Chapter XI:
The End of the Beginning.

"My name is Macsonn." The matoran replied, standing into the light. He had a golded Pikari, he was purple and yellow, and a sheath with a dagger and throwing stars hung from his pack. The slightest hint of a smile was on his face, though his eyes seemed very cocky, and un-amused.

"What are you doing here?" asked Codian, looking at the others, who seemed just as surprised as he did.

"The same as you." replied Macsonn, holding up a purple toa stone.

Codian stared at it, extremely confused. There were only supposed to be six toa, not seven.

"How do we know you're not telling the truth?" asked Tokamu, stepping forward.

"What would be my reasoning to do so?" replied Macsonn, giving off a knowing smile.

"I don't know…" mumbled Tokamu, stepping back into the group.

"What village do you come from?" asked Siroll,

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"I come from Onu-koro…" replied Macsonn.

"Impossible." replied Codian flatly, "You can't, you have yellow coloring, and your mask is gold. The Onu-Matoran all have dark colors."

"Which explains why your mask is silver." Macsonn replied, then smirking. "Prove me wrong."

"This mask was found in my casket when we came to Mata-Nui."

"And where'd you get it before-hand?"

"Nobody remembers that."

"Not to be a burden!" cried Janaio, "but I'd like to be a Toa before the Great Spirit fades away."

Codian nodded, "He's right. Stolen or not, Macsonn has a toa stone, so he's one of us."

The other five introduced themselves to Macsonn. Codian went over to the suva in the middle of the temple. There were seven engraved markings in the shapes of the toa stones. Codian motioned for the others to come over. As excited as he was to become a hero and defeat the Makuta, he was still terrified of what would happen. Just as frightened as he was the day he got the message to see Turaga Whenua when he was leaving from Le-koro.

"Codian!" Siroll said, tapping him. "Are you putting the stone in or not?"

Codian nodded nervously, as he put the glowing green stone into the last hole. Suddenly, the light from the stones shone brighter than the sun, and blinded the seven matoran. As they shielded themselves from the intense colors of their toa stones, a large ball of light materialized above them, and seven arms shot out of the ball, and pegged each one of the matoran in the chest, flinging them into the surrounding pillars. The light from the suva shot up, illuminating the entire island and beyond, and just as it had come, it had left, and all was silent.

There were grunts and moans as the new toa stood, waiting for their eyes to adjust. They all now were taller, and their weapons were larger and more powerful. Janaio's laser cutter was now a large tool, able to drill through any rock. Siroll's scythe was now connected onto a large staff, and sharper than the mountain ledges of Mount Ihu. Kantura's axe was able to deflect any amount of fire, and could float on lava. Tumak's pickaxe was as long as a sword and just as powerful as Kantura's axe. Tokamu's Bow an Arrow were relitavely unchanged, but he now held a sword that was able to control any type of earth. Macsonn held two short swords, and a pack of throwing stars was setting on his back. Codian's sword was also unchanged, but it was now much more powerful, longer and swirled with elemental energy.
All the toa admired their new weapons, and energies, practicing their powers. Only two still were not mesmerized by their powers. Macsonn had walked off, thinking, as everyone was distracted, and Codian was on the ground breathing hard. He hadn't understood, nothing was different, but one phrase burned in his mind. He could feel it…

His worst enemy had finally awakened.