There before him stood three Makuta. They were all looking at something that sat huddled up between them, and as Vakama moved closer to see what it was, he was met with the sight of a boy with flaming red hair. In truth, the boy looked like he belonged to the same tribe that Vakama had. His skin was very well tanned, even at such a young age, as he appeared to be nine or ten years old, and his eyes held a terrified gleam. He seemed to be staring straight at Vakama...or rather, straight through him. Turning, Vakama felt the air leave his lungs and his throat tighten. There behind him, stood the tall, shrouded figure from the other visions, a massive axe in hand. Before all went black, all Vakama saw, was the axe being lifted, and then slammed down...directly over the red-haired boy behind him.

Vakama jerked violently as he snapped out of this most recent vision. His eyes barely focussing, he weakly looked at the two children beside him, both of whom were staring at him with obvious fear.

"Need…to find the others…" He gasped weakly. "Can't…afford to rest any longer…" Shakily, he managed somehow to stand and stagger further into the Great Temple. He knew that forcing himself to continue on was foolish, especially considering his current condition, but how could he remain idle any longer? The other Toa Metru had to know what he'd seen in his visions, and the sooner they knew, the safer everyone would be. The quiet sound of child-sized feet told Vakama that Kopaka and the Ga-Matoran were following him. That in itself gave him drive to keep going.

Eventually, it got to the point where Vakama couldn't even stand anymore, and he collapsed, several feet away from the Toa Suva. Luckily for him, Kopaka and the little girl weren't the only ones to see him fall. In mere seconds, Nokama had crossed the massive, dome-like room, and was kneeling beside Vakama to make sure his heart hadn't stopped due to exhaustion. Relieved that he was still alive, she tried to lift his muscular frame so she could move him to somewhere that he could rest. After struggling for several minutes, she gave up on this and instead sat down with his head cradled gently on her lap. As she ran her fingers through his fiery red hair, she looked at the two children who'd been following him, the girl in particular.

"Gali, where did you find him?" Her voice was full of concern and worry. The Ga-Matoran fidgeted her little fingers with mild awkwardness as she considered how to best answer the Toa of Water's question. Finally she said, shifting on her feet with obvious unease.

"Well…to be honest, I found him just inside the Temple doors. I'd heard someone crying for help, and it turned out to be this Ta-Matoran boy. He was dreadfully scared miss. I couldn't leave him on his own." Kopaka looked down at his feet as though he were ashamed of the fact he had been crying and panicking. Nokama smiled at Gali and nodded once to show that she appreciated the explanation, and then looked to Kopaka. She looked him over with curiosity.

"You aren't really a Ta-Matoran are you…Your skin is much to pale and fair to match up…and yet…you still look so much like one…what is your name, little one?"

"I. it's Kopaka, ma'am…m-my name is Kopaka…" Nokama smiled as she continued to look him over.

"I see…It is nice to meet you, Kopaka. I am Toa Nokama. Can you please tell me what ha…" She was cut off as Vakama suddenly jerked, his eyes wide and face pale. This could mean only one thing; another vision had begun.

Vakama found himself in the same room as the last vision, though instead of three Makuta, the boy with red hair, and the being wielding an axe, he found himself standing beside a large basin of water. Standing in the basin, his hands shackled behind his back, was a boy of around eight years old. His dusty brown hair was sticking out in odd angles, and was obviously a disaster. The boy himself looked just as scared as the red-haired one did, and as he turned, Vakama saw that same, shrouded figure smirking. A lizard-like, well armored being moved closer to the basin, and as it got within reach, it took hold of the back of the boy's head. The boy started to panic, struggling to get away, but before he could, the Rahkshi pushed the boy under the surface of the water. Vakama ran forwards, trying to fight the creature back...but all that happened was he was kicked away, the boy still under the water. Turning and for some reason having to look up, he found himself being restrained by two Makuta. The shrouded figure lazily glanced at him.

"You're next, boy." He then looked back to the boy in the tank. The thrashing had stopped, and as the Rahkshi lifted it's hand, he surfaced...face down.

The Toa of Fire gasped as the vision ended, as though he'd been holding his breath the entire time. "N…not another one…" He whispered, his tone weak and voice barely audible. Nokama looked highly worried now, watching her boyfriend with obvious unease and fear.

"Gali," She said softly. "Please take Kopaka somewhere he can rest. He has no doubt travelled for many hours to get this far from his home Metru." The sea-blue haired girl nodded at once.

"Yes Toa Nokama." She then turned to look at Kopaka, who by now was taking in her appearance and facial shape.

Gali's skin was a light, peachy tone, though it was somewhat tanned, a sure-fire sign that she liked being outdoors. Her eyes were a bright, almost fiery orange, and her wavy, armpit-length hair was pulled back in a loose braid, with a white lily tucked into it, just above her left ear.

She wore a silver-blue tank top, long enough to reach her mid-thighs, and a pair of sea blue, Capri leggings, which bore a very mild shimmer within the fabric. Her feet, on the other hand, were bare.

"Where are you taking me?" Kopaka asked quietly, wringing his hands nervously as he followed the Ga-Matoran. She looked over her shoulder at him, mustering up a gentle smile as she replied.

"To your bedroom silly… well, sort of. It's kind of a makeshift bedroom, and you'll be sharing it, but it's nice enough." The boy's face paled.

"A-and who am I sharing it with?" Gali giggled.

"It's not Tahu, if that's what you mean. He's bunking with a boy from Le-Koro." She was about to say more, when she blinked and paused, realizing that she was at Kopaka's room already. "Well, here we are. I'll catch up with you later, ok?" And with that, she headed off, leaving Kopaka on his own. Taking in a nervous, and rather shaky, breath, the Ko-Matoran turned to face the door. Many questions started to flood the boy's mind as he stood there, debating his next action. Who was his 'roommate'? What was he, or she, like? Which part of Metru Nui was this person from? How old were they? Would they even like him? What if they didn't?

With his mind in a flurry of debate, Kopaka could wait no longer. He had to go through the door. His hands trembling, he shakily reached out and took hold of the brass door knob. Pausing only a moment to take in a deep breath, he finally plucked up what little courage he had left, turned the knob, and entered the room, closing the door behind him as he went.