Chapter I:
Wall of History

Turaga Vakama stared suspiciously at the Wall of History. He had always come here to ponder, in these dark times. It has been nearly ten years since the Makuta put Mata-Nui into a strange spell, one of slumber, and had spread his darkness across the once beautiful island. Since the villages had become so distant, Vakama often enjoyed coming to the Wall of History for a calming sensation. But not this time…there was something off. He had been reading, but found something he had never heard of before.

The Wall spoke of a group of Toa, not the Toa that were prophesied to come to them: Others. Others who had apparently protected Mata-Nui, after the Turaga came from Metru-Nui…but how was that possible? Mata-Nui had been inhabited by nothing but Matoran, and Rahi for the past few years until Makuta came to the island. Furthermore, this entry was unusually vague, as if it had been wiped away in the middle of being written.

A few days ago, after noticing this strange story, he sent a message to Turaga Nokama to seek him out. Yes, he knew it was extremely dangerous, but still. He needed to speak with her, and desperately at that. He turned as he heard her footsteps coming through the hall.

"I hope your trip was well." He said, walking up to her. She smiled at her long time friend.

"Better than expected," she said, "The Rahi attacks were minimal…as in to say none."

Vakama smiled. "Once you find what I've found, you'll be glad you came."

She eyed him suspiciously. "What do you mean?" she asked. Vakama motioned for her to come. She followed, and read the small part of the Wall of History, and stared up back at him. "What is this?"

"It is apparently the explanation that we were not the latest toa here." Vakama replied, leaning on his staff.

"That's not possible…" Nokama mumbled, shaking her head. "There were no other toa. How could that be? We couldn't possibly have forgotten them."

"I am not sure…Should we contact the others?"

"I…I don't think so." She said, "It must be nothing…possibly an error in prophesying, what do you think, Vakama--?"

But he was not there to listen. He was leaning on his staff, eyes closed. Nokama knew what was happening. Vakama was having a vision, something that rarely happened to him these days.

- - -

The night air was light and crisp. Vakama looked around. He saw…something. It was hard to see here, especially in the night. The darkness was almost unnatural, because it was so…strange. Almost green, he thought.

It was green! Slowly, a green light began to glow, and cast a light around the area. Because of this new-found light, Vakama found that he was in a lair, underground. He knew that there was no way to tell what time of day it really was. Suddenly, he heard voices, and he stepped back stiffly, staring. Three figures were walking from where the glow came. They were…toa?!

Vakama peered through the darkness, when suddenly, there was a loud scream. "NO!" he heard from his right. He jumped around, and was staring. There were two figures, two toa, in a strange embrace. From what the turaga could tell, one was female, the other two were male. The two who were in an embrace, had a sword sticking through her back, and out his. The other toa held the sword. The male toa looked down to the female pressing up against his torso. The two slumped over. Vakama stepped forward, squinting to get a better look.

"Why did you do that?" the male toa said weakly. Looking down at her, his face now sparkling with tears.

"I couldn't let you do this alone…I pankicked…" she said meekly, "Codian…I love you." She rested her head upon his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Codian, apparently, the male toa, looked up to the other toa, who had a deep frown on his face. Codian managed to let out a weak smirk, before closing his eyes as well. The other toa, however, suddenly turned into a deep black smoke. Vakama stepped forward, and examined as the black smoke floated downward and smothered Codian, before being absorbed into his body. Suddenly, the two embraced lovers fell over, apparently dead.

- - -

Vakama opened his eyes slowly. He looked to Nokama, who gave him a familiar look as if to say, 'What did you see?'

"It was a…vision of the past?" he asked, to no one in particular. "Or the future. There were three toa, and two were killed by the other, who was absorbed into one of the dead ones."

Nokama stared. "Do you think it was about the entry on the Wall?"

"I'm not sure…" he said, "Maybe I should think on this. I'll be in my hut, studying the Great Fire."

Vakama began walking away before turning and asking Nokama, "Will you research any other histories to find about these toa?" She nodded, and followed him out.