection to nature. The Iron Tribe, though, hardly existed around the time. A strange epidemic had wiped out the majority of them, and those that survived were scattered to the winds.
Ekumas knelt before the tombstones, trying to translate them. While he wasn’t exactly able to learn the names of their occupants, he did learn a little about their lives. According to the one of Earth, this fellow once served as an assistant to the Element Lord of their Tribe. When their leader left to compete with his brothers, this soul took on his mantle after his departure. According to this, he was also the one who founded this memorial and several others. Seemed somewhat befitting that he should have been buried here too.
The other story, though, was rather tragic. After losing his family and love to the Dreaming Plague, the one of Iron sought refuge from one of the other Tribes. They turned him away instead, believing him to be a potential carrier. He was driven into a forest, where he was attacked by several beasts. Though a wandering traveler came across the assault and pushed the animals back, it was already too late for the survivor. He used his last breath to tell his tale, and was promptly buried here.
“So this is where some of my kinsmen winded up at.” Said a voice.
The being of Ice turned to see Kasuki walking before him, head shifting from one grave to the next.
“Indeed,” He replied. “While the majority of the Tribes winded up on Bara Magna, a few found their way here alongside the Earth Tribe.”
She nodded as she continued her observations. A frown was on her face as she stopped at one particular tombstone. He could see a flash of recognition on it.
“Someone you knew?” Asked the elder.
She nodded. “An uncle of sorts.” She replied. “Raised me while my parents were fighting. He and I got separated during The Shattering. Never saw my mother or father after they left, though.”
Uncle? Parents…? Thought Ekumas.
Kasuki could see the puzzled expression on his mask. “Oh. Your kind don’t typically have ‘uncles’ or ‘parents’, do y’all?”
The Turaga shook his head. “Toa often refer to each other as ‘brother’ and ‘sister’, but there’s no biological connection between any of us. It’s simply a title showing our level of trust and care towards a comrade. Would you be so kind as to explain what ‘parents’ and ‘uncles’ are?”
The warrior grinned, pointing towards a couple of large stones. The two took a seat on each one, facing each other.
“Let’s start off with parents first. What do you know about the words ‘mother’ and ‘father’?”
Ekumas placed a hand on his chin. “I recall at least one culture using the word ‘father’ in religious sects. ‘Mother’ is usually associated with Rahi, such as Kewa and Ash Bears. As far as I know, though, Rahi typically don’t reproduce or bear offspring.”
The Jungle tribal nodded. “A number of species on Spherus Magna reproduce, even Glaotrian and Agori. Mothers and Fathers are the ones that produce the child, passing down bits of their genetic code. The uncle’s… a bit more complicated. Biologically speaking, they’re a relative to one’s parents at times. I guess you could say a brother or sister to an ancestor. Of course, one can also hold the title of uncle in the absence of a biological one. Mine was kinda the latter.”
“So your ‘parents’ and ‘uncle’ had some history then?”
She nodded. “We were neighbors before the Core War began. While my mother and father were called to action, he wasn’t. Part of the reason is because he owned a farm during that time. That, and he wasn’t much of a fighter either. He wouldn’t fit in an army.”
“How did you get separated from him, then, if he ended up here?” The elder asked with a raised eyebrow. She could sense suspicion in those words.
“I… got tired of waiting for them,” She said, her head hanging low. “I snuck out during the night and sought out their squad. A few days on the road and I managed to find them… or rather, what was left. By that time, The Shattering stuck, and I was stranded on their tomb since then.”
Ekumas hung his head low. “I’m sorry about your lost,” He said.
“What for? You didn’t have anything to do with their deaths,” Kasuki replied. “And besides, I already climbed out of that pit of despair ages ago. I appreciate the empathy, but save your apologies for folk you truly know.”
Someone tapped their finger on the Turaga’s shoulders. Ekumas spun around to find Mutul before him.
“It’s time to spin things ‘round a bit,” he said. “Someone has to switch places with the crew back at camp.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here a little while longer,” Requested the girl.
Mutul nodded. “Sure thing, little lady.”
“Mind if we join in?” Asked Algu, stepping into the conversation alongside Nyvalis. “Never hurts to have a map or extra man on hand.”
The guide turned back to the Turaga, raising an eyebrow.
Ekumas smiled. “Be our guests.” He answered.
The Ice Agori took the lead, compass in hand. Nyvalis and Bodrix held their weapons out, scanning for anything hostile. After a few minutes, the crew arrived at their destination without any trouble. They did, however, find a little surprise at the carts.
