Chapter 10.1 -- In Which A Scarab Enlightens
Authoress' Notes: This chapter is LONG. Also, I altered the online storyline a bit to fit this story I'm writing, as you'll see in this particular chapter. Please forgive me for this long wait, and I hope the Final Chapter is worth your time.
The night was falling fast as the two Matoran made their way to the lilypads of Ga-Koro. Takua was nearly out of breath; his side ached, his feet were killing him, and at this moment, he really wished Puku was with him. Though they had managed to escape the hot steamy jungles of Le-Koro, they still had to finish going through Ta-Koro before getting to Ga-Koro.
Ahead of him, Kapura was making full use of his relocating trick...he'd disappear for a moment, but then reappear in front of Takua. The multi-colored Matoran found it odd that Kapura chose to run in front of him, rather than behind him like he usually did, but there was no time to wonder about insignificant things. Kapura obviously knew where he was going. Takua knew that he himself would have gone the same way Kapura was.
Looking down briefly he saw the two scarab necklaces jaunting in time with his tread. They were both glowing faintly, as if reassuring Takua of their presence. Their luminous surfaces reflected only the slightest bit of the midday sun, barely visible through Ta-Koro's muggy atmosphere. Yes...they would soon be reunited at last. He now knew why Vakama had not told him of the other scarab, why he gave it to Kapura instead.
Takua now knew that his old self would have kept them together, his heart unable, or perhaps, unwilling to let the truth about Mata Nui appear. The fact that Mata Nui was just as capable of making mistakes as any of the other island's inhabitants, would not have registered in his innocent heart. He would have never believed that a being so pure, so good, would make such a grievous mistake.
Once again, the knowledge had just occurred to him, appearing from the dark recesses of his mind as if it had always been there. Mata Nui was just as fallible as Makuta, despite being his complete opposite. The island's inhabitants did not name the island after Mata Nui because he was perfect...they named it after him because they loved him, and appreciated the fact that he always had their best interests at heart...
"Takua, you there?"
The multi-colored Matoran blinked, and then smiled rather awkwardly, as if embarrassed being caught off guard. Did Makuta ever feel this way around Mata Nui? "Of course I'm here. I was just thinking about what I'm about to do, that's all. Why do you ask?"
Kapura shrugged, puffing a jet of fire into the air. "I was curious. I still have no idea what you're going to do."
"You won't until I do it." Takua said flatly, patting Kapura on the back. "No offense to you, but I can't risk anyone disagreeing with me and putting doubt into my mind now."
All of a sudden, a familiar voice resounded in front of the duo.
"Halt! Who goes there!?"
Takua jumped, but Kapura peered into the darkness fearlessly, he knew who it was, and his whole face lit up. "Jala! That you?" Then as if remembering himself, he saluted formally. "Good evening, Jala. If you don't find it impertinent, may I ask you what you're doing?"
"I'm getting the Guard ready to help Ga-Koro, what else would I be doing right now?" Jala replied, albeit sharply. Gesturing behind him, there was quite a few Guardsmen, obviously getting ready for battle, as a lot of them carried battle discs. "Vakama received word from Nokama that a bunch of Pahrak were giving them trouble. So, he asked me to recruit some of our best Guardsmen to go and assist them."
Takua and Kapura glanced at each other as if to say: It's that serious?
Finally, Kapura spoke again. "I'm a member of the Guard as well. Should I go with you, Jala?"
Jala smiled slightly and shook his head. "I would appreciate it if you were to stay with me and fight Kapura. As it is though, I have heard of your mission from Vakama, and I wholeheartedly approve. Someone needs to keep an eye on our little rogue Matoran."
Takua snorted, but Jala continued as if Takua hadn't even spoken. "I have very little time to talk, so you two best be on your way. We'll meet up later."
Takua nodded, as did Kapura, both of them bowing formally.
Chapter 10.2 -- Before the Sun Went Down
"Look!" said Kapura. "We're there!"
"About time." Takua grumbled, but only halfheartedly. He felt excited and nervous. Every second drew him closer to his chosen path. He could barely wait to throw a wrench into destiny's plans, but kept himself from dwelling on it again. If he thought about what he was going to do more than he had already, he would chicken out, and he could not allow that to happen.
"We're not the only ones here either, Kapura." Takua said, his voice hushed. "The Po-Koronans are here, and Nuparu is too, with his Boxor!"
