Author's Note: I live! Somewhat...kinda...still debating. Hey I am so sorry about the super long wait on this chapter, and it's also a shorter one so I'm REALLY sorry but for the life of me I had to just get this one finished so I can move on to different things. Hey! Poll update, it is still a thing so please continue to vote (you get three votes per person) and there is right now a definite leader.

5 Votes- Toa Jaller and Toa Kongu Combo

3 Votes-Kraata-Kal

2 Votes Lehvak-Kal, Member of the Chronicler's Company + Vahki Combo, Zaktan, Hydraxon, Vezon, and Toa Norik/Iruni

1 Vote-Toa Krakua, Thok, Defilak, Makuta Mutran, and Ehrye + Nuhrii + Vhisola + a super-secret-character

Looking good but I have one damn question. Who the hell voted for Lehvak-Kal? Of all the characters posted, Lehvak-Kal really? Now I feel like I have to put that thing in. There are times when I love the polling system, and times where I hate it.

-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-

Chapter 11: The Duty of a Hunter

"So why are we heading to this village Toa-Huntsman Qrow?" Qrow pinched his nose for what felt like the one hundredth time. He was seriously getting tired of all these question and his accursed accent and speaking in general.

"Hey buddy, can you talk normal?" Qrow turned around to face Lewa.

"No he can't," Qrow looked down to the third member of the group, Tanma, "he's been doing that ever since he arrived in Le-Koro. It's called Treespeak."

"And you know this how?"

Tanma raised a single finger.

"Did someone mention sing-song Le-Koro?" Lewa wrapped his arms around Tanma's and Qrow's shoulders. Even with his Miru covering his face, it would be impossible to miss the huge grin on his face.

"Uhh…."

"That's how," Tanma said

"Will let me tell you Toa-Huntsman Qrow, Le-Koro is a beautiful place, a lot like this actually. Huge jungle, plenty of vines to swing from, a gorgeous treeline to wind-fly atop of. Ahh it, has it all."

"Sounds real lovely," the veteran huntsman rolled his eyes, "hey come on we're nearing the village."

"Why we heading to a village?" Tanma asked him.

"I need information on a target."

Lewa shifted his head above them, he did tower over Qrow by a few inches, where he could see the outskirts of a little town in a relative clearer area of the forest. "Well that does not look so sing-song."

-Beacon Academy-

"Has anyone spoken to Gali lately?" Tahu asked as he, Kopaka, and Antroz sat in their communal, apartment, living space thing in a special part of campus.

Antroz, who had been reading a political magazine at this time, flipped a page and responded, "No, I haven't even seen her since she and Kopaka left the meeting."

"And I haven't seen her after she told me she needed some time to think," Kopaka said from the kitchen, cooking something else again.

"What are you even doing Kopaka?" Tahu asked as he set his sword on the coffee table.

The Toa came out wearing that forsaken apron again with an odd looking thing atop a plate, "What do you think?" He raised it up slightly before setting it down onto the table.

Antroz threw away the reading material and gazed upon Kopaka's creation. "...Why is it green?"

"And why is there a tentacle coming out of it?" Tahu asked placing the tip of his finger atop the still slimy appendage.

"Maybe I read the instructions wrong, this 'cake' thing doesn't look like what it is in the book," Kopaka left the room setting the...whatever it was on the coffee table and heading back to the kitchen I'm still getting use to the language here."

Antroz huffed, "I'll say, why do they have curved letters, it makes everything confusing."

"What is wrong with hexagonal shapes with lines and dots?" Tahu said to himself.

"Nothing I know," Kopaka came back in, with a large knife. He leaned in and cut into the monstrosity that was the attempted baked good. From it came a gushing pink liquid that sprayed outside the open window.

The three looked at what just happened and heard someone yell, "It's melting my skin!"

Slowly Kopaka grabbed it and threw it away without making another word.

Antroz kept his eyes on the cake, "Well at least the goo isn't blue this time."

"You're right it's pink, because that's just as lovely," Tahu couldn't resist adding on.

-X-

"So, for class today, I want to personally engage you in combat one on one!" Tahu announced to the crowd in the stands. A mixture of all students from the schools, quite the colorful bunch too. A single hand was raised, "Yes?"

"Why are we doing that?" A female student asked, "Shouldn't we focus on the Vytal Festival coming up?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't singles matches apart of the tournament?" The girl slowly lowered her hand, "You are correct as most of you will only fight in the group stages of the tournament, but I personally believe each of you have what it takes to get to the finals."

