the stars

      a lone figure travled through a dark pass.  he got the chills from everything in there.  his foot steps echoed off the wall making it sound like he was being fallowed when he really wasnt.  where he was there was no peace of mind, no light and above all no felling of good you get when you are praised on your doings of good or finally reaching your goal.

there was only one word to describe this word, a word that only has real feeling when you mean it, a word only used to describe cruelty and your own disgust.  evil. 

he hoped he would wake up soon.  he knew he had to get a messge to someone important and someone with power and knowldge of justice. the toa.  

but before he could move to the light of reality, he herd foot steps other then his own.  something huge that was radiating fear and also magnifying his own.  the thing he had been wondering about but didnt want to know.  something that would make this unhappy dream a nightmare, a horible nightmare.  something that radiated evil.

a horrible screach broke the air and a huge monster with claws and spines, with a mutated twisted mask that made him frezze.  it held a staff that dripped something that he could recognize easily.  it was his blood and as he watched it drip to the ground, felt his life ebb away through the wound the creature created he knew he wouldnt wake up from this nightmare that slowly becam reality as he blinked and found himself in pools of his own blood in his own room and felt his life fall through the momments as he awoke, the mommets of the end of his life.

he moaned then was silent.

 

 

a figure unable to be seen through the shine he emited travled through a sweltering corridor that was light not only by his shine but by firey liqued that iluminated the brown stone wall.  he set his sights on the end ofthe hall which had what might be a door- a  rough ark of stone that could be a handle and a cilnder shaped stone that could have been a hinge.  he reached and pulle the ark and slowly a heavy stone door slid open to reveal a room made of the same stone as the walls of the corridor.  a figure with a red mask, and red body, sat in the middle ofthe floor.

"hes here"said the white figure

"who? hes here sounds like you want to make me guess, Takanuva."said the red figure

" i would expect a better welcome for the lord of light, tahu."

"at least i said your name in my first sentence.  feel lucky i alowed you in here in the first place."

"all toa have meaning, and your power is not to ignore another of your kind!"

"well we only found you a sun phase ago, matoran!"

"and i have changed seince then, from the matoran i used to be, the matoran named taka who worshiped you till i  saw what you realy where! now should i give you the news or just leave now!"

"i apoligize.  but i have not fully healed from the rakshi wound, and im sure i neaver will.  i let the posin spread to far and it took cotrol of my mind.  it can still use my anger as a kinda of shield."

" makuta fought matanui.  even after i stopped him in that game the day you found me and the day jalla died.  but matanui sent a message.  he shot a star into the sky. it turned to six peices and dissapered.  tahu it is time for the stars to rise.  three of us and three of them.  we must unite under one, the one in gold, the one that can stop the evil.  makuta is powerful, but he destroyed his own force and those who survive came to us.  the hordika are know matorans.  the inka perished.  and the marhi live way under the sea.  that leaves you, me, vezoik and a rakshi.  the mask of matanui is gone, makuta himself threw it to who knows where, and now we are the remaining that can destroy him, but we need the armor of power."

but the only problem is there are only four searching for six peices of armor.  we must inform the other toa!"

i trie but ouna is busy protecting his people in he archives, and gali is protecting the people of the sea, and as we speak lewa, phohauta, and kopaka are fighting a battle in the air."

"matanui ment for the toa that cant help to help find the armor, but know that quest is done till we find someone else. and not matoan, takanuva."

"then we shall find at least find four and wait for help.

                                                                           PART TWO

          gresh sat, defeated by the wall f the arena, tired and deffensless he backed into the corner.  as his attacker rose his blade he threw his fist into the attackers stomach.  suddenly as his fist made contact a huge gust of wind sent his attacker reeling.  he fell to the ground dazed and gresh quickly retrived his blade.  he rolled to one side as the attacker's blade fell where he had been seconds ago and jumped, landing in front of his opponet.  he slashed at the opponets head and as the second figure blocked, he disarmed him by lopping his blade around once, while still in contact with the other blade.  as the sowrd fell to the ground, he pushed his sword to the enemys throat.

       "best two outta three?"said his defeated opponet.

"you gotta be kidding.  weve been training for hours now and i think its time to rest.  and you might want to hold onto that, thorax."said gresh.

his blue freind nodded and grabbed his sowrd.  "how did you do that weird move with your hand?  i thought it was pretty cool.  man some skrall is going to hate you for that!" said thorax rubbing his stomach.  "speacking of which, what wepons are you using for the tornament tommarow?"

          "sorwd and shiled." he replied.  "you?"

" my bearded axes.  are you gonna use that awesome shiled you can use as under hand long blades?"

  " yep.  see you at the arena tommarow!"

"see ya!"

as gresh walked towards the far end of the arena, he heard a scufful like a foot moving. he turned to look behind him.  he saw nothing.  he turned and continued to walk when he felt a hand clamp over his mouth.

          it's good to be trained, he thought. he grabbed the assultent's wrist and pulled it behind him and pulled his arm around his neck.  he didn't pull tight, cause he wanted to know a little about how this glatorians identity.  he knew it was a glatorian, because those where the only people alowed to enter after dark.  he knew it wasn't a folliot, because his attacker was much to tall to be one of them.  he forced the unknown figure into the light of the moon.  he gasped at what he saw.