Excitedly, Takua raced down the causeway, Kapura now following behind him. The Ga-Matorans guarding the gate bowed politely. "Are you the Guardsmen that Vakama said would be sent?" asked one of them, a Matoran with a pale Matatu. The other one remained silent.
"I'm Takua. I'm not with the Guard, but Kapura and myself here had met up with Jala right before we left. He had at least a quarter of the Guard getting ready, and will probably be here within an hour or so. If you don't mind, we really need to talk to Nokama. It's important."
The Matoran nodded knowledgeably. "I'm Shasa. I'll take you to her right now, if you wish. Marcka will handle it for two minutes, won't you dear?
Marcka grunted.
"Was that a yes or a no?" asked Kapura, with genuine curiosity.
Shasa turned back to Kapura and smiled. "It was a yes. Let us hurry now, Nokama's expecting you."
-*-*-
Shasa predictably led them to the biggest hut in the village, and rapped softly three times on the door. "Turaga Nokama, The Chronicler, and Kapura of Ta-Koro are here to see you."
"Send them in, Shasa. Thank you."
Takua went into the Turaga's dwelling, and swallowed slightly as Nokama bowed formally to them. "Takua, I am glad that you, as well as Kapura have made it." I am not sure if you know this yet, but the Toa have gone into the nest, hoping to bring down the Bohrok Swarms' twin rulers, Cahdok and Gahdok."
Nokama turned back to face Takua, gold eyes serious. "Gali has a message for you:"
"Tell Takua that what he has to do must be done, and to believe in his abilities. Tell him to trust in the dreams that have been given to him. They will provide the answer he seeks, for they are not just memories of the past, but glimpses of the future. For when he does, the Toa will answer his summons."
"That is her message Takua. I am aware of your quest, but I do believe that only you would know exactly what she means. Your destiny is linked to all of Mata Nui, more so than you realize."
Takua's spirit plummeted at Nokama's words. They brought up a grudge he did not like to dwell on, a grudge that threatened to consume his sanity. Ever since he could breathe, the word destiny had been linked with his very name, it's sinister ring whispered by Turaga in dusty prophecies older than dirt.
The multi-colored Matoran fumed quietly. This was the reason why Turaga frustrated him. Turaga spent far more time deciphering prophecies in ancient runes, symbols, and Sacred Fire than they slept. They were superstitious, and always seemed to treat him as a tool to fix every thing that went wrong on the island. Takua respected all the Turaga, appreciated them for all the wonderful things they did for the island, and marveled at their willpower. He especially admired Vakama, but no matter how well Vakama treated him, Takua still thought of himself as the Turaga's trump card to play against Makuta when all seemed lost.
Was this the reason why he was viewed as a freak to his fellow Matoran? Was this all due to the fact that he believed that the future of the island was shaped by its inhabitants, and not by destiny and prophecies? The thought was not pleasing, but then he remembered the message Nokama delivered to him from Gali. He felt somehow, encouraged by it. The word 'destiny' had not been used at all. Takua felt his anger almost evaporate. Did Gali actually believe in him? The thought made his heart soar. Could it be that she understood him?
Takua knew that Gali was the most psychic of all the Toa, her visions shared with him during their battle with Makuta were pinpoints to this, but her message...it was so uplifting and so different from what he was used to. He was used to being gently chided and prodded as if the island would surely die if he did not fill the prophecies.
But this time...this time...he felt Hope.
"Turaga Nokama, thank you." Takua said, bowing. "I have a message for you as well. Jala should be here any moment now."
Suddenly, a shrill scream rang from outside the hut, alarming both of them. It was then he noticed that Kapura had disappeared. Quickly, he rushed to the window of the hut, and peered out. Maku had fallen down, and four ugly Pahrak were rushing towards part of the causeway from Ga-Koro to the beach. He thought Maku was done for, but then when Huki finished off the causeway with the end of a fishing net, and a well-aimed rock, Takua felt himself breathe with relief.
"Are you done talking to Nokama yet? Jala has arrived, and wants to speak with you."
Takua turned around, no longer startled nor surprised to see Kapura suddenly appear beside him. It was as if the recent acquisition of Mata Nui's side of the scarab had helped soothe Takua's usual defensiveness. "So that's where you went, Kapura. You went to greet Jala. In answer to your question though, yes, I'm done for now. But can I ask you a question, Kapura?
Kapura shrugged. "I don't know. I cannot guarantee a coherent answer unless I know what the question is."