"Yeah right!"

Tahu calmly turned his head to the source of the outburst, "Would you like to comment Mister Winchester?"

The burnt orange haired teen scoffed, "I think I know why you're doing this." He paused to let Tahu narrow his eyes, "I heard that one of you is working with the White Fang."

Low hushed murmurs and whispers cascaded through the students but were silenced when Tahu raised a hand, "Those rumors are true, it has been made aware that an ally once of mine has turned against us and is fighting for the White Fang."

Cardin scoffed again, "What kind of freak would join up with those animals?"

Multiple students, all of them faunus, gave him glares that could probably kill a Tahtorak. Tahu, again, intervened, "Winchester, congratulations, you have volunteered for the first battle between me. Get your gear and be out here in five minutes."

Cardin merely scoffed and left. No one else could see as Tahu put on his Kanohi Hau, but a fire lit behind his eyes.

-X-

"Mister Antroz!" The Makuta's body shook slightly from his thoughts. After a small breath he looked to the eccentric Doctor Oobleck. "I swear he could swap bodies with Mutran and I could barely tell a difference." He cleared his throat, "Yes Doctor?"

"I was wondering if you had anything to add to the conversation?" The green haired professor stretched an arm to the group of older students, fourth years mainly. None of which he particularly cared for. He had no opportunity to pollute their minds or sway them to his side, the first and second years would provide a much more promising yield for that.

"Perhaps," Antroz walked up to the desk, "what was it you were discussing?"

"We were talking about the effects of the Great War on the morality of life in the immediate aftermath and how it can be used to affect us as hunters today," Oobleck said quickly.

Antroz mulled over the question, "A tad complex for knowing virtually nothing, but if I must. This is one must not be permitted to find out my plans." He looked at the array of document of student answers from the previous night.

"Let me first preface this with a warning, what I will say may break your resolve, and anyone who does not wish for their dream to be broken may leave." The words came as a surprise to many of the students and even the good doctor teaching the class. "The thirst of war is something very few will ever get to experience in history, when compared to the entire population of the world. It is addictive, satisfying, and near impossible to escape; and I know that some of you will be overridden by this feeling." The class did not look inspired by his words, "However, there are those who are able to break the chains and prove yourself indomitable will be the leaders of the future. In this room I can say that...some of you will have what it takes." He looked to the crowd of unsettled stares, didn't help that his Jutlin made him look terrifying, "But I have been known to be wrong before."

"I just love a little bit of ambiguity."

-X-

"Well that was certainly interesting," Weiss commented, stepping out of the arena, a faint smell of smoke filling her nostrils.

"He seemed angry," Ruby noted.

"Did it have something to do with that Takanuva guy we ran into?" Yang questioned, "He was pretty shook up."

"They all were," the heiress added, "that guy must have been a big part of their past to affect them that much. Even Kopaka looked concerned. What do you think Blake?"

"Hmm?" During the conversation Blake had found herself nose deep in a book, like she was yesterday, and the day before that, and well before that as well.

"Hey Blake, wait up!" Came the coming cry from someone behind Blake, in her dazed and tired state she barely comprehended it and turned ever so slowly to see Sun grinning end to end.

"What is it?" She wasn't even subtle, her words were like a trumpeting elephant with bright neon signs flashing 'go away' placed on its back.

"Well there's this whole dance thing coming up, sounds kinda lame really. What you say you and me make it not as lame?" He smiled and threw finger guns at her. It was really painful to watch, you could see the disgust on Blake's face from a mile away, maybe more than that.

"What?" She prayed, prayed Sun wasn't serious.

"The dance!" He said happily, blissfully unaware of Blake's demeanor. "You want to go?"

"I don't have time for a stupid dance," Blake immediately shot it down, her tired eyes giving Sun a dirty look, "I thought you of all people would understand that." Blake didn't even give the monkey a second look as she walked away opening the book she had been reading all day.

The dejected look on Sun's face was hard to bear, to Ruby, Weiss, Yang, and even the Toa of Ice who leaned up against a tree in the shade who had watched the whole thing from afar.

"Humph, a dance huh? Maybe that's it… Mata Nui, I bet Onua isn't having to deal with this."

-X-

"So can you explain to me why you blasted me into a heavily forested area?" Onua asked towards Toa Ignika, a campfire lit the legendary silver mask alive. Had he been Tahu, the forest might be on fire, thankfully he had temperament to at least listen to Ignika.

