On the way back to Marka's home, we suddenly took a detour into a darkened alley. I was about to question when two beams of dark red light flooded the street we had just accompanied. The beams swept the length of the street, then the lights disappeared.

"Makuta is big enough to see the entire city. We have to be careful." Marka remarked, grabbing my arm and hurrying down the alleyway. Once out into a wide street, I glanced to where I had seen the lights coming from and had to hold my breath.

There, out in the sea, was an enormous thing that looked vaguely like a person. He was shadowed by the darkness, with only his enormous red eyes piercing the black. Thank whatever god that he wasn't looking at us!

"HURRY!" Marka shouted, yanking on my arm and dragging me into her hut. At least, it looked like her hut. "What. . .the crap was that?" I asked, still trying to scrub my brain for anything that the image looked like.

"That was Makuta." Marka replied, breathing heavily. She closed the curtains and locked the door.

"So, that thing controls all those Rahkshi things? And Skular?" I couldn't help but ask. Marka only nodded, laying down on the bed that once held me.

"Yes." Ah, back to short answers again. I decided to not ask anymore and headed for furniture looking like a couch. Silence held the air hostage, as though a word from either of us would shatter the air around us.

Soon enough, after fighting it for the better half of an hour, I fell asleep.


There was a dark hallway, with two giant solid white doors on either end. I was standing in the middle, just staring out into space. After blinking a few times, I glanced about and had to check again. My body wasn't a rainbow of color anymore. I was both white and grey. I checked my mask and found it was a pure white Akaku, with no crack splitting down the middle.

"Well, a dream is a dream." I muttered, planting my mask back on. "Yes, but why keep dreaming about a Toa you never met?" Asked a familiar voice.

I spun round and saw Matoro again, with that smile of his. "It is also odd that you're speaking with the dead." He scratched his chin, looking down. I was about to ask why when I glanced down myself.

Underneath us were millions of Matoran, all heading towards the southern white door. "Why are they going that way?" I asked, feeling scared.

"It's because that way is towards peace, instead of the north, which is the pain of life." Matoro replied, sighing. I glanced at the Toa and at the two doors. "Why are you here? I mean, standing above them?"

Matoro didn't respond for a moment, directing my attention back down. Six Matoran were shaking their heads, backing away from the mob heading to the south. One from each Metru. One of them kinda looked like me. Same mask, same eyes. They turned their backs on the southern door and hurried forward, as the crowd tried to push them back.

The one from Ga-Metru snatched another white Matorans' hand and yanked him towards the northern door. Just as they reached the gigantic doorway, a deep roar emanated from below the mob of Matoran. Two dark red pearls of light shone through the blackness, growing larger as the thing crept closer.

"What the hell is that?" I shouted, jumping behind the Toa. "Makuta! We had a deal!" Matoro's voice rose above the creatures roar. "The deal was six. Not seven!" The shadow replied, sounding a lot like the deep and dark voice that I keep on hearing.

Matoro suddenly appeared, wearing golden armor and a mask that glowed with a life of its own. I glanced from that one to the one I was cowering behind. "I'm here to make sure all goes according to plan." The one I was behind said.

"What plan?" I asked, glancing from the Golden Armored one to the eyes of Makuta below.

"Can't say just yet. We should head back. Nokama will want to speak with you soon." Matoro said, giving me a shove. Whatever we were standing on, well it had an edge.

"WAIT!" I tried balancing on the edge, but my luck didn't hold. "By the way, don't believe the lies you're told." He added, gently poking me on the head. That poke was more than enough to send me toppling towards Makuta. I screamed the entire way down.

"Wake up." I told myself. "Wake up. You Kohlii-head, WAKE UP!" For some reason, my voice decided to sound more feminine than I anticipated. I was beginning to think that I would fall forever.

Until I hit the floor of Marka's house.


"My word, your screaming could cause a bioquake halfway across the city!" Marka said, shaking her head. I looked up from the ground at her and tried a smile. "Eh, had a bad dream?" I said, trying to get out of being stupid in front of probably the only girl who would talk to me.

Marka shook her head and jabbed a thumb towards the door. "Nokama sent word. She's done with the decipher." I nodded and stood, trying to look serious. When I turned back to her, she was staring at me.

"What? Got something on my mask?" I asked, sarcasm slipping out. She nodded. "That crack in your mask yesterday? It's gotten bigger." I couldn't help but worry. Though, I don't know why I would be worried about my mask, it made me kind of sick to know that I might need another one.

"Can we just head to the Turaga's?" I asked, motioning for Marka to take lead. She gave me an evil eye, but nodded and headed out the door and into sunlight. Sheilding my eyes I followed.

I could only hope that my job as Chosen One would be over. But at the risk of sounding prideful, I hoped it wouldn't.