Author's Note:

I do fully realize that the MNOLG originally came with a text walkthrough that was essentially the game laid out in a story from Takua's perspective. Having said that, the walkthrough is really more worded like a walkthrough would be and not really something one would find in a short story or novel. So I just decided to adapt the whole thing into this. Hopefully this counts as fanfic material. I will be making changes to the story but nothing major, of course. Well, you'll see.

Keeping in with the game and the terminology they still used back then, I will still be using all the old names for everything, like "Tohunga" (which means Matoran for those unawares) and all of the older names for the Matoran. I don't think the Maori will come after someone like me for that. I hope...

If you find anything odd or something in the story, throw it in your review and I'll take your consideration into advice and make changes where needed. I won't be editing in story suggestions, though :3

I hope you enjoy!

I was out. Out cold. All that I could see was black. Shadow and the unknown took me over and surrounded me. I couldn't move. But I had no need to. The ground below me felt soft, but crumbled beneath my feet, it wasn't solid rock. The soft glow of my eyes… My eyes glow? Odd. No matter. The soft glow of my eyes didn't help me see much better. What was I to do? I was just there. Still. Quiet.

Above me a bright light began to shine. I looked up only to see something come crashing down. The heavenly beam shone upon the smooth sides of the rock. It looked like a totem. I could just barely see the dark values where the small eyes and mouth were carved. The quality of the craftsmanship looked much too perfect to be that of a living being's work. This had to have been made by a great spirit. I stood in its majesty and warmth it irradiated. It felt so nice my heart welled up in happiness. I could've cried.

In my bliss I almost didn't care to notice other rocks be drawn in. It was as if the totem was a strong magnet. The rocks weren't drawn in as though to stick to it like a magnet does, but they were forming a circle, almost. A multitude, too many to count, of the things piled very neatly, like tiny pyramids, around the totem. They ordained themselves like little villages performing some kind of ritual to a great heavenly figure.

I began to feel another presence. Something cold, something dark. Something sinister. Another rock had fallen from the sky. This one, however, was a dark gray and rigid and sharp all over. It towered over its smoother-made counterpart. The stone must have been made from basalt or obsidian, a rock from deep shadow and fire. The jagged, more intimidating face bored out of it seemed to carry a red glow. The monstrous being casted out a shadow forth from its being across the sand and unto the sacred totem and its people, tainting all that touched it. Once the spirit stone became completely smothered in shadow it looked weakened and helpless, and it sunk into the sand and fell over backwards. Put into a sleep. Three counterparts to the obsidian rock rose up from the sand to surround it. The smaller pieces of gravel surrounding it lost their form, and fell, scattered about. Lost causes in the midst of the unknown blackness. I began to feel the same. Cold. My mind became jumbled and distorted. Dark thoughts invaded me. I was poisoned. The dark being drained me of my strength to fight back. I was forced to stand there helpless, and face my fate, whatever it may be. I looked up towards the sky for hope. Hope that something may come and save me. The gravel people suffered in the shadow of the rock's grotesque face. I thought I could hear the tiny rocks screaming, as if they were being ripped particle from particle and rebuilt in the obsidian stone's image. My knees weakened. I found it harder to stand so I knelt down. It's almost as if the shadow's tentacles wrapped around my vital organs and strained them. What was I to do? I looked up again.

At last, my hopes seemed like they have been answered, as six stones were sent from the sky, surrounding our foe. They were built in the same fashion as the first totem that fell, only miniature versions. Even under my stress, I could feel these six stones had great power. Deep down I could feel it. The four spiky minions surrounding the shadow lord began to crack and crumble, and one-by-one they shattered into tiny pieces. I could feel the grips on me lighten up slightly. The six heroes then began their work on the evil-doer himself. Cracks slowly began to materialize from the bottom of the rock. The six hero stones began to glow as their power together began to multiply. Through a great struggle, the cracks began to travel faster and faster up the obsidian obelisk. Light forced its way out the rock, and with a great explosion the evil spirit shattered into pieces! The six heroes stood triumphant. Their duty had been done. A part of me felt, though, that wasn't the last of this. I stood there looking upon the scene of tranquility as the sacred smooth stone rose again. A bittersweet feeling in my gut.