Toa Ignika looked to the team of hunters of training, Team CFVY, who were dead tired. Fighting packs of Beowulfs all day was tiring, not to mention answering all of Ignika's question. He was just like a toddler at times. How was it possible he didn't know how to use a can opener?

"Well the obvious answer was to test the humans," he paused then remembered the other species, "and the faunus too."

"You could have done that without flinging me like an insect," Onua surprisingly gave a chuckle, "that isn't a way to greet a friend."

Ignika raised a finger but put it down realising his mistake, and then nodded, "I will keep in that in mind."

"Hold up, hold up, hold everything," Coco got up from her dazed state, Onua and Ignika looked at her, "can we bring things back a moment here? What is going on?" She pointed to Ignika "Who are you?" Then her finger was aimed at Onua, "And who are you really?"

Onua tensed behind his mask, a small part of him hoped he could have avoided this, but even he had to admit this was a long shot. His mouth opened to speak.

"Wait, wait wait," Ignika cut in, silencing Onua, "let me."

Onua shrugged, "Just do it gently, we don't want them to-"

"We are beings from another world."

"Mata Nui," Onua spat out, nearly falling off the log he sat on. That was not gently at all.

Gauging the reaction of Team CFVY was not difficult, most were either too tired to really make a face, or they were shocked to a large degree. Coco was of the latter, "Wha…"

"When I touched you-"

"Excuse me?" Onua interrupted, he had heard many sayings on this planet, and the word 'touched' had many connotations here.

"I touched her," Ignika said not at all understanding, he finger moved to his forehead, "right here, on the forehead."

"Oh, thank the Great Beings."

"What'd you think I meant?" Clueless Ignika was clearly clueless, "I'm using Miss Adel's speech pathology to understand their speech patterns and adequately communicate with the new species I've been encountered with."

After having Coco in many of his guest lectures, he wasn't sure that was the best of decisions to copy her words and way of thinking. It was also weird that someone as innocent sounding as Ignika just said those exact words in that exact order. "Umm, nothing."

"Uh-huh." Ignika nodded slowly, somewhat unconvinced by his words. "As I was saying, we come another world very different than the one we currently reside."

"And who's 'we'?" Coco lazily threw her hand up as she laid on a log.

"Myself, Onua here, and from your words it appears Tahu, Gali, Kopaka, and Makuta Antroz are at your academy for huntsman and huntresses."

"All of them?" Yatsuhashi questioned.

"Yes," it was Onua who spoke.

"So, how did you get here?"

Onua looked at the fire in the middle, the flames illuminating her green eyes more than his Pakari, "The five of us were caught up in an Energy storm that somehow transporting us to your world, I have no other explanation besides that." Lazily Coco counted up the people on the list and noticed one was missing, luckily Onua wasn't finished. "Which is why I want to know how you got here Ignika," the team of teenagers and Onua zeroed in his masked face. "You went into the Cordex, you sacrificed your body to awaken Mata Nui, you were as good as dead. So how are you here?"

The 'Toa' didn't answer immediately, he didn't even speak. With an expressive sigh he reached up and removed his mask, a click was heard as the metal detached from his face. A pale, clean shaven, and plain looking face was what showed. There was nothing distinguishable about it, as if it were a blank slate. Short spiked up brown hair was probably the only defining trait. "I never knew what the life of a hero was like," he examined the mask as the empty eye holes looked back at him, "for eons I have been just a mask, the power I hold has been coveted by warlords, kings, Dark Hunters, Makuta, and even other Toa. The only heroics I ever saw were the lengths my guardians went to protect me. It wasn't until a brave soul, the one who I chose to bear my mask gave his life for others. The Matoran, the Toa, the Turaga, even the Dark Hunters and villains of this world were who he chose to save. I had never seen anyone like that, I desperately wanted to know what that life was like, so I chose to become a hero, fighting against the darkness. That's why I am here Onua."

"I get that Ignika, but I want to know how you survived after essentially disintegrating out of existence."

He leaned back, "Oh, well why didn't you say so." Apparently his communication skills could still use some work, "Once you and the other Toa Nuva were caught up in the energy storms, and Teridax took over the Great Spirit Robot, I was expelled out from the body. Teridax, while incredibly powerful still fears the Ignika, and subsequently my, powers. I still pose a threat, so he exiled me from our home. I simply locked onto your spirits and used my powers to send me here."

"Does that mean there is still hope?" Onua asked, hope laced in his gaze.

