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My mess up has been fixed. Sorry for the inconvenience *sweatdrop*


Nasukoh was at a loss for what to do. Really, what could she do? If she was right, and she prayed to Mata-Nui that she wasn't, then she had a huge headache riding on the waves somewhere out in the ocean. Or SIX headaches. And with her luck, then yes, she was very right. She stared at the ground as she trekked through the rest of Le-Wahi, her thoughts trying to form themselves into an understandable train of thought. If she was right, then Avion's warning made sense. If she was right, then the cause for worry really increased, but if she was right… a smile formed on her mask. If she was right then Makuta was in for a rather nasty surprise. She was barely aware of the soft ground being exchanged for the crunch of cold snow, but she was fully aware of the ear piercing roar that was always accompanied with an infected Muaka. Her eyes snapped up, just in time to catch claws coming her way. She sidestepped.

'Here it goes again.' She thought in annoyance, as the beast wheeled to face her for a second try.


"You think that was enough of a warning?" Ugarah asked his companion as they traveled through the realm of Karzahni. He could feel the crazy slave keeper's annoyance at the intrusion, but he didn't dare oppose the two beings making their way across his lands. "I'm almost afraid she really WILL consider taking the task on alone."

A deep rumble escaped the throat of his large, dark red armored companion. If Ugarah hadn't known better, he would have been scared, but their long years of working together told him that his brother was just laughing. "She's always been the one for adventure, brother. But she is smart. She knows her limits and the importance of Unity. It is a large part of why this team has survived all these years, what with our… differences."

Ugarah could understand that. Nasukoh had always been the most enthusiastic of their team and her careful planning and dedication to her brothers had gotten them out of too many tight spots to count. Yet something continued to nag at him. He couldn't help but worry.

His companion smiled at the expression on his brother's face. The rare cases that Ugarah tended to show any emotion freely his brothers would often tell him that his 'mask' was slipping. And those rare bouts of emotion were normally reserved for Nasukoh. The large being placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do not worry my friend. Nasu knows what she is doing. She has dealt with such challenges in the past if you will care to remember Metru-Nui and the, uh… incidents. She will be fine."

"And if she won't be, Zenick?" Ugarah asked softly, unable to shake his worry despite his brother's comforting words. "If she really does do something stupid and puts her life at risk…..? What will you do then?"

Zenick's mask darkened. "For the sake of whatever will threaten our sister's life in the future, I hope they will think twice. I am not very forgiving of mistakes that put my siblings in danger." His deep, gravely voice was flat and icy.

Ugarah watched his brother take a small lead and only had to look at the hulking Original, and remember a few times from the past, to know that whoever found themselves on the wrong end of this being's rage would have their destiny cut very short.


Nasukoh shivered despite her tolerance for extreme temperatures. It was strange to know that this world she lived in was heading for disaster quickly. Which is why, as much as it annoyed her, TOA were needed. Ugh, there! She'd finally thought it to herself. Having Toa as friends was one thing, but listening to new Toa squabble and argue and throw insults at one another was…very frustrating. Especially when you were the one trying to train them. And after the last bunch (although they turned out just fine) she really knew what 'Patience is Key' meant.

'And I thought I knew everything.' She frowned to herself, trying for a joke. It just didn't sound the same when there wasn't somebody to share it with.

Maybe she should tell the Turaga what she was thinking. Aside from Makuta, the six village elders were the only other beings on the island who knew of her existence. It made it tolerable when she felt lonely, but dealing with the Turaga made her discomfort with the future all that much more noticeable. Especially when they only reminisced on the past. And if she did go to tell them…..and she just happened to be wrong….. She didn't want to think about the disappointment on their masks.

'No, better to find out I'm right than to spread false hope and then be wrong….' She decided.

But not today. Tonight would be better, when the matoran had gone to sleep and all was quiet. Then, she could work in peace and secrecy. For now, she would enjoy the calming snow fall of Ko-Wahi and sleep. Mata-Nui did she need rest! She closed her eyes and quickly fell into a restless slumber.


"Where am I?" Nasukoh was standing on a cliff, overlooking the ocean. This was weird. Hadn't she just been in Ko-Wahi, going to sleep? Realization dawned on her. "Well, THAT explains it." She muttered. "I'm dreaming. Great. Havn't had one of these in awhile."

Personally, she'd always disliked dreaming. Most of the time, she was taken to the past where she'd suffered far more loss than victory. This particular dream seemed to be a mix of her past and present, because as she looked on, it became obvious that she was standing on the island of Mata-Nui, but out on the ocean a thin line of …something, separated it from the Sea of Protodermis. A sea she remembered well and one that surrounded the great City of Legends, Metru-Nui. Her heart ached.

'Likahn…' she thought sadly.

Suddenly, she found herself in need of shielding her eyes as a bright light drowned out the scene. A voice resounded in her head and seemed to come from al directions, as if carried on the wind.

"You are the Toa Teacher." A statement, not a question.

"And if I am?" Nasukoh asked cautiously, trying to keep herself from being blinded by the light. She thought she recognized the voice, but from where, she couldn't place.

"You are. And it is by mere chance that fate has brought me to you. Consider yourself lucky, Original."

'Lucky?' Nasukoh thought to herself. 'This has been THE strangest day of my life. And I've had weird ones!'

The voice in her head was continuing. "You know what is coming, Teacher. You have read the signs correctly where most have failed. You know that the six are arriving. You must prepare for their arrival and mine."

"Yours?" Nasukoh had to ask. What did this strange being have to do with her? The light was beginning to dim and she was able to get a glimpse of a figure ringed in light. She didn't need a second look. "You're…!"

"Prepare, Teacher! I will be found!" The light faded completely.


Nasukoh opened her eyes and found herself staring at an ice blue sky and covered in a thin layer of snow. She sat up, dislodging most of the thin sheet and looked around, disoriented. That was no dream….. it had been a vision. She'd never been able to see them before. That was Vakama's department.

'But the Great Spirit sent it to me…. Why?' Nasukoh didn't know, but she did know one thing perfectly clear now. 'I need to find those canisters. That's what was floating out in the water this morning!'

Without a second thought, she bolted upright and was gone with a blink of an eye, like she possessed a Great Mask of Speed.

It was close to sundown now. Purples and yellows reflected off the water as the sun sank lower behind the horizon. Normally, Nasukoh would stop and watch (sundown was her favorite time of day) after the matoran had packed up there tools and assignments for the day and gone back to their huts. But today was different.


Thanks for Reading and I'm sorry for the mess-up!