"Trust me, Kapura." Takua said, smiling. "You'll be able to answer this one. Have you seen me shapeshift at all recently? I remember you during the earliest part of our journey, you got very frightened at times at my image. What was the image? I couldn't figure out for the life of me what the heck you were giving yourself a coronary for, but I now have an idea as of what it could be. Please tell me."
"I was seeing the image of an infected Matoran wearing a Hau mask. It's image usually occurred whenever you were mad at me. Ever since I gave you that scarab though, you haven't shape-shifted at all."
Takua nodded. "I thought so. That was probably because I once had a connection with the Great Beings. When I was receiving the telepathic dreams from Gali while the Toa were underground, Makuta first appeared to them in the guise of an infected Matoran. I think that possessing Makuta's side of the gem was what gave me his appearance, not to mention some of his temper. I'm really sorry for how I treated you."
"Don't worry about it, Takua. I had Mata Nui's side of the scarab. Having a little access to his patience helped alot, as I'm sure he had several quarrels with Makuta.
"If only you knew..." thought Takua.
"Thanks Kapura. Let's go help Jala and the others before the sun goes down."
Chapter 10.3 -- Parting of the Ways
For all the planning that went on during the night, despite all the times Takua had dealt with dangerous creatures, he couldn't help but feel that this time, they were really in trouble. In an ambush that was unusually clever for this particular breed of Bohrok, the Pahrak had attacked by ambush, and completely destroyed the village before all their traps were set. Even Nuparu and his Boxor crewmen had failed. Had it not been for the fast thinking (and swimming) for Kotu and Maku, the Onu-Koronans would have joined their Boxor vehicles at the bottom of the ocean.
In a familiar last ditch attempt, and with the consent of the two Turaga, Maku and Kotu had severed a particularly large lily pad with a sickle, hoping that they could evacuate to somewhere safer, and deal with the Pahrak later. But they had not seen the slender Va that had apparently appeared during the night to deliver new krana to the Pahrak. With the newly bestowed Vu carefully stashed in their headplates, the Pahrak were mechanical soldiers reborn, and had cornered many of the islands' icons, including Takua himself.
Inwardly, the multi-colored Matoran groaned. "Geez...this must be the result of Mata Nui's scarab. I've done some stupid things, but launching myself on a lily pad in the middle of the ocean, with three huge hulking Bohrok that had no goal other than complete and utter destruction of the island has got to take the cake." Crouching in a Jack Dempsey stance, his eyes alight with the fire of two gods, he did the first thing he thought of.
"Touch one hair on their heads beasts, and you'll have to deal with me!" he heard himself yell, standing protectively in front of the small group. Everything was coming to a head here, the broken scarab burning as if in response to the adrenaline rushing through his veins. And all he could do was distract the beasts from hurting the inhabitants until the Toa returned victorious. When would the Toa return? Would they return?
Again, Takua attempted to distract the huge insects, which growled at him. "If you mean to kill us, then get on with it! If not, then SHOO!"
As if in response to his war cry, a shimmering radiant light could be seen emitting itself from Gali's suva, along with a symbol of sorts. The brilliant power shot through the suva, and easily downed the treacherous beasts that had given the water village such trouble. The scarab halves glowed, and Takua could feel the island's misery, along with his own fears, dissipate into nothingness. Gali's mellifluous voice, brimming with emotion, reached his mind, touching his soul. "We are victorious!"
Before he could say anything though, Nokama had pointed at the symbol. "The Toa have won." Maku and the others had already began paddling the lily pad back to Ga-Koro, relief on their faces. Takua felt happy. The Bohrok Queens, and the swarms that had caused so much destruction, had been defeated. Beside him, Kapura was grinning, his eyes shining with a light Takua had never seen before.
"They did it, Takua."
Takua nodded, albeit solemnly. Quietly, and without theatrics, he united the broken scarab and held it in his hand, close to his heart. "That is why I do not believe in destiny. Destiny could not have united the Toa like this. When they showed up, it was up to them whether or not they would unite and fulfill their duty. Destiny is cold, absolute, and we were lucky that the Toa learned to love this island as much as we did."
He looked up at Nokama, and Onewa. "I had several dreams throughout my journey. Most of them dealt with Mata Nui and Makuta. However, there was one dream that I felt was a premonition."
Onewa laid a hand on Takua's shoulder. "Will you tell us, Chronicler?"