"To defeat Makuta?" Ignika smiled, "There is always hope, you must always remember that evil can never win. Heroes will always save the day, it's how the Great Spirit works." Despite it being somewhat over romanticised, it brought up Onua's spirits. Probably the first time in a long while he felt relieved.

"Well at least we have that," the Toa of Earth said as he looked into the fire.

-X-

To say Glynda was surprised to see Kopaka of all people to be in her office late at night would be an understatement, the two sharing an awkwardly long moment of staring. The white mask's cylindrical eye turning slowly for awhile before quickly turning the other way immediately. He stayed completely silent, either noting her reaction or the large stack of papers on her desk.

"Can I help you?" Glynda asked, a bit awkward at this exchange, she had been told that Kopaka was the least sociable of the bunch by not only Antroz but also Tahu.

He opened his mouth a second for a second before closing, then opened it again, "I was wondering if you could help me out with something." The last part came out slowly, "It's about Gali."

Glynda was surprised to say the least, very rarely had she been asked to help with the Bionicles outside of basic inquiries that stemmed from their lack of knowledge about Remnant. Or it was because of her relationship with Antroz. "What can I do?"

He took another reserved breath, "I want Gali to go to the dance this weekend."

That was something she certainly wasn't expecting, she knew Gali was going through some things with the appearance of Takanuva and with him being part of the White Fang. You could see the weight it had on her, soul crushing would be a good analogy for how her face looked. However, that didn't mean she completely understood why all this was transpiring in her office between her and Kopaka.

"Mind if I ask why you need my services for this?" Glynda asked, "Surely there is somebody much more suited for your request."

"As far as I know you're the only other female on school grounds. Professor Peach is gone again, something to do with her crazed experiments again. I could go ask Port or Oobleck...but they are more of a last resort if anything else. Something tells me they haven't had experience in this sort of thing."

So he was asking her because she was the only woman he knew...Glynda made a note to talk to Ozpin about increasing the teaching staff...with normal people from Remnant of course. "Well I suppose I could offer a little help, what did you have in mind?"

"How do I court a woman?"

Ah the bold approach, or the inept approach really. This was going to take a while.

"Well the first thing would be…"

-X-

Gunshots and broken glass filled the inn tavern. A flipped table stood off to the side, the tall green Lewa leapt over it to join Qrow and Tanma.

"Well it seems they weren't so sing-song," Lewa's treespeak was getting easier on Qrow. "what now bird-man?"

"This was not how I pictured this happening!" He yelled back firing a few shots from his gun before ducking back down, "But if your friend here didn't touch the innkeeper we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"You were talking about her skirt length, so I went to see what was so special about it!" Tanma added to the shouting, "You have weird cultures!" He popped above for a second before getting back down, a bullet nearly hitting his Miru.

"No one touches an innkeeper like that!" Qrow shouted.

"Weren't you saying you were going to do something to the innkeeper-lass?" Lewa questioned. "Wasn't it something like take her upstairs and give her the time of her life?"

"I hate you guys," Qrow gave a bitter grimace, he hated everything about this. Why couldn't life go back to some sort of normalcy?

"We need a plan, something tells me they aren't going to wait and shoot at us all night," Tanma said trying to peek his head over without getting shot at. "Got any Qrow?"

"Hmm," Qrow peered over the table and used the clockwork contraption in his weapon to show the barrel hidden within and blast at a few fools. The sound of wood breaking and spintering gave the idea that he missed. "There."

"What?" Tanma looked over his shoulder, "You blew a hole in the wall, how does that help?"

"You really that stupid kid? You go through it."

"With all of them between us? How are we supposed to get there?" Tanma asked and Qrow smiled, why was he smiling? It looked like Lewa caught on to it and Tanma could see a small smirk behind his mask. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

-X-

Two swords clashed in the night, the metal sparking as they met with great force. They continued this beautiful dance in the night, the only other source of light would be the campfire. Snapping and crackling, it was mesmerizing to watch the flames to and fro.

"They still going at it?"

The sound of Onua's voice startled Velvet, she jumped and one of her ears twitched over. How could someone so big be so stealthy?

"Yeah," Velvet sad turning back to the fight.

Ignika ducked under Yatsuhashi's swing, keeping both hands on his weapon as he watched the orange blade avoid his masked face. When he felt safe he rotated his wrists around and wrenched on one of his arms to come at an upward angle striking the jolly green giant in the arm. However with the maneuver he did before hand he Ignika was forced to take three steps back. It had been like this for several minutes, every strike met with another impasse. The two went at each other again and crossed blades with Yatsuhashi beginning to push on Ignika. The Toa took a step back, unfortunately for him his foot landed on a round twig and the force swept his feet from under him and Ignika fell to the floor. A resounding thud from the weight of his armor was heard that even Onua slightly winced at.

