CHAPTER 1
The large canister sizzled as steam emitted from the front. All of a sudden, the cap burst off and landed a ways off. Along with the explosion came a slew of disorganized mechanical parts.
One of the claw-like pieces started to move. It crawled over to the rest of its brethren and began to reconstruct its complete form. Several minutes later, the creation was complete. A large silver being stood erect and drew its flaming sword.
He looked down and saw a mask resting by some rocks. He picked it up and placed it on his face. Immediately a resurgence of great power washed over him. His body shone a bright orange and black stripes adorned his back, arms, and legs.
"I am ready to do the Great Spirit's bidding…" said the warrior in a deep voice.
He started off towards the lava fields in the distance.
On his way, the warrior met a shorter version of himself, except his colour was grey as opposed to orange. The newcomer was being attacked by giant bee-like monstrosities.
The warrior lifted his sword and swung it vertically downwards, slicing the air and sending a searing shot right into the terrible beasts. The chaos was nullified by the blast and all that stood between the warrior and the other being was several glass containers of a hot cheesy sauce-filled pasta.
"You saved my life, O Great One!" cried the short one.
"You can bet I did just that. Now you owe me a favour," said the warrior. "Where am I and what is my goal here?"
"First let me tell you who I am," said the short one. "My name is Nermal and I'm a Matoran resdent of Garf-Koro.
"I see, that must be where I am headed. What are you doing out here in such a dangerous environment, little one?"
"I was collecting food for my village and then I was attacked by the Nui-Rama. I thought I was done for, but luckily a Toa such as yourself had come to rescue me."
"Ah yes, I am a Toa. I suppose that is part of my destiny," the warrior stroked his chin sagely. "That is one part of my destiny that I recall. I seem to only remember my duty to the Great Spirit and my name."
"What is your name, Toa?"
The warrior smiled and posed heroically. "I am Garfield, Toa of Lasagna."