Authors note: Thank you very much for those who reviewed! I say I'm very surprised I got two reviews for my prologue, so I like to give my thanks.
Death-n'-hell: Ha ha, very funny sis. Next time though give me some tips when you're reviewing, but thanks!
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So, without further more ado, the next chapter!
Chapter one.
Hurry, hurry... Faster, faster... A voice whispered in hyper excitement, tickling Lewa's ear.
If any one happened to spot him form below, it would have only been a streak of green zipping across the light blue sky. In other words, he was flying increasingly fast and (even his recklessness) would have slowed down, just a tad bit… if it weren't the winds encouraging him.
These winds are alien to me. He thought. But they whisper-talk to me like old-time friends!
Faster! Faster! The once calm, soothing breeze sparked a life of its own like a newly born hapaka and pushed Lewa forward.
"Hey! I choose-decide when to wind-fly fast!" He exclaimed good naturedly.
It was true. The winds here had a life of their own, while in Mata-nui all you herd was a rustle of a branch, marking the passing of a breeze or a furious gale wind which would have torn the branch from its body.
"Mata-nui! How did I travel-get here?" Lewa marveled to him self, slowing to a crawl on the wind.
Crazy Ocean…? A tiny voice asked.
Rushing of water... the room filling up... no air can't, can't breathe... Lewa tore his mind from the disturbing memory.
"Don't make me clear-remember. The freak-storm."
A few days ago the whole population of Mata-nui left their beloved island and sailed to their original home (the matoran any way); Metru-nui.
But the land was not easily reached.
Not soon after they set sail a storm covered the boats, so thick and dark that it was like walking into a gaping mouth, hungry for a meal, without realizing it. It was in there that the Le-koro ship had gotten wrecked, an enormous hole in its side.
Everything... all white and black... screaming voices up above... the matoran... must help them...
Lewa couldn't stop him self from shuddering uncontrollably. If it weren't for the frantic screams and shouts of the Le-matoran the toa of air would have drowned… along with the matoran not long after.
But we docked-crashed here instead. He reminded himself. On an island that its toa-element talk to toa! As Lewa attempted to cheer himself up he spotted red and blue figures in the different shades of greenery.
"Brother Tahu and Sister Gali?" The two names triggered a nagging sensation at the back of his mined.
Something I was supposed to get-go to… Lewa, face aghast, literally dropped a few feet closer to the ground in realization. The meeting…
"Uh, oh. I'm going to get- find a lava- erupting Tahu!" With that, Lewa went into a sky dive, hoping on hopes he was not late.
The disturbing blankness that shrouded my view evaporated, revealing wild plant life of some Mata-nui forsaken island.
Not prepared for the sudden disappearance of the time fog (well, I think that's what it is) I tripped, my Ocuto (mask of mask using. Quite handy) slammed into the muddy ground. Hissing words that would have me kicked out of a Turaga's house hold, I rolled over, my mud covered mask facing the canopy of emerald leaves.
"My name and title is; Toa Kacany, my element; electricity, age; a heck a lout older than most people, gender; female. Is life as a rogue toa fun? It depends what situation you're in." I recited, wiping the mud from my mask.
I went through this identity check every time a time warp accord. The reason was relatively important: at one time after a warp, I had completely forgotten who I was or what I was. A very jolly experience; almost handing my self over to the DH, fighting the wrong people, making stupid mistakes at a time of risks… and so on. So, not wanting for that crisis to repeat itself, I kept at this ritual almost religiously.
"And let's see if I'm better off than THAT time." Growling a few more swear words, I hoisted my now yellow and brown self up.
You're like a properly mannered lady, Kacany! A sarcastic voice rippled in my mined.
Yah, that's JUST like me! And why don't you shut up you—
Whoosh!
As if an air flying rahi had landed, a ground, beating noise was heard. Uh, oh. This wasn't good. I looked down at my self. My yellow form gleamed –in-between the grime- in the rays of sunlight that managed to stream through the canopy of the rain forest. Better cover that up with more brown. With that in mined, I extracted a hooded cape form my pack and hid my self in side the brown fabric.
As soon as I ducked behind the foliage that happened to be behind me, a green being popped up into view.
My mouth wrenched open. The funky green, Miru masked being was defiantly a toa.
Well, I guess I will be better off than last time. I thought as I stepped out of my hiding spot.
Authors note: … well I really have nothing to say except review!