Prologue

One hundred years after the Toa Metru retrieved all of the Matoran spheres from Metru Nui, the City of Legends lay desolate. Its only inhabitants were Rahi, Vahki, and the occasional Visorak. With its population gone, it seemed as if Metru Nui's former glory had been lost to the ages.

And then the Great Spirits arrived.

Having been notified of the city's desolation by a scout one of the Great Beings, their superiors, had sent, the Great Spirits started to demolish everything that had stood in the city previously and mold the landscape to their own liking.

The result? A barren, rocky, desolate wasteland, with the only building being a magnificent fortress that took up much of the entire island and housed sleeping quarters, training facilities, and far more. As well, the constant reforming of the Metru Nui landscape caused waves of massive proportions to form in the waters around the island, thus making all sea travel impossible for the next hundred years or so.

Life went on, and as the Great Spirits conquered more and more islands under their Grand Empire, only one tiny group could stand in their way...

The Toa.

This is their story.