Two blurs were wrestling with one-another, kicking up a dust storm around them. One of the silhouettes seemed to be a dark grey, the other a deep crimson. The group could hear a number of insults from the haze, recognizing the voices behind it. Rivus reached into the cloud, pulling out Polzuk and Vapos in each hand. While the smaller beings were registering what just happened, he bashed their skulls against one another. The brawlers grunted in pain, yelping as the Glatorian dropped them.
“What was that for?!” Yelled the Fire Agori.
“For being a fool,” Replied the warrior.
Algu and Bodrix snickered at the scene, while the elders chuckled softly.
“Do I dare ask what this was all about?” Asked the Turaga.
“Just a couple of knuckleheads letting some steam out,” Laughed Labyth. “Think they might’ve had a bit of history too.” His face turned a bit more serious. “So what brings you all here?”
“We’re here to relieve you of your burdens,” Bodrix joked. "Oh, and Kasuki found something that might interest some of y'all."
The Toa of Earth rose from his seat, motioning his group to follow. Nyvalis placed a hand on his shoulder.
“You mind if I show your pupil a few moves?” The veteran asked. “I’ve had some experience with weapons like his.”
The metal one nodded with a smile. “He could use some discipline with it,” He said. “I’ve been getting tired of disarming him anyway,”
The Ice tribal chuckled, making his way towards the foreigner of Jungle. As the groups switched places, he was approached by one of his own students.
“Sure you don’t need any help, sir?” Inquired Rivus.
Nyvalis shook his head. “I’ve been training kids your age since The Shattering. I can handle a couple of gear-heads. Besides, Labyth needs you more than I do right now.”
The elder pointed at the smaller members of Labyth’s pack, who were back to bickering between each other. The younger soldier chuckled, making his way towards the commotion. He grabbed them by the back of their necks, and simply dragged them toward into the forest. Even as they disappeared into the green, he could still hear their protests.
The mentor turned towards the Toa of leafs, calling him over. Ekumas and Algu hopped onto their crew’s carriage, while Tangi was tending to the Rahi. Rifu was leaning against the wagon, staring into the cloudy sea above. And it was a sight to behold.
While many of the immigrants found only confusion within this world’s sky, he didn’t. For as long as he could remember, he had been looking to the heavens. Whenever he looked up, he could feel… something raining down on him. Turaga Matua once joked it was the sunlight, but the Le-Matoran wasn’t so certain. No, it was some type of emotion, something hardwired into every sentient being. He couldn’t exactly name it, but he could tell that it granted those it touched strength.
Rifu spotted a couple of trees nearby, rising a good distance above the crew. The Leaf-Runner hopped on top of the wagon, then leapt onto the nearest tree. He skittered upwards, climbing with his tools in hand. Once he found branch large enough for him, he lifted himself onto it. He leaned back against the trunk, placing his hands behind his head.
Now this is more like it. He thought to himself.
“Hey!” Called out a voice.
Rifu glanced down to see Algu. “Mind if I join ya?” She asked.
The Le-Matoran was somewhat surprised by this. He knew her to be an adventurous type, but not the tree-climbing one. “Sure, if you can claw-climb up here.” He replied.
The Agori hopped onto the trunk, digging her fingers into the wood. She crawled her way up, climbing onto a branch near the emigrant. He was staring at her in disbelief.
“I uh, did a bit of mountain climbing in Iconox,” Explained the Ice villager as she settled in. She glanced up at the sky. “Huh, still the same ol’ clouds.”
“Were you expecting something vast-different?” Humored her more mechanical comrade.
Algu Laughed. “Not at all.” She replied. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Would you?”
Rifu smiled. “Me neither, ground-walker. Me neither.”
A yelp caught their attention. Their eyes were cast upon a defeated Bodrix, trapped under Nyvalis’ foot.
“Really boy?” Chuckled the veteran. “That’s one of the oldest tricks in the book.”
The Toa rose back up, dusting himself off. He cursed under his breath as Algu exploded into laughter.
“Although I wouldn’t mind herb-eater taking a few happy-dancing lessons.” Added the scout.
Chapter 5[]
The group chose to spend the night near the forest, using the time to explore it and relax. When nighttime came, they brought the carriages into the place, wiry of any potential bandits passing by. They removed all the branches above the campfire, reducing any chances of a forest fire. Some of them slept in the vehicles, others outside. A few of them stood guard, as usual, overnight. Over all, it wasn't all that different than day one.
That was, until the next morning…
Polzuk awoke with a yawn, stretching his arms. The Fa-Matoran crawled out of the sleeping bag, carefully treading over his slumbering associates. Exiting the cart, he made his way towards the firepit. The wood they used had been reduced to ashes, the fire itself long since expired. Oryp and Vapos were nearby, soundly asleep.