Takua smiled quietly. "There is no need to. But if you must know, in that particular dream, I was a wreck. The scarab had nearly consumed me, and I destroyed the scarab to protect myself, and those who would suffer from my unstable mind." Within a flash, Takua opened his fist. The scarab was nothing but silver-black powder now, a gust of wind sweeping its remains over the sea.
"Mata Nui and Makuta got us started. It is up to us though, what to make of this island that has been given to us. I can't help but believe that we need to start taking matters into our own hands, rather than relying on prophecies. Nothing is ever certain."
Nokama looked a little pale, and Takua was pretty sure that being seasick was out of the question. It was awhile before she spoke again. "I should have seen it sooner. We can see the destinies of almost every Matoran on Mata Nui, or at least parts of them. Yours however, was always a mystery. Nixie, our astrologer, rarely saw anything involving you written in the stars. I now see why..."
"Most Matoran don't question their role much." Onewa said, suddenly. There was no anger to his tone, but rather a sort of mixture between awe and fear. "Most are happy, and pleased with the flow of things in the Fates have in store for them. You, though obviously full of good intentions, have always been a little different in that way."
"They're afraid of me." Takua thought sadly. "I had hoped this journey would open a few more eyes, but it seems that it's just too revolutionary of an idea to rely on one's own strength rather than destiny. The three pillars of Destiny, Duty, and Unity have been around for most likely many, many centuries. It would be totally out of line to expect that the Turaga would trust in their own abilities this soon...it would take many, many years to change their way of thinking, even if they wanted to."
"They obviously respect me though." Takua continued thoughtfully. "It's obvious that I'm not going to be exiled again. I should be more grateful."
"Yoo-hoo, we're back...Takua, you can get off the lilypad now."
The clear tones of Maku broke through Takua's reverie, and sure enough, he found himself standing alone on the lilypad, while Kapura and the others looked curiously at him from the sandy beach. Sheepishly, he made his way over and hopped off over by Kapura, who was talking to Jala.
Nokama made her way over to the Ta-Koronans, and smiled. "Thank you, Jala, for sending some of your Guard to help us. Tell Vakama that I hope we can return the favor someday."
Jala bowed. "If you need help again, just ask."
Nokama nodded. "May the Great Beings watch over all of you on your return home." Without another word, she headed back to Ga-Koro, and her villagers.
"You ready to go home, guys?" asked Takua.
Kapura nodded. "I am...but I'm not sure about Jala here. He's been smitten by the blue water bug."
Jala bopped Kapura lightly on the head. "Do not disrespect your commander." Takua noticed however, that Jala was blushing slightly. "I have not been hit by the 'blue water bug.' Jala replied, with dignity. "I merely wanted to spend some time with Hahli. She's a remarkable young lady, and very brave."
"And cute." Kapura grinned, dodging another bop. "So that's the real reason why you volunteered to bring some Guard over to protect Ga-Koro."
"Knock it off, Kapura."
"Killjoy."
Takua laughed at their banter. Apparently, Jala really liked Kapura, he'd never seen them act so informal together. "I'll see you in Ta-Koro, guys."
"Wait!" said Kapura, scurrying up beside him. "Let me come with you. Jala's going to be hanging out with Hahli for awhile, and I don't think he would like me around while they um...chat. Besides, Vakama told me to come with you when you returned."
Takua smiled. "Thanks. But no mention of destiny, okay?"
-fine-
More Notes: SoTW was officially my longest work to date. I hope you had as much fun reading it, as I had writing it. There were some parts that I think could still use work throughout the story, and might be rewritten at a later date, but overall, I am quite pleased with it.
For all of those who were hoping to see Vakama's reaction, I myself was undecided on how Vakama would take it, so I didn't show it. He obviously cares deeply for Takua, and is very protective of him. At the same time though, I keep seeing him as one one who's pretty much set in his ways, despite his fiery disposition. Again, I'm sorry.
If you were hoping to see a sequel, you're out of luck, unless I can make the MoL movie work within the theme the story, which is highly unlikely. Never fear though, I intend on making several short stories from those Takua interacts with throughout the story from their POV. The ones foreseeable in the near future are Kapura's and Nokama's, both of which have already been started.
Thanks especially to Israeli Toa, Janus, Bonehead108, and Makuta Master for all their advice, ideas, help, late night convos, and general support. I would still be struggling with the last chapter if it had not been for you guys. You're the best!
