Chapter 7
"Well, isn't this just great," muttered one of the cloaked figure in the cells "First, we go off finding that one really powerful dimensional gate mask only to find that it's not there. Then, we end up being prisoners and we get tortured. And then we're being accused that one of our own had freed some fugitive who is supposed to be some human kid."
"Hey, look at the bright side Tawhiri," said another cloaked figure named Marama "At least things couldn't get any worse right?"
He then glanced at Alohalani who was in the cell next to him (along with Tawhiri) but he didn't reply.
"Right…?" repeated Marama
"Oh, trust me," said Alohalani "Things are going to get worse. Much worse."
"How can you be so certain?" asked one of the female cloaked figures named Iraha
"There's only one reason anyone would want to capture a human alive," said Alohalani "You remember that poem? The one about… you know… "
He then recited a poem that had been passed down since the time before time:
'When death takes the day
And the world seems bleak
Take the tip of a cutter, be it sharp or dull
Glide it along the shell of a sapien
And it will begin to drip
Drip, drip, drip
When the scarlet tide finds its way out of the maze
Everything, even death, will be undone
All with a little trail of crimson thread
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip'
The entire brig fell silent. How could they ever forget that disturbing poem? The one poem that described… no, they couldn't even bear to think about it or even mention its name. Just the mention of that poem made Kale cringe. For a while no one uttered a word until another cloaked figure named Enakai spoke up.
"So, now what do we do?" he asked
"Well first," said Alohalani "We need to get out of here."
"Have any ideas?" asked Kale
"Just one," said Alohalani "Do you think you can teleport us out of here, Kale?"
"I could if I would if it weren't for the fact that I can only use my mask power once away thanks to certain bargain." said Kale
"Aw, damn that's right; I forgot." said Alohalani who then had another idea struck him "Wait, I've got it. It may be a little brutal, but we have no choice. Alright, here's the plan…"
Some time later…
"THAT'S your plan?!" asked Tawhiri who had given Alohalani a harsh right hook "That's all that Alohalani, the so-called 'Great Tactician' can come up with?!"
"Whoa, whoa, Tawhiri, calm down! Stop it Tawhiri! Would you give it a rest?" said the rest of the cloaked figures
Alohalani had several bruises and blood dripping from his mouth. It wasn't unusual for Tawhiri to succumb to being aggressive on the battlefield, but never would he hurt one of his own comrades out of sheer anger. As he tried to defend himself, one of the dungeon guards approached the cells to see what all the commotion was about.
"Hey! Would you keep it down over there?" asked the guard "Honestly, you guys are more obnoxious than-"
"Now!" shouted Alohalani
Tawhiri grabbed the back of the guard's head and slammed him against the gate knocking him unconscious.
"Well, I think that went pretty well," commented Alohalani "Great job everyone but Tawhiri please remember when I ask you to hit me, I didn't mean for you to actually hit me."
"Sorry," said Tawhiri "Bad habit of mine."
"I'll say," muttered Alohalani "Now, onto phase two of the plan."
Alohalani reached out of the cell, picked up a small ebony-colored key which fell onto the floor right beside the guard when he got knocked out, attempted to fit the key in the lock and set the himself and the others free… at least he would if he could. You see, there was a bit of a problem; the key wouldn't turn. Alohalani struggled to turn the key for a couple minutes and then gave up. He took the key out of the key hole and studied it carefully.
"Marama, what can you tell me about these keys?" asked Alohalani who tossed the keys to Marama and Enakai's cell
Marama preached outside of his cell, picked up the keys and examined them carefully as the others paused and waited for him to say what was to be said.
"It's a dud." said Marama
"Are you serious?" asked Kale
"Positive; it's the wrong key."
"Those damn clever bastards…"
"So, tactician," said another female cloaked figure named Anuhea "Got any bright ideas?"
Everyone just stared at him and in response Alohalani gave out a nervous smile.
As the hours grew by, Sara began to know more and more about the leaders and protectors of Metru Nui. However, she still felt a bit odd around them; like she seem to stand out a lot more than the rest. Not just by appearance, (actually it was mostly appearance) but by society and customs as well. It was like being a foreign exchange student entering a whole different country from the one they lived in. It felt sort of… ominous.
"So Sara, (It is Sara right?)" said a Toa named Pohatu "Tell us about your world."
"Uh, well," said Sara "Wow, where to start… it's uh… really big and as far as I know in my thirteen short years really different from this world. Like, we don't have those chutes, or Kanoka disks or airships (But we have something similar to those)."
They were surprised not only of Sara's world but of when she mentioned her age; they hadn't realized that she was so young.
"How old did you say you were?"
"Thirteen, but some of my friends say I look a year older. Why?"
Suddenly a thunderous clash came from out of nowhere; everyone looked around find the source of the sound.
"What in Mata Nui's name was that?" asked Tahu
Two more explosions echoed throughout the entire sanctum. On the second explosion, a hole in the roof had burst open and all six Rahkshi came flying in through the hole.
"Sorry about the roof," said Turahk "But we just so happened to be in the neighborhood and we thought that we might drop in."
(AN: Again, I highly apologize for the wait. I was very busy handling school and writer's block but now I believe I've come to a breakthrough. If my next entry doesn't come any time soon, wait longer and please be patient about it because I REALLY hate being rushed.)