Disclaimer: sheesh, I don't own bionicle…
This is one of the many stories that I was wondering about posting…ugh, another Gali centric fic, I promised myself, after I finished the cons and pros of fire and water I would stop writing about Gali for a good long time and give the poor girl a break from my weirdness. Unfortunately though, this story demanded to be written and started to nag me, so, here it is.
Hope and happiness are worlds apart. Yet, somehow, they are combined by a few of the many threads that make up our lives.
Both are relevant emotions.
Both are things we live for.
Yet, ironically enough though, both are what we feel just before our hearts take that particular plunge into murky despair.
You feel hope when you are climbing out of the pit of despair that is so unique every time you are flung down that empty mine shaft, but fundamentally the same as all the others.
You feel hope when you can see the edge just above you, just close enough to reach out and grasp.
Happiness soon follows as you climb over that ledge into the shining sunlight.
Yet it is merely for a brief period in which you see the world at a glowing angle, before you unwarily step over the edge of a ravine, and go tumbling down again.
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As I ran down that narrow, twisting, cave tunnel to meet my death in growing anticipation, I wondered why I had not seen the signs of danger approaching at an alarming speed.
Had I been too caught up in the happiness that had surrounded me for the past few weeks?
Had my happiness blinded me into a fake sense of security?
The answer was simply and truly,
yes.
After reawakening Mata-Nui, wonderful changes had begun wherever I looked. The dark hunters disbanded under mysterious circumstances, the order of Mata-Nui reestablished to its former glory.
Peace, order, and happiness ruled and replaced the distrust, fear, and anxiety that had once been the dictator of everyday lives for many years.
Yet not all changes were welcome or hailed ones.
Caused by the disbandment of The Brotherhood of Makuta and the Dark Hunters, many criminals were still abroad and on the loose. Most, if not all, were dangerous.
This was what had brought me here, away from the sunlight and joy, and into the bowels of shadow and discord. I was here for one reason and one reason alone.
To save those more important than myself.
Nothing else could make me face certain death. Nothing else was worth it.
I stopped in front of the iron door that ended the tunnel abruptly.
It was old.
That much was certain from the rust that clung to its massive frame. Crudely hewn, it separated itself from the rest, in a unique but vicious way.
I hesitated for merely a second before reaching forward to grab the old knocker fastened to the door. Rust flaked away as rapped it against the mountainous expanse of iron.
And as the door screeched open with a sound that could make any man cringe, I went forward to meet the judgment day that was upon me.
This has to be the longest story (on the whole) I've ever written so far…which is good.
Review if you want more. Thanks in advance!