Authoress' Notes: This chapter is LONG. Also, I altered the online storyline a bit to fit this story I'm writing, as you'll see in this particular chapter. Please forgive me for this long wait, and I hope the Final Chapter is worth your time.
The night was falling fast as the two Matoran made their way to the lilypads of Ga-Koro. Takua was nearly out of breath; his side ached, his feet were killing him, and at this moment, he really wished Puku was with him. Though they had managed to escape the hot steamy jungles of Le-Koro, they still had to finish going through Ta-Koro before getting to Ga-Koro.
Ahead of him, Kapura was making full use of his relocating trick...he'd disappear for a moment, but then reappear in front of Takua. The multi-colored Matoran found it odd that Kapura chose to run in front of him, rather than behind him like he usually did, but there was no time to wonder about insignificant things. Kapura obviously knew where he was going. Takua knew that he himself would have gone the same way Kapura was.
Looking down briefly he saw the two scarab necklaces jaunting in time with his tread. They were both glowing faintly, as if reassuring Takua of their presence. Their luminous surfaces reflected only the slightest bit of the midday sun, barely visible through Ta-Koro's muggy atmosphere. Yes...they would soon be reunited at last. He now knew why Vakama had not told him of the other scarab, why he gave it to Kapura instead.
Takua now knew that his old self would have kept them together, his heart unable, or perhaps, unwilling to let the truth about Mata Nui appear. The fact that Mata Nui was just as capable of making mistakes as any of the other island's inhabitants, would not have registered in his innocent heart. He would have never believed that a being so pure, so good, would make such a grievous mistake.
Once again, the knowledge had just occurred to him, appearing from the dark recesses of his mind as if it had always been there. Mata Nui was just as fallible as Makuta, despite being his complete opposite. The island's inhabitants did not name the island after Mata Nui because he was perfect...they named it after him because they loved him, and appreciated the fact that he always had their best interests at heart...
"Takua, you there?"
The multi-colored Matoran blinked, and then smiled rather awkwardly, as if embarrassed being caught off guard. Did Makuta ever feel this way around Mata Nui? "Of course I'm here. I was just thinking about what I'm about to do, that's all. Why do you ask?"
Kapura shrugged, puffing a jet of fire into the air. "I was curious. I still have no idea what you're going to do."
"You won't until I do it." Takua said flatly, patting Kapura on the back. "No offense to you, but I can't risk anyone disagreeing with me and putting doubt into my mind now."
All of a sudden, a familiar voice resounded in front of the duo.
"Halt! Who goes there!?"
Takua jumped, but Kapura peered into the darkness fearlessly, he knew who it was, and his whole face lit up. "Jala! That you?" Then as if remembering himself, he saluted formally. "Good evening, Jala. If you don't find it impertinent, may I ask you what you're doing?"
"I'm getting the Guard ready to help Ga-Koro, what else would I be doing right now?" Jala replied, albeit sharply. Gesturing behind him, there was quite a few Guardsmen, obviously getting ready for battle, as a lot of them carried battle discs. "Vakama received word from Nokama that a bunch of Pahrak were giving them trouble. So, he asked me to recruit some of our best Guardsmen to go and assist them."
Takua and Kapura glanced at each other as if to say: It's that serious?
Finally, Kapura spoke again. "I'm a member of the Guard as well. Should I go with you, Jala?"
Jala smiled slightly and shook his head. "I would appreciate it if you were to stay with me and fight Kapura. As it is though, I have heard of your mission from Vakama, and I wholeheartedly approve. Someone needs to keep an eye on our little rogue Matoran."
Takua snorted, but Jala continued as if Takua hadn't even spoken. "I have very little time to talk, so you two best be on your way. We'll meet up later."
Takua nodded, as did Kapura, both of them bowing formally.
Chapter 10.2 -- Before the Sun Went Down
"Look!" said Kapura. "We're there!"
"About time." Takua grumbled, but only halfheartedly. He felt excited and nervous. Every second drew him closer to his chosen path. He could barely wait to throw a wrench into destiny's plans, but kept himself from dwelling on it again. If he thought about what he was going to do more than he had already, he would chicken out, and he could not allow that to happen.
"We're not the only ones here either, Kapura." Takua said, his voice hushed. "The Po-Koronans are here, and Nuparu is too, with his Boxor!"
