Reka never got a chance to tell Turaga Dume about Derone's death. Soon after the Toa found the Great Disks and defeated the Morbuzahk, all the Matoran were ordered to the Coliseum.
I hid at the top of a Knowledge Tower in Ko-Metru, which gave me some time to think about what I had become.

Had I really been transformed into a cruel, inconsiderate creature, just like Reka said? Was that what a Toa should be?
Was the taste of revenge not enough? Did I have to resort to killing other Matoran and stealing their bodies?
If Lhikan knew I would become such a monster, why did he give me a Toa Stone in the first place?

With so many questions spinning in my head, I never noticed the tremors of the earth and the constant cracking of the towers nearby.
Then, the quake came.

The cliff I was sitting on split in half, and I was fprced to prepare to jump to the ground far below.
Changing my Huna to a Miru, I noticed my staff rolling towards a deep crevasse in the crystal.

I would have saved it, had not the tower begun to shake, and I finally jumped off the cliff, saying goodbye to all I held dear.

I sighed as I put down the piece of charcoal and set down the writing tablet.
THe task of writing my story hadn't been easy. It had brought back a lot of pain and anger, things that I could not control.
Then I shivered, for there was still more pain to come. A story of betrayal and disguise, of power lost and hope faded.

The tale of the Visorak, and the war of Metru Nui.

To be continued in The Saga of Hikan: City of Shadows...