AN: …. What? Ok, ok so I posted another chapter today, big deal. Now, stop reading the authors note thing and read the story already!
Oh, and one more thing, this chapter is the reason why this story is rated T. Just to worn you…
Chapter 3
The thick, branches of the ancient wanders shook as the winds pushed passed them, almost as if nudging them to do something other than sitting around and rustle here and there by a breeze…
WHERE IS LEWA! Tahu's mined was on the verge of eruption. All the toa, minus the spirit of air, had been standing around the meeting place for about what, an hour? Two? What ever amount of time went by it was just TOO long.
"Where is that wind maker?!" Tahu's barely suppressed anger rang, clearly in his voice.
"Could he possibly not find this place by air?" Gail's usual calm soothing tone had a nearly untraceable hint of irritation as she spoke.
"Unlikely," the normally silent white toa said from a near by tree, creating a small ice block in the palm of his hand, "we made shore that this place was easy to spot by air but imposable for little green matoran on foot." He then shattered the icy object in viscously precise calculation.
It was true. After the storm were the Le-matoran ship somehow escaped the crises of sinking down to the bottom of the maddened sea- the green fellows where a little on edge.
No, not on edge, they were already flung off it, clinging to a root that was just a few feet below the cut off of solid ground.
Even when on land, they would shrink away when the ocean's liquid gently brushed the tips of their feet! A similar reaction happened when they did not know where their tall heroes where. All a toa had to do was look behind him/ her to find a green matoran, whistling a tune or seemingly wondering around aimlessly, coincidently nearby the toa.
So, deciding it preferable to have privacy, instead of air people eavesdropping on meetings, the toa gathered in a treeless spot, deep in the forest of the new land, far, far away from the beach where the mata-nui citizens camped until the Le-matoran ship was able to flout like in its glory days once again.
Yes, some of the toa felt a twinge of guilt at not fully trusting their matoran, but the need of privet discussion was at hand, and so it would be given. Though, not until a cretin green armoured being with just about enough attention span as a muaka cub might hold, arrived. Not to mention very late.
Crackle.
Even in the state of intensive brooding, the toa of fire picked up the distinct sound of decaying foliage being pressed underneath someone's foot, and promptly turned his masked face to the direction of the noise.
So did five other heads as well, all with their own disturbing imagination running wild to the cause of the ruckus. Whatever those paranoid minds managed to conger up however, they weren't expecting the site in front of them.
Green-speckled yellow eyes scanned shocked, stunned, unreadable or stupidly-rendered surprised faces. Satisfied that these seemed to be the toa the stranger was seeking, she bluntly asked.
"Well, is this scrap of green nerves yours?"
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When lime green eyes reopened from the second snooze of unconsciousness that day, Lewa was more than surprised when he saw that he was under a cloth roof, presumably a tent's. Sighing, he let himself relax, laying his head back down on the comfy pillow that he had just lifted off of.
So she did fined the other toa-hero's… wonder if fire-Tahu is still angry-
"So our air brother decides to come back to the waking world!" Pohatu's cheerful words somehow held more than just merriment, and gave that mild suspicion confirmation when he then said: "And by Mata-nui, how much explaining your going to do."
- At me. Sigh.
Explaining. It always came down to explaining to an: angry, irritated and deft eared toa of fire. In most circumstances, the spirit of air would have enjoyed tinkering with the temperamental toa's limits… but being physically helpless, although temporary, and a little fuzzy headed in such an explosive situation, was a guaranteed suicide.
But before he could say anything on the matter, Pohatu dipped his head close to Lewa's ear and whispered, which gradually turned in to crescendo; "Where did you find her?"
"Who?"
"Lewa, don't tell me you had amnesia too!" Pohatu gave a hearty chuckle, "That female stranger that brought you to us, out cold might I add. Oh, and what's her name?"
"Why don't you quick-ask her?"
"Did, wouldn't tell me, 'said you knew her name."
Lewa blinked, perplexed. Her name? He furrowed his brow in thought. What was her name? She said it, he knew she did, but he was barley conscious at the time so the name was still slippery to grasp. K-A… Kany? No, that's not name-right. Kalany… wait.
"Kacany…" He rolled the name on his tongue before speaking again. "Kacany, yes, I sure-think that is her self-name."
"Eh, so it is."
Startled, Pohatu gave a yelp of surprise, whipping around behind him to find a yellow toa peaking out from under the flap of the tent. The being quirked a smile at the sight of the bronze toa's baffled face, before entering into the cloth walled quarters, swiftly passing the spirit of stone.
