CHAPTER THREE
A few hundred years ago…
It hadn't been easy getting to Voya Nui, but he did. The place wasn't the happiest of places. In fact, life seemed to be hard here. Yet Matoran have been able to survive here. Myrax had discovered a large settlement with many Matoran. The Matoran were smaller than normal Matoran Myrax was familiar with.
The geography of Voya Nui could be best described as a barren wasteland with icy shorelines. There was a center volcano that occasionally erupted. However, there was a lush forest also near the southern coast of the island. Myrax established a base in the western mountains of the island, and rebuilt rahkshi to guard the place from invaders. However, the closest thing to intruders on the island was rahi or very curious-to-the-point-foolish Matoran who would learn to turn back the hard way. Myrax gave warning to the Matoran to keep out of the area. He'd put up enough signs to stress that.
Myrax was currently in the center of the island; a barren spit of land. He was looking for clues to the great power he's picking up, something he's been picking up days after arriving. He didn't know where it was, and curiosity turned to frustration. He's also taking time to be free of his base. For the centuries he was here, he's added some creatures to the island, including the scara, a relative to the parakara. He had hoped it helped with the stone ape problem he'd been dealing with. It didn't.
As he was walking the ground shook violently. A crack formed under him. He shouted and moved away. The crack turned into a fissure, and more cracks formed. The rocky land north of the crack began to crumble and slide into the sea. Within minutes the land was gone.
Myrax was silent, too shocked to speak. What just happened? Why did part of the island sink into the sea? He decided to check the rest of the island.
Half of the Matoran settlement was gone. Grief filled the hearts of the lost Matoran. What could've caused this? Myrax thought. Random disaster! It was just like the Great Cataclysm all over again, a disaster Myrax had learned of not long after it happened. It caused a portion of the southern continent to drift away and destroyed Metru Nui, among other places.
"I don't know what caused it either."
Myrax jumped, startled. He whirled around to see a mighty figure wielding a gigantic axe standing behind him.
"Who are you?" Myrax asked.
"You can call me Axonn," the mighty figure replied in a low tone. "I take it you're the Makuta of the Mountains; based on the Matoran; the Scourge of the Scara."
Myrax's eyes widened. "Wow, they have nicknames for me? Indeed; I am Makuta Myrax, the Brotherhood Outcast."
"Outcast?" Axonn asked. "Word had reached me long ago that the Brotherhood were behind the Great Cataclysm. Is this true?"
Myrax shook his head. "I wouldn't know. I was sentenced to death by the Brotherhood long before the Great Cataclysm, so I wouldn't know."
"Sentenced to death? Did you escape?" Axonn asked.
"Obviously, as I'm here," Myrax replied.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm a hunted being, Axonn. I've been island-hopping for a while. I've secured a base here."
"I've noticed, I've seen your base and your guards."
"You're new here?"
Axonn smiled. "No, I was here long before you came, me and another colleague."
"So…why are you here?" Myrax asked.
"I guard something. I cannot say what, though, as I've already said too much."
"Ah, a secret object," Myrax assumed. Before Axonn could demand how Myrax knew, Myrax continued. "I have a little power my ex-follow Makuta don't. I can detect beings and things of power. There's something here, though what it is, I do not know."
Axonn at Myrax and said, "That isn't your concern."
Myrax shrugged. "Of course not. So you've known of me for some time. Why is it only now that you come forward?"
"I have been…preoccupied and I didn't know how to confront you."
"Well, now you have." Myrax turned away and said, "Now, I must return to my land. I want to see what damage has been done there." With that he left.
To his surprise the base was sound, though some things inside were knocked down.
It's been an eventful day, he thought. Will any more come?