"Ow," Ignika grunted, when got up he massaged his mask as if it were his head, technically it was at one point but now it was just a face covering. A hand outstretched to which he grabbed graciously, "thank you. Your skill with a blade is amazing."

"Thank you," Yatsu did a respectful bow in response, "you were a worthy opponent."

"Now Onua," Ignika turned to the much bulkier Toa, comparing their size would be comparing a twig to a tree stump. "What can you tell me about this 'Beacon Academy'? More importantly I wish to know more about these huntsmen and huntresses."

Onua was about to start but then turned to the team of children, getting a better idea, "Why not let Velvet tell you about that? She is a hunter in training after all."

Yatsuhashi and Fox looked unphased by Onua's suggestion, Coco grew a cheeky grin, Ignika's head turned to face her. The Toa's shining eyes staring directly into Velvet's brown, it didn't help that she went timid. Her face dipped and the tops of her ears drooped. Ignika went and sat across from her which only made her shrink into herself.

"No need to be afraid Velvet, I am no venomous Rahkshi, I just have a few questions. If you answer them, then I will tell you a story from our world," Ignika extended his arm to Onua to show solidarity.

"Okay," she responded, "what do you want to know?"

"What does a huntsmen fight for?" He started, the first of many questions.

"We fight for the people of Remnant, we keep it safe and fight the Grimm and the criminals of the world."

"You fight other people?" Ignika leaned in, "But aren't you supposed to protect all the people of Remnant? Seems hypocritical in that sense."

"They are criminals that we fight, they have done bad things to people who do not deserve it."

"But what makes a criminal?" Ignika asked.

"It's their actions, their choices to do things that hurt others."

"Their actions? Are such actions always choices? What about the orphan kid in the village who has nothing to eat? The man who has to pay off debts and must steal to protect his wife and child? The warrior who kills another in a time of war? Are these actions made of our volition or are they forced upon them?"

"I-"

"I have been around for hundred and thousands of years Velvet, I have seen good and I certainly seen evil. I have seen people cross these two sides over and over again, I have witnessed the strongest of champions overcome and the weakest of individuals stand up with the might of thousands. Things are not always as they appear, one man from this universe might actually be one from another. Yet they may not. Good and evil are subjective, they can change at a moment's notice." Ignika paused and looked into the fire, "Do you want to know what I think what a huntress is supposed to do? It is their job to make sure that line of subjectiveness is never crossed. It is their job to make sure people do not get right and wrong confused or have one become the other."

Ignika paused once again and smiled beneath his mask, taking it off to look at Velvet face to face, "That is the duty of a hunter. Not to punish those who have done wrong, but to make sure wrong never takes hold of right." Ignika turned to the fire, placing his legs in a meditative stance, "Now, I believe I owe you a story from my world, so gather round friends and listen to my tale of the Bionicle," the four students all sat on logs or rocks around the fire while Onua took a stand behind Ignika, "I will tell you the story of a brave warrior, but one you would not expect, a tale of sacrifice and heroics."

"This is the Legend of Matoro."

-X-

"That was your plan?!" Tanma shouted, despite being out of breath from all the running he still found a way to yell at Qrow.

"It worked didn't it?" Qrow asked with the smuggest of smiles.

"You threw me out a window!" Tanma kept yelling.

"And?"

"You attached wooden chairs to me arms! You had me carry the fat guy over my shoulders! Juggle those bottles of beer while singing that accursed song! How many bottles of beer need to be on that wall?! I have seen some stupid plans but that sir takes the cake!" When Tanma finally stopped he fell down and took several breaths, his eyes behind his Miru glaring right at Qrow.

Lewa walked up next to Qrow a bit surprised by Tanma's long outburst. "Well then, that was fun," the Toa said, "if all the villages are like that then we will have to do that again."

Both Qrow and Tanma's faces paled, although for two various reasons. For Tanma the thought of going through all of that was traumatizing, the innkeeper was very scary. Qrow on the other hand wanted to keep his job, and if these two kept pulling stunts like that he imagined Ozpin might get a call one day from the authorities.

All Qrow could do was chuckle nervously and for once agree with Tanma, "Yeah -heh-heh- sure."