Almost immediately my eyes filled with light, a blinding light. It felt hot and humid and windy. As my vision came back to me I could see that I was on a beach. The waves washed upon the shore calmly and rhythmically. The gulls above my head sounded off to each other. I could recall seeing an island like this from overhead, somehow. It was as if I had fallen here from the sky, myself.

In front of me there was a canister. There was seaweed still clinging to its sides. The canister looked to be made of a grey metal. I walked over to check how fresh the seaweed was only to notice a trail walking off into the igneous rocky outcropping to my right. Indeed they were large and deep footprints in the sand, and fresh. Easily double my size. I decided to follow them. As I expected, the outcropping was where the lava from the large mountain off in the distance meets the sea. There was hot steam coming off from random places. As I approached even closer, it started to get very hot. Much too hot. I had to turn back.

Before I could turn back, I caught glimpse of a shadowy figure in the steam. He was much taller than me. The figure twisted and turned its face at me. Its red eyes glowed as hot and bright as the lava flowing around him. It was completely silent, save the sound of steaming water. It turned back around and as soon as I had caught glimpse of it in the first place, it was gone. The heat soon became unbearable to me as I turned myself back, and set foot back on the beach.

Walking back to the spot where I found myself I noticed a large stone face on the cliff to my left. I suppose I had regained my ability to look behind me, because I hadn't noticed it before when looking at the canister. The mouth of the face appeared to be a door to something. Door to what? Is this where I came from? At this point I felt these were irrelevant questions to ask. There were more important answers to find.

As I look over to my right there is a brilliant cliff side with another outcropping rising out over the sea. The ocean had eroded a hole out of the rock structure, forming a natural bridge to an odd smooth conical formation of rock rising out at the end. This formation housed what looked to be some sort of apparatus. Right now it was too far to see properly. Leading up to this outcrop, there appeared to be steps. I could walk up them later, for right now someone or something was waving and motioning to me frantically.

I briskly walked over to her.

"Help! Please help me! My village has been attacked!"

She was a small light blue creature with large feet and almost no torso. A creature somewhat like me, I notice, as I looked at my body to compare. I am almost spot on similar, the only difference being color scheme. Her matching mask she wore revealed only her soft yellow eyes, which glowed even in the bright sun. The shapes that made up her entire figure were very angular, like a mechanism of some sort. I noticed much of the same on my person. A green boat floats in the water behind her.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Maku of Ga-Koro," she replies. "It's a village of many great Tohunga."

"Huh? Ga-Koro? Where is this village?"

"It lies between the sea and Lake Naho. Down the coast. Surely you've at least heard of it," she answers.

I shake my head confusedly.

"Well, Turaga Nokama and the other villagers have been attacked! I fear most of it has been destroyed by now!"

"What happened?"

Maku hesitated for a second, looking away, trying to gather her thoughts. "I – I… I was away when the Rahi attacked. When I returned, there were monsters everywhere. They were destroying everything in sight. Nokama barricaded herself and the other villagers in a hut to hide from them, but in its rage the Rahi broke the pump and sent the hut beneath the waves."

Suddenly, somehow, and out of my control I had a vision. I saw the village along with all of its huts made out of seaweed and other various sea-plant life. The villagers were doing their daily duties and going about their lives. Threateningly, a dark monster rises out of the waters. Swiftly, all of the villagers huddled themselves into a small hut. One poor soul gets forcibly launched into the hut by the monster. Then my vision went black. I couldn't see again. Maku's insistent pleading drew me back to reality.

"There is no time. Please help me. My people are in great danger. Will you help me?"

I had too many questions to ask in too little time. I didn't know who I was or what to do and why. But right now Maku needed my help.

"Yes, I will help you," I finally answer.

Even behind her mask, her face seemed to lighten up a little. "Go to Ga-Koro and find Nokama. She is the wisest person I know, and probably has a plan to escape! I will try to find Gali if I can. Gali is the only person who can defeat the Rahi. But, she is on a great quest right now and may be very far away," she admittedly says. "The only way to get to Ga-Koro from here is by boat, please take mine! I will try to find the Toa. Good luck! And when you get there, please tell Nokama I'm safe."

And with that I embarked on my adventure. Deep down I felt it wouldn't be my first.

I boarded the boat and sailed off to Ga-Koro, the waves bouncing beneath my craft.