The vision took place in a large forge. A boy with hair as white as snow, and ice such a piercing shade of blue that it was like he could gaze into your soul, was dragged out. He was terrified beyond his wits, tears streaming down his white face as he screamed. "L..L.l. me go!" A figure cloaked in shadows was standing near a pedestal with a large, red button on it. The boy was pushed forwards, and as soon as he reached a certain distance, he was locked in what appeared to be a see-through mould, fitted exactly to his shape. Struggling to get away, but to no avail, he started crying even harder. Vakama looked up, his face draining of color as he saw a large cauldron hovering over the mould, though whatever it's steaming hot contents were couldn't be seen. The shrouded figure started to laugh.

"Of all the ways to do a man in, I had never expected to see myself doing this. Perhaps it should be a new execution strategy." And with that, he pushed the button.

The cauldron tilted, pouring molten silver down, into the mould. The boy screamed in agony as his flesh burned at the metal's touch. Vakama couldn't even bring himself to move as the mould was filled, and an eerie silence filled the room. The image faded away, leaving the final image to be the silver-filled mould, in which Kopaka spent his last, agony-filled moments…

Vakama's eyes shot open as he sat up straight in his chair. By now the fire had died down to barely smouldering, and dim light was starting to peek through the window. Looking around the room in panic, his pounding heart slowed to a slightly more normal speed when the small form of Kopaka curled up and asleep under Vakama's bathrobe, met the Toa's gaze. Two things came to mind right away. First off, where had Kopaka found that robe? Secondly, and the more important of the two questions, who was the one who killed the boy in his vision? Not only that, but why was he killed in the first place? As far as Vakama could see, the boy was innocent. But then…why was he covered in blood? Just who's blood was it anyways? What was the starting factor in whatever had happened? Where did it happen? And when?

A quiet murmur brought Vakama from his thoughts. His gaze falling to the boy on the couch again, a small smile formed on his face. Kopaka, from what he could see, was sucking his thumb while he slept. His hair was an even lighter tone of white now, and his skin looked even paler now that he was cuddled up in Vakama's crimson colored bathrobe.

"Nokama would be tickled pink if she met you…" Vakama muttered quietly. It was then that he thought of something; what if Kopaka was one of the Successors? The robed woman hadn't given Vakama any names, and as far as the Toa knew, the Successors could be just about anyone. Now pondering this possibility, Vakama began to try and add up the facts.

First, he'd had a vision of Metru Nui in ruins, during which he was told to locate his team and track down 'the Successors'. As far as Vakama knew, there were at least two, and quite possibly more, though there wasn't an exact number that he could work with.

Second, a blood-spattered, Ko-Matoran child shows up on his doorstep at two in the morning, saying that he has to speak with Vakama. This on its own doesn't really make that much sense, since typically a Matoran would seek out the Toa from his own city, instead of the opposite element. The only plausible answer that Vakama could come up with was that either he ran away, or he was being followed.

And finally, the vision about Kopaka's demise. On its own, the foreseen murder was, though disturbing, irrelevant to anything that was currently going on. It could've just been a nightmare.

However, the way things were stacking up, and judging by the clarity of the first, and second, vision, this was no imaginary problem. And, Successor or not, Kopaka would have to be protected. There was only one thing Vakama could do.

"I have to find the others…"

There was only one problem with this. Kopaka was only eight or nine years of age, and wouldn't have the speed, or the stamina, to keep up with Vakama through the whole journey, thus lengthening the trip by a fair amount of time.

"There has to be a faster way to take Kopaka with me…I don't trust anyone else with that boy's life now that I've seen that vision…but how? And how will I make it seem a little more natural?" He knew as well as anyone how hard it was to hide in a city where everyone else was a different color, or at least wearing it. Making Kopaka blend in wouldn't be easy. In truth it'd be harder than hiding him in Onu-Metru.

It was that thought that gave Vakama an idea. Who said he couldn't use the same strategy? All it would take was a little coal.