-X-

The air was cool in Vale, night had taken center stage as the moon rose to the highest it would tonight, barely a sound was made. Even Kopaka stayed still holding a bunch of flowers, for the life of him he still couldn't understand why females would like a bunch of thorny plants. So many hours were spent with him and Glynda going over asking a girl out. He had his white hair combed, put on some 'fancy' clothes, bought flowers obviously, and taken a breath mint which wasn't as bad as Glynda made it out to be. For the life of him though, he had no clue why he had to get a change of clothes, what was wrong with what he had on before?

It had taken some time but he had finally found Gali in the city, a few blocks away from where the fight with the Paladin had happened. Some kind of bar if he guessed, he had seen a few back in Atlas but had never indulged. Tahu had warned him of the substance they served. After harrassing the bouncer enough he went in to approach Gali but was stopped in his track as he saw she was with another.

"Oobleck?"

While perplexed and bewildered beyond comprehension a smile found its way onto his face as he saw she was smiling, and as was the doctor. For a moment he saw Oobleck turn his way and momentarily make eye contact. The doctor's green hair flipped back as he did a double take towards the Toa of Ice with a somewhat nervous look. All Kopaka did was keep the smile he had on before and nodded slowly. He put the bouquet down for some lucky couple to find later and walked out of the establishment.

"Good luck doctor," Kopaka said to himself more pleased than he had been in a long time, "she's quite the handful." A rare chuckle escaped him thinking of how things were transpiring, "Just imagine what Lewa and Pohatu will think of this."

-X-

"Is something wrong doctor?" Oobleck's head whipped back to Gali who had stopped talking when she noticed his eyes were transfixed on something else.

"No, no of course not," he responded in his usual quick tone, "I just saw an old colleague who was going to meet me later today. It looks like he didn't get my message that I was preoccupied tonight."

"Oh, I can leave if that's the case, you've done more than enough with your words," Gali made to stand up but was stopped by Oobleck's hand.

"Nonsense, stay, I've already canceled," he had to lie otherwise he would be sitting alone for a while before he could return to Beacon, "if you want we can get back to what we were discussing earlier."

"No, no, for now I am much better, you've helped me a lot."

"If you ever need to get anything off your chest again feel free to ask, I am quite proficient in such matters," he took a swig of coffee that was poured from his thermos.

"Actually there was something that I did want to ask," Gali looked up, her yellow eyes straight into Oobleck's, "would you accompany me to the dance coming up?"

-X-

The fire had finally died down, the smoldering remains splayed across as Onua's armored foot scraped them across the other bits of charcoal. Finally Team CFY had gone to sleep, Ignika's story went on way longer than Onua thought. Speaking of, Ignika was now sitting on a stump overlooking a vast valley beneath, the village from where he cursed the blacksmith could be seen in the distance.

Onua walked up and looked out into the field, "I assume we're going to the village the cure the man you cursed?"

"No we are not."

Ignika's answer surprised him, "And why not?"

"He did take ahold of the mask for long, by tomorrow the curse will be lifted."

"Really?"

"I can choose how long to make the curses, if you wanted I could make it eternity."

"No, no need for that," a long pause ensued, and then Onua spoke, "is he still alive?"

"Hmm?" Ignika looked up from the stump, breaking his meditative stance.

"Is he still alive?" Onua repeated.

"Is who? Matoro?"

"No, as much as I would like to thank for what he gave up I know he's gone, I'm talking about Mata Nui."

"Ah, of course him. I couldn't say Onua."

"So there is a chance?"

"Of course, there is always a chance, the world exists in a balance. Wherever there is good, there is evil. Light casts a shadow, and shadows lead to the light. Life begets death, and death allows life to exist. So long as Teridax is alive somewhere in the universes, so too must Mata Nui." Ignika's head turned to Onua, "Get some sleep, I'll take the first watch tonight. We'll leave for this Beacon Academy in the morning, I'm quite excited to arrive there."

"Okay, good night Ignika," Onua walked away.

When the Toa of Earth was far away enough that Ignika knew he couldn't hear, he let out a deep breath, "I'm sorry Onua." His hand fell to his chest and his eyes transfixed upon it, "But I can't let you know, at least not yet."

-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-

A bit of a shorter chapter and I am sorry of about that, but I had to get this one over it, this is by far one of my least favorite I've written for any of my stories and it kind of shows if you ask me. Next chapter will probably be the dance which means I will probably ship so hard for this one chapter and this one chapter only. Remember to vote in the poll (you can choose three choices so remember that). See ya later suckers.