Excitedly, Takua raced down the causeway, Kapura now following behind him. The Ga-Matorans guarding the gate bowed politely. "Are you the Guardsmen that Vakama said would be sent?" asked one of them, a Matoran with a pale Matatu. The other one remained silent.
"I'm Takua. I'm not with the Guard, but Kapura and myself here had met up with Jala right before we left. He had at least a quarter of the Guard getting ready, and will probably be here within an hour or so. If you don't mind, we really need to talk to Nokama. It's important."
The Matoran nodded knowledgeably. "I'm Shasa. I'll take you to her right now, if you wish. Marcka will handle it for two minutes, won't you dear?
Marcka grunted.
"Was that a yes or a no?" asked Kapura, with genuine curiosity.
Shasa turned back to Kapura and smiled. "It was a yes. Let us hurry now, Nokama's expecting you."
-*-*-
Shasa predictably led them to the biggest hut in the village, and rapped softly three times on the door. "Turaga Nokama, The Chronicler, and Kapura of Ta-Koro are here to see you."
"Send them in, Shasa. Thank you."
Takua went into the Turaga's dwelling, and swallowed slightly as Nokama bowed formally to them. "Takua, I am glad that you, as well as Kapura have made it." I am not sure if you know this yet, but the Toa have gone into the nest, hoping to bring down the Bohrok Swarms' twin rulers, Cahdok and Gahdok."
Nokama turned back to face Takua, gold eyes serious. "Gali has a message for you:"
"Tell Takua that what he has to do must be done, and to believe in his abilities. Tell him to trust in the dreams that have been given to him. They will provide the answer he seeks, for they are not just memories of the past, but glimpses of the future. For when he does, the Toa will answer his summons."
"That is her message Takua. I am aware of your quest, but I do believe that only you would know exactly what she means. Your destiny is linked to all of Mata Nui, more so than you realize."
Takua's spirit plummeted at Nokama's words. They brought up a grudge he did not like to dwell on, a grudge that threatened to consume his sanity. Ever since he could breathe, the word destiny had been linked with his very name, it's sinister ring whispered by Turaga in dusty prophecies older than dirt.
The multi-colored Matoran fumed quietly. This was the reason why Turaga frustrated him. Turaga spent far more time deciphering prophecies in ancient runes, symbols, and Sacred Fire than they slept. They were superstitious, and always seemed to treat him as a tool to fix every thing that went wrong on the island. Takua respected all the Turaga, appreciated them for all the wonderful things they did for the island, and marveled at their willpower. He especially admired Vakama, but no matter how well Vakama treated him, Takua still thought of himself as the Turaga's trump card to play against Makuta when all seemed lost.
Was this the reason why he was viewed as a freak to his fellow Matoran? Was this all due to the fact that he believed that the future of the island was shaped by its inhabitants, and not by destiny and prophecies? The thought was not pleasing, but then he remembered the message Nokama delivered to him from Gali. He felt somehow, encouraged by it. The word 'destiny' had not been used at all. Takua felt his anger almost evaporate. Did Gali actually believe in him? The thought made his heart soar. Could it be that she understood him?
Takua knew that Gali was the most psychic of all the Toa, her visions shared with him during their battle with Makuta were pinpoints to this, but her message...it was so uplifting and so different from what he was used to. He was used to being gently chided and prodded as if the island would surely die if he did not fill the prophecies.
But this time...this time...he felt Hope.
"Turaga Nokama, thank you." Takua said, bowing. "I have a message for you as well. Jala should be here any moment now."
Suddenly, a shrill scream rang from outside the hut, alarming both of them. It was then he noticed that Kapura had disappeared. Quickly, he rushed to the window of the hut, and peered out. Maku had fallen down, and four ugly Pahrak were rushing towards part of the causeway from Ga-Koro to the beach. He thought Maku was done for, but then when Huki finished off the causeway with the end of a fishing net, and a well-aimed rock, Takua felt himself breathe with relief.
"Are you done talking to Nokama yet? Jala has arrived, and wants to speak with you."
Takua turned around, no longer startled nor surprised to see Kapura suddenly appear beside him. It was as if the recent acquisition of Mata Nui's side of the scarab had helped soothe Takua's usual defensiveness. "So that's where you went, Kapura. You went to greet Jala. In answer to your question though, yes, I'm done for now. But can I ask you a question, Kapura?
Kapura shrugged. "I don't know. I cannot guarantee a coherent answer unless I know what the question is."
