A/N Okay, here I'm skipping back and forward a little bit. So it might get confusing. I'm sorry!!!!

Chapter 4

All was silent and calm as Shalri drifted quietly in Naho Bay. She knew what it was called. She knew a lot of things, things she shouldn't. She opened her clear white-blue eyes and gazed skyward at the twin suns.

Mata Nui must be awake, she thought calmly. That was good news. Unless of course it meant the others had already left for Metru Nui and she had come all this way to an empty island. I can't believe that.

Her wet black T-shirt and bellbottom jeans clung uncomfortably, but she scarcely noticed. Her waist-length white-blonde hair was coming loose from its ponytail, but she had never much cared for her hair anyway. It had come from her father, and he was long gone, along with everyone else she cared about. Even Uncle G… she thought miserably, Even Uncle G. is gone…

Her eyes unfocused and closed as she allowed the current to slowly continue carrying her to her destination.

And a few minutes later a white and gold figure appeared on the shoreline and ran to meet her.

"What do you mean he's gone!?" Tahu bellowed at Vakama, who simply looked at him calmly.

"He has gone to find his destiny." The Turaga replied simply.

Before Tahu could say anything else, Gali took over. "Are you sure that is wise, Turaga? Shouldn't you have waited for our return?"

"This is something Takanuva must do alone. It is about time he was allowed to be a Toa."

"Allowed to be a Toa?" Tahu interrupted angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

Vakama met his glare with one almost equal to it "I think you know exactly what I mean, Toa of Fire."

Lewa shifted from one foot to the other guiltily. "Your wise-one has a good fact-point, Tahu Nuva. We were very hard on our new-Toa brother."

Tahu turned to glare at him. "Don't you start."

"Tahu, calm yourself! This is no time for an argument!"

With an effort, Tahu restrained himself from saying something insulting. "You are right, sister." He turned and crouched to face Vakama directly, "So, where did he go?"

With a sigh, Vakama gripped his staff in both hands and, before the other Toa could stop him, whacked the Fire Toa squarely on the Mask with it. Stunned, Tahu fell over backwards, staring in disbelief at his stern Village Elder. Pohatu could have sworn he heard Kopaka snicker, but the Ice Toa was viewing the proceedings with apparent detached interest.

"I believe…" Vakama said coldly "I said that Takanuva needed to do this alone. Understand?" Here he glared at the other Toa. A chorus of agreement met his gaze. "Good." The Turaga turned and began to walk away.

"So," Tahu was not ready to give up, even though his mask hurt, "We're supposed to let the hope of the Matoran wander loose and get his head bitten off by some unknown Rahi?"

Vakama stopped.

"No Tahu. You are supposed to let him act like a Toa."

Before the Fire Toa could reply, a young Ta-Matoran named Kapura walked up. Despite his slow, almost sluggish way of moving, the Toa respected him. He was Vakama's messenger, although not many knew why. The truth was, Kapura was very good at covering long distances in short periods of time (When Hahli asked him how he did it, he just referred to it as "being where he wasn't").

"Turaga Vakama," Kapura reported slowly, as though he were examining each word for error, "The other Turaga have requested your presence in Ga-Koro. Bring the Toa."

"I will come immediately." Vakama replied calmly, and dismissed the Ta-Matoran before turning to the other Toa. "It appears the Toa of Light has moved as quickly as his namesake. Come! We must go."

Matau chuckled as he admired himself in the full-length mirror. Vakama's birthday was coming up and if that fire-spitter thought he could avoid a traditional Matau Surprise, he had another thought coming. Matau grinned, and Roodaka grinned back. He flexed one arm reflexively and even hopped on one foot to test his old mask power. Then practiced reducing his mask glow to a bare minimum, he laughed outright. "This old Turaga is back in the Koro!" he crowed in triumph. Then he shrank back to his normal size and peeked around the cloth covering the door of his hut. Satisfied he had not been seen he walked to his bed to begin packing for the trip.

It was then that he realized three things at once. One, he did not own a mirror. Two, his reflection was standing behind him. And three, her claw was around his neck. He felt his blood run cold as she half knelt to hiss into his ear. "You stole Vakama from me. So I am returning the favor."

"Matau couldn't quite decide which had melted first, his spine or his stomach. He opened his mouth to cry out, and then snapped it shut as the claw around his neck tightened. Roodaka smiled at her old enemy's predicament.

"Go ahead and cry for help Turaga Matau. By the time anyone gets here, you will

be long gone anyway." She said, obviously amused.

"You…you're not going to quick-kill me?" Matau gasped, partially from lack of air and partially from disbelief. Roodaka's sinister laugh smashed any hope he'd had, a laugh tinged with more madness than last he'd heard it, a laugh he'd hoped to never hear again.

"Quick-kill you?" She lifted the Turaga to look her in the eyes, something the green Turaga did not remotely enjoy, "Oh, Matau… You know me better than that."

And he did too. Oh by Mata Nui, he did.

And when Kongu arrived on the Gukko bird Ka a few minutes later to take him to the meeting, both kidnapped and kidnapper were long gone.

A/N: What do you think? Am I evil or what? Tehe… (P.S. Yes, the matoran I mention in my story are approved Lego Story Matoran. You can look them up on Wikipedia!)