Reka
never got a chance to tell Turaga Dume about Derone's death. Soon
after the Toa found the Great Disks and defeated the Morbuzahk, all
the Matoran were ordered to the Coliseum.
I hid at the top of a
Knowledge Tower in Ko-Metru, which gave me some time to think about
what I had become.
Had I really been transformed into a cruel,
inconsiderate creature, just like Reka said? Was that what a Toa
should be?
Was the taste of revenge not enough? Did I have to
resort to killing other Matoran and stealing their bodies?
If
Lhikan knew I would become such a monster, why did he give me a Toa
Stone in the first place?
With so many questions spinning in
my head, I never noticed the tremors of the earth and the constant
cracking of the towers nearby.
Then, the quake came.
The
cliff I was sitting on split in half, and I was fprced to prepare to
jump to the ground far below.
Changing my Huna to a Miru, I
noticed my staff rolling towards a deep crevasse in the crystal.
I would have saved it, had not the tower begun to shake, and I finally jumped off the cliff, saying goodbye to all I held dear.
I
sighed as I put down the piece of charcoal and set down the writing
tablet.
THe task of writing my story hadn't been easy. It had
brought back a lot of pain and anger, things that I could not
control.
Then I shivered, for there was still more pain to come. A
story of betrayal and disguise, of power lost and hope faded.
The tale of the Visorak, and the war of Metru Nui.
To be continued in The Saga of Hikan: City of Shadows...