"So how ye' doing sweet breeze?" She said coming up to the bed, crossing her arms in front of her armoured chest (sweet breeze? Lewa thought with a flutter. I very-like sound of sweet breeze!), "Everyone around here seems to be missin' you, not to mention worried about you too. Especially that fire spiter being all dark and grouchy ye' know, makes me want to think that he's only suffering from the side effects of worrying too much."
A sigh came out form the green patient's mouth, "Ah, if it only were true-real, fire-brother is only brood-worrying that the matoran would be rahi-cornered without all toa-hero's present."
"Come now, brother! Surely you know Tahu doesn't leave anyone out of his insulting thoughts!" Obviously shaken out of the surprised stupor, Pohatu reapplied, taking a few strides until he was next to Kacany.
She looked at the brown toa curiously, "And I thought you're the one that got along with the fire-spiter th' most." She asked inquiringly, her left eyebrow raised.
The stone toa eyeing her back in return chuckled, "Even that can have its limits you know."
"… yeah, that is an unfortunate truth. Stone turns to molten rock eventually-
"KACANY!!!!"
A small green blur suddenly rocketed into the large tent, bouncing off the ground only to attach itself to the yellow toa's waist, clinging so hard that it took the tall being effort to breath. Yet toa Kacany didn't seem to notice this difficulty, as her green speckled yellow eyes stared down at the green frantic midget anxiously.
"What! Pavorla isn't breathing!?"
With the exclamation said, Kacany was suddenly gone; the flap of the tent billowing outwards as if a gale had gone by.
Isn't breathing!?
Both toa's mind reeled at the words and at the speed they were flying out of the tint in.
Me and running are a very good combination, being an electricity toa and all, I can get to anywhere in about a second if I wanted to.
The reason I didn't; no comfort for passengers… and I am with 'passengers' frequently. So poor little green midget that I can't remember-what-his-name-was, was keeling over – on the verge of puking – when we pulled a stop a second later, seeing an unmoving -and also green- matoran.
I quickly sat beside the fallen midget, placing my middle and index finger on the side of his neck below the jaw line.
Thump….bebep, bebep.
The odd irregular sound of the heart only confirmed my suspicions; mechanic heart failure. Poor kid and he hadn't even lived for more than two thousand years!
"Is…. Is he going to safe-make it? W, will he be fine-o, ok?" The -for now nameless- matoran managed to gasp out before covering his mouth, making strange gagging sounds, before dashing off to a near by bush.
I sighed inwardly.
What a day.
Forcing my self to concentrate on the 'patient' I sighed once again. I hope the matoran don't think I'm trying to kill a midget. With that my hands crackled to life with electricity, pulsing irregularly as I laid my hands on the unmoving matoran's chest.
3….2…1
An electric charge surged through my hands into the matoran's chest, making the limb form jump a few mio's into the air. The once dark heart light suddenly lit up in full, the matoran gasping not long after.
Gasp!!
My body tensed at the shocked noise, ripping me from the whole scenario and looking up. A crowed of matoran of every color of the elements, had surrounded my patient and me in a tight circle, barricading the sea shore from sight. The circle itself was totally silent, reminding me of the time when the exact silence had settled once, except the crowd were armed-to-the-teeth dark hunters, shocked scared to see their captain headless on the ground.
How ironic, I thought. To think that instead of me killing someone, it's me saving someone that shuts them up!
Ignoring the crowed, I rested my now sparkles hands on the 'resurrected' green midget's (I think his name was Pavorla) shoulders gently asking; "you alright little fella'?"
He slowly cranked his head up; as if afraid he was going to fall to pieces in a mater of seconds, looking at me with lime green eyes.
The lime green eyes brightened and the meru on the kids face cracked in to a smile, the praise he had been deprived of for so long granted to him.
I grind back, making my next goal to make the abused air toa smile more.
"…I think I am well-fine…"
Then the cheers obliterated the silence.
I stored the precious memory of a long time ago, standing up before the rush of matoran pressed around me, hugging my legs so tightly that I lost the feeling in them.
I raised my eyes to the two other toa (Lewa and Pohatu… I think) that I already knew where there, their minds screaming their emotions as they shoved thoughts into electric pathways in their brains.
I smiled sheepishly as I waved slightly, knowing that they would be flooding with questions as soon as the crowed dispersed. And off to the Turaga we go! What joy.
The tugging on my hand was the only thing that stopped me from creeping away from the mini mob of midgets. Looking down I saw the same midget that got him self sick in the bushes. He looked considerably better now; probably the cause of his friend alive and well, yet the puzzled expression that he wore could not be deciphered until he asked what was on his mined.
"How did you thought-know Pavorla was dark-sleep when I did not speak-say yet?"
I looked at the still nameless matoran a blank stare on my face.
Shit.
AN: See? Told you so!!!!