Contemplation
By Fatala
I'm back!!!! It has been far too long since I've posted something. But now I'm back and ready to write. I'll be updating my other stories soon so keep an eye out for them.
This is the first and probably only one shot I will ever do; unless I go through with my Christmas idea. But, anyways . . . I decided to write this after reading "Inferno." Basically I got thinking, what does the Mask of Life think about the events unfolding around it. I'm going on the basis that the Mask of Life is alive; since Kongu could read or see it's thoughts. Well here goes nothing. Read, review, and good in peace or would it be pieces?
Note: This is the Mask of Light's POV.
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How much time has past since I've been locked away? Locked away from the sun, the moon, and the stars. Away from the world above. How long have I seen sealed away in this chamber, guarded by monsters not even the Dark One could love? Even I have lost count.
I have been feared by all; even my creators. Did they lock me down here for the good of the universe, or to cover up their own mistake? Is that all I am? A mistake? Something that was never suppose to exist? No. No; there has to be some reason for my existence. Surely the Great Beings wouldn't be so cruel as to create a being and not give him a purpose. Then again I might be wrong.
I am alive. Most who travel down into these cursed tunnels believe I am nothing; just another carved chunk of hardened protodermis. They come looking for the ultimate power of life. But all they find is death. With life there is always death; nothing can change this fact, not even me.
Thus I wait. I wait for the day I will once more see the sun, but will it shine with the light of life or be nothing but a black dead husk. It all determines on who finds me. Surely it is not this wretched creature. No; he will never be anything else but a monster. I curse him. I curse him to the Pit! It desires nothing but death, destruction, and chaos. Such a selfish, foolish creature. Although he was the first to find me I turned his dream into a nightmare. It seems ironic that a creature created from the splitting of one being should be fused with another. Even though I am part of him now; that will not last for much longer. I will soon be claimed by my rightful owner. This monster is nothing to me. It came desiring my power, a power it will never obtain. I torment him with glimpses of my power; I show him what he will never have.
The Toa are almost here. He also knows and happily waits for his next victims. Soon I will leave this cavern, but even then the Toa's journey is far from over. They will have to plunge into the forgotten depths and face monsters that are the things of nightmares to find me. And I will be waiting for them. Waiting . . . as I always have . . .
There it is! Short, sweet, and complete.