"Trust me, Kapura." Takua said, smiling. "You'll be able to answer this one. Have you seen me shapeshift at all recently? I remember you during the earliest part of our journey, you got very frightened at times at my image. What was the image? I couldn't figure out for the life of me what the heck you were giving yourself a coronary for, but I now have an idea as of what it could be. Please tell me."
"I was seeing the image of an infected Matoran wearing a Hau mask. It's image usually occurred whenever you were mad at me. Ever since I gave you that scarab though, you haven't shape-shifted at all."
Takua nodded. "I thought so. That was probably because I once had a connection with the Great Beings. When I was receiving the telepathic dreams from Gali while the Toa were underground, Makuta first appeared to them in the guise of an infected Matoran. I think that possessing Makuta's side of the gem was what gave me his appearance, not to mention some of his temper. I'm really sorry for how I treated you."
"Don't worry about it, Takua. I had Mata Nui's side of the scarab. Having a little access to his patience helped alot, as I'm sure he had several quarrels with Makuta.
"If only you knew..." thought Takua.
"Thanks Kapura. Let's go help Jala and the others before the sun goes down."
Chapter 10.3 -- Parting of the Ways
For all the planning that went on during the night, despite all the times Takua had dealt with dangerous creatures, he couldn't help but feel that this time, they were really in trouble. In an ambush that was unusually clever for this particular breed of Bohrok, the Pahrak had attacked by ambush, and completely destroyed the village before all their traps were set. Even Nuparu and his Boxor crewmen had failed. Had it not been for the fast thinking (and swimming) for Kotu and Maku, the Onu-Koronans would have joined their Boxor vehicles at the bottom of the ocean.
In a familiar last ditch attempt, and with the consent of the two Turaga, Maku and Kotu had severed a particularly large lily pad with a sickle, hoping that they could evacuate to somewhere safer, and deal with the Pahrak later. But they had not seen the slender Va that had apparently appeared during the night to deliver new krana to the Pahrak. With the newly bestowed Vu carefully stashed in their headplates, the Pahrak were mechanical soldiers reborn, and had cornered many of the islands' icons, including Takua himself.
Inwardly, the multi-colored Matoran groaned. "Geez...this must be the result of Mata Nui's scarab. I've done some stupid things, but launching myself on a lily pad in the middle of the ocean, with three huge hulking Bohrok that had no goal other than complete and utter destruction of the island has got to take the cake." Crouching in a Jack Dempsey stance, his eyes alight with the fire of two gods, he did the first thing he thought of.
"Touch one hair on their heads beasts, and you'll have to deal with me!" he heard himself yell, standing protectively in front of the small group. Everything was coming to a head here, the broken scarab burning as if in response to the adrenaline rushing through his veins. And all he could do was distract the beasts from hurting the inhabitants until the Toa returned victorious. When would the Toa return? Would they return?
Again, Takua attempted to distract the huge insects, which growled at him. "If you mean to kill us, then get on with it! If not, then SHOO!"
As if in response to his war cry, a shimmering radiant light could be seen emitting itself from Gali's suva, along with a symbol of sorts. The brilliant power shot through the suva, and easily downed the treacherous beasts that had given the water village such trouble. The scarab halves glowed, and Takua could feel the island's misery, along with his own fears, dissipate into nothingness. Gali's mellifluous voice, brimming with emotion, reached his mind, touching his soul. "We are victorious!"
Before he could say anything though, Nokama had pointed at the symbol. "The Toa have won." Maku and the others had already began paddling the lily pad back to Ga-Koro, relief on their faces. Takua felt happy. The Bohrok Queens, and the swarms that had caused so much destruction, had been defeated. Beside him, Kapura was grinning, his eyes shining with a light Takua had never seen before.
"They did it, Takua."
Takua nodded, albeit solemnly. Quietly, and without theatrics, he united the broken scarab and held it in his hand, close to his heart. "That is why I do not believe in destiny. Destiny could not have united the Toa like this. When they showed up, it was up to them whether or not they would unite and fulfill their duty. Destiny is cold, absolute, and we were lucky that the Toa learned to love this island as much as we did."
He looked up at Nokama, and Onewa. "I had several dreams throughout my journey. Most of them dealt with Mata Nui and Makuta. However, there was one dream that I felt was a premonition."
Onewa laid a hand on Takua's shoulder. "Will you tell us, Chronicler?"
