PROLOGUE
A dark and silver-colored being hiked up a large hunk of rock once a structure. He wore rusted armor and carried two swords and two large blades attached to chains.
Much has happened over the past some days. With each step the being thought over them.
His name was Makuta Myrax. He was once a member of the now-defunct Brotherhood of Makuta. Him, like his ex-brethren, could control gravity, shapeshift, create rahi and rahkshi, create portals, and know what others are thinking (definitely a curse at times, and why will be explained shortly).
He lived on a deserted island most of the time; fine by him. It allowed him to get work done without interruptions, which he hated. Of course he went to Destral, mainly for tips, materials. Convocations called by Miserix, and the…conventions, where the members showed off their latest creations, a.k.a. rahi. Some were cute, others ugly. Some were tiny, others gigantic. Some were docile, others were hostile. Myrax took great pride in his work, pretty much to the point that he bragged about it.
However, such presentations could be irritating, and here's where the telepathy being a "curse" comes in. He hated it when someone knew his thoughts, and could steal his ideas (another member, Chirox, did that often, so Myrax left his ideas on paper back on Ethu, his island). It also allowed him to know the thoughts of his colleagues, including criticisms and even insults.
He didn't take such lightly.
For example, one time he presented a creature called the Crystal Climber to help solve Ko-Metru's bat problem (they were both good and bad, but at least they did their purpose). Antroz saw them as tools and asked what happened after bats were taken care of. He told him they'll keep future bats out. Chirox found it to be a stupid idea; creating something just to help a mere group of arrogant and rude Matoran.
Myrax didn't take it lightly.
How? Simple. Myrax punched him in the face. Chirox tried to kick him in the face. Myrax avoided the move, and the whole thing turned into a fist fight. It took Vampra and Antroz to break it up. To Myrax, it was a fun day.
Despite the creator that he was, Myrax was also a fighter. He was armed, and wore Kanohi Ruru, Mask of Night Vision. Useful against night raids and dark places, he noted. His Rahkshi guards also had this power. He also carried two swords and a couple large blades connected to chains so he could swing these blades, giving him limited ranged attacks (the two swords are backups if his swinging blades were disarmed). They're quite useful in arenas, like one on Destral. They're really useful when fighting Icarax, the Makuta he most often saw there, and the one who taught him combat.
They're also useful during attacks. Skakdi, Zyglak, or misbehaving rahi were problems. He solved them not only with his rahkshi and their twin blades (every other rahkshi he's seen carry staffs); he had his own weapons and strength. What did he do with the remains of the fallen? Simple. He used them for experiments. He once had Skakdi prisoners whom he dissolved, every part of them except their heads and spines. It wasn't a good experiment, as they were hostile. Myrax had no choice but to chop them up, and decided to taste them. Not a good idea, as they tasted bad- to him, anyways. There could be others out there who might've liked it. He didn't know. Maybe when another raid came through involving Skakdi that he could defeat, dissolve, and chop up, he'll see what Matoran thought first. If they liked it he could create a food business. "Myrax's Mystery Meat Co." Yeah. He liked that.
That would never happen, of course, and here's why, and, alas, the tale beings…