Disclaimer: if bionicle was mine, do you really think I would make it expand this much into an oblivion?
IMPORTANT:This was written on the pretext of what if the Toa Nuva had taken to long to save Mata-Nui for some messed up reason, and then Mata-Nui used whatever power he had left to plant new toa with the same purpose. So then what would happen? What would happen to the Toa Nuva if this new group of Toa succeeded doing what the others hadn't? It's a very interesting question.
Time was moving on.
Moving on without us.
It chose another set of heroes.
Another group of saviors.
We were left alone.
To drift though time.
Forgotten.
Rejected.
Set apart as only failures could.
The great Toa Nuva.
The ultimate saviors.
The awakeners of Mata-Nui.
And you might wonder why you never heard of us.
We failed.
We not only failed, we butchered the whole thing, failing in every area.
Even the simplest.
Even the most mundane.
And so, time has moved on.
Moved onto the bigger.
The Brighter.
The failures and rejects packed away in a cardboard box. Pushed to the back of the closet.
So then, we grew dusty.
Neglected by all.
We were but pawns in the great scheme of things.
We never even realized this.
Even though our destiny was fulfilled by different beings.
Even though they reduced us to training the new generation.
We were but playing fool.
Blinded by hope of some amazing plan waiting for us.
That mission.
That destiny.
It never came into focus.
And so we were lulled into calm waters.
Content with being teachers.
Seasons flew by.
Years slipped through our outstretched fingers.
Decades glided by us.
Centuries partially ran past us.
Then, we awoke.
To a different world.
Much too different.
Small villages were nonexistent.
Metru's had long since been abandoned.
Now, there were only Nui.
Great towering cities.
Engulfing everything around them.
Wilderness had disappeared.
Rahi now belonged in museums.
Aquatic terrain now housed cities of its own.
We were alien to this.
It was only then, as we took in our surroundings, that we knew how foolish we had been.
How used.
We had been thrown away.
We were too ancient.
Too outdated.
Matoran had no need for toa.
They now had new protectors.
Protectors superior to any toa created.
The era of toa had passed.
We were not needed anymore.
And with that, we, and all the other rusty relics such as ourselves were bundled together and shipped off.
It has been many millennia since I lain eyes on a matoran.
The ones I was charged with.
To protect.
To keep safe no matter what.
Therefore, I tiredly lay my head down one last time.
Content that my duty is now fulfilled and unneeded.
That I may rest in my eternity of peace knowing that the matoran are safe forever.
Pohatu
Toa Nuva
Year 300,912
Hmm…this is kinda weird, I mean it tells a story, but it reminds me distinctly of poetry…maybe its…poery? Ehehe…yeah…
Could you please review?