Takua smiled quietly. "There is no need to. But if you must know, in that particular dream, I was a wreck. The scarab had nearly consumed me, and I destroyed the scarab to protect myself, and those who would suffer from my unstable mind." Within a flash, Takua opened his fist. The scarab was nothing but silver-black powder now, a gust of wind sweeping its remains over the sea.
"Mata Nui and Makuta got us started. It is up to us though, what to make of this island that has been given to us. I can't help but believe that we need to start taking matters into our own hands, rather than relying on prophecies. Nothing is ever certain."
Nokama looked a little pale, and Takua was pretty sure that being seasick was out of the question. It was awhile before she spoke again. "I should have seen it sooner. We can see the destinies of almost every Matoran on Mata Nui, or at least parts of them. Yours however, was always a mystery. Nixie, our astrologer, rarely saw anything involving you written in the stars. I now see why..."
"Most Matoran don't question their role much." Onewa said, suddenly. There was no anger to his tone, but rather a sort of mixture between awe and fear. "Most are happy, and pleased with the flow of things in the Fates have in store for them. You, though obviously full of good intentions, have always been a little different in that way."
"They're afraid of me." Takua thought sadly. "I had hoped this journey would open a few more eyes, but it seems that it's just too revolutionary of an idea to rely on one's own strength rather than destiny. The three pillars of Destiny, Duty, and Unity have been around for most likely many, many centuries. It would be totally out of line to expect that the Turaga would trust in their own abilities this soon...it would take many, many years to change their way of thinking, even if they wanted to."
"They obviously respect me though." Takua continued thoughtfully. "It's obvious that I'm not going to be exiled again. I should be more grateful."
"Yoo-hoo, we're back...Takua, you can get off the lilypad now."
The clear tones of Maku broke through Takua's reverie, and sure enough, he found himself standing alone on the lilypad, while Kapura and the others looked curiously at him from the sandy beach. Sheepishly, he made his way over and hopped off over by Kapura, who was talking to Jala.
Nokama made her way over to the Ta-Koronans, and smiled. "Thank you, Jala, for sending some of your Guard to help us. Tell Vakama that I hope we can return the favor someday."
Jala bowed. "If you need help again, just ask."
Nokama nodded. "May the Great Beings watch over all of you on your return home." Without another word, she headed back to Ga-Koro, and her villagers.
"You ready to go home, guys?" asked Takua.
Kapura nodded. "I am...but I'm not sure about Jala here. He's been smitten by the blue water bug."
Jala bopped Kapura lightly on the head. "Do not disrespect your commander." Takua noticed however, that Jala was blushing slightly. "I have not been hit by the 'blue water bug.' Jala replied, with dignity. "I merely wanted to spend some time with Hahli. She's a remarkable young lady, and very brave."
"And cute." Kapura grinned, dodging another bop. "So that's the real reason why you volunteered to bring some Guard over to protect Ga-Koro."
"Knock it off, Kapura."
"Killjoy."
Takua laughed at their banter. Apparently, Jala really liked Kapura, he'd never seen them act so informal together. "I'll see you in Ta-Koro, guys."
"Wait!" said Kapura, scurrying up beside him. "Let me come with you. Jala's going to be hanging out with Hahli for awhile, and I don't think he would like me around while they um...chat. Besides, Vakama told me to come with you when you returned."
Takua smiled. "Thanks. But no mention of destiny, okay?"
-fine-
More Notes: SoTW was officially my longest work to date. I hope you had as much fun reading it, as I had writing it. There were some parts that I think could still use work throughout the story, and might be rewritten at a later date, but overall, I am quite pleased with it.
For all of those who were hoping to see Vakama's reaction, I myself was undecided on how Vakama would take it, so I didn't show it. He obviously cares deeply for Takua, and is very protective of him. At the same time though, I keep seeing him as one one who's pretty much set in his ways, despite his fiery disposition. Again, I'm sorry.
If you were hoping to see a sequel, you're out of luck, unless I can make the MoL movie work within the theme the story, which is highly unlikely. Never fear though, I intend on making several short stories from those Takua interacts with throughout the story from their POV. The ones foreseeable in the near future are Kapura's and Nokama's, both of which have already been started.
Thanks especially to Israeli Toa, Janus, Bonehead108, and Makuta Master for all their advice, ideas, help, late night convos, and general support. I would still be struggling with the last chapter if it had not been for you guys. You're the best!