The navigator glanced up at the sky. The sun was rising above the treetops, the darkness replaced with light blue. Something flashed in the corner of his eye, blinding him for a moment. Flinching, he noticed something sticking out of the cartographer's bag. The Matoran crouched down, trying to get a good look at the object.
It was a pair of lenses, similar to goggles. They were attached to a thin frame, and seemed to be designed to rest on something rather than be wrapped around the head. He had seen the man wear these before. Something about his eyes "not being as sharp as they used to be". He was about to reach for them when a hand stopped his.
"Don't even think about it," Growled the Fire Agori.
Polzuk jumped back, started. He put his hands up in the air as he backed away, chuckling in a nervous sort of manner. He turned to see Mutul emerging from the Shperus Magnans' cart, a disappointed look on his face. A few minutes later, everyone was up.
"Bad news, everyone," He began. "Turns out that we used the last of our rations last night."
Some of the crew gasped, other shouting something in disbelief. A couple of them muttered something under their breaths.
"Seriously?" Algu asked.
Mutul nodded grimly. "Looks like we're gonna have to work to get breakfast today." He said.
He turned to Vapos. "You got the layout of the area yesterday, right partner?" He inquired.
The cartographer nodded. "Yep," He said as he reached into his knapsack.
The Agori handed it to Mutul, the farmer going over the sketch. Slipping it into his own bag, he turned towards the others.
"I'm gonna head out and look for some fruit or the like. If we're lucky, there might be some small game 'round here. Gonna need a helping hand or two, though."
Everyone else glanced at one another. After a moment of silence, Ekumas stepped forward.
"I believe Bodrix would like to be of assistance," The Turaga said. "He is rather curious about this world's flora."
The huntsman turned towards the Toa of the Green. "Dat so?" He inquired with a slight grin.
Bodrix glanced down at the elder of Ice, who had a bit of a mischievous glint in his optics. He returned a short glare of his own before facing the warrior-class Magnan.
"I uh… used to be a bit of an herbalist back home," He admitted. "So I have some experience with plants. Of course, I can't exactly say the same in regards to yours."
Mutul left out a soft chuckle. "Then perhaps you could use a tutor or two."
Antzo stepped forward, out on all-fours. "Would you perhaps be willing to take in another student while you're at it?" He asked with a bit of laughter. "Been a while since I've seen the flowers at home."
"'Course!" Replied the Earth tribal. "The more, the merrier. Now who else would like to sign up?"
Ramita and Oryp stepped forth, followed by Ekumas and Rivus.
"That everyone?" He asked. The crew nodded in response. "Alright, volunteers stick with me. Everyone else, stand guard while we're away."
The hunting party departed, heading further into the woods. The rest of the group spread out, taking positions. Polzuk and Vapos turned towards each other, growling as they entered their staring contest. Both of them balled their fists, gritting their teeth. One could even see electricity jump between their eyes. Worn hands fell atop each of their shoulders, drawing their attention to a certain veteran.
"Do you two really want to relive yesterday all over again?" Nyvalis asked in a mildly annoyed tone.
Those words were more than enough to break them up. The Matoran and Agori split off, grumbling under their breaths.
The party ventured through the forest, with Mutul in the lead. In less than a minute, the farmer held up his hand. Everyone halted, following his finger as it pointed toward a bush. On it were a number of berries, crimson in color and about the size of their thumbs. They had some orange speckles sprinkled on them, with a bit of a green brush on the top.
"See these little guy right there?" He asked, everyone else nodding. "These are Kaminux. Or, as my folk like to call 'em, 'Hearth Berries'. They're pretty bland on their own, but they're mighty fine once you roast 'em for a few minutes."
He took out some small bags out of his pouch, tossing them towards everyone. "Now I'd like y'all to spread out and search the area, see if you can find any more patches of these. If you see any other type of berry or fruit, don't put them in the same bag. For all you know, it could give ya bad rashes or worse."
As he everyone fanned out, he placed a hand on Bodrix's shoulder. "You got a notebook on ya, kid?"
Bodrix nodded, drawing a small book and pen from his pack.
"Might be a good time to write some noted down. Maybe draw a sketch or two for good measures."
The Toa followed the man's advice, jotted down everything he heard and observed. It hardly took him long to complete the page. Once he was finished, he turned towards the man.
TWB...
Characters[]
- The Expedition
- The "Council"
- An unnamed Glatorian of the Jungle Tribe
- Piruk
- Dorvan (Not mentioned by name)
- Vultraz (Not mentioned by name)
- Enim (Mentioned only)
Trivia[]
- Ahpolki Inika is considering the idea of a "soundtrack" for the story, much like how James Roberts did for the comic series, The Transformers: More than Meets The Eye.
Alternate Covers[]
