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Chapter Twenty-Three:
The Island

Kopaka couldn't help but close his eyes and bask in the cool wind that whipped around him. He was lost in the motion of the water around him and the movements of the Tarakava he was riding.

Nokama had each given them a trustworthy rahi to ride out to this island temple they had heard about. Kopaka could have cared less if he was riding a Rahi or a demon, he was just relieved to be out looking for Gali.

He sighed and gazed out across the vast expanse of blue. His ghostly grey eyes reflected the shades of blue exquisitely. He found himself wondering what it would be like to have Gali's power over water. The thought excited him. It might be nice to be able to shift the flow of a river or the way the tides came in.

The Toa of Ice shook his head to clear it. He was quite content with his powers over cold. Why would he wish for something else? Was that the nature of this Leyna form? He mentally cursed himself. He still knew very little about this form and it was bothering him greatly. He tucked a few strands of his silken hair behind one of his ears and gazed off at the swiftly approaching island, not truly seeing it.

How would Gali respond to seeing them again? Would she be angry? Would she run away? And what about those old spirits Nokama had spoken of? He growled and rubbed at his temples. Too many questions without answers. Why was everything so difficult to understand all of the sudden?

His grip on the Tarakava's shoulders tightened as the rahi soared over a wave. The sea was becoming violent as they approached the island. He looked over at Tahu who was riding ahead of him, looking nervous about the splashing water. The ruby Toa's golden eyes were wide and untrusting as he gazed down at the water. He was ignoring Lewa's attempts to get him to relax. The young Toa was already frustrated with Tahu for riding alone as he was still weak.

Kopaka was about to call out to them when the Tarakava under him suddenly surged to the side and howled as if in agony. The others were doing the same. Their shocked riders hung on for dear life as the Rahi howled and tumbled about. It wasn't long before the Toa were thrown from their steeds into the water.

Shades of blue passed over his eyes as Kopaka lay dazed on the sandy floor of the shallows. He watched in dazed amazement as the soft white tendrils of his hair floated about him. He looked up through the water at the brilliant orb that was the sun. His eyes hurt from the salt of the water but that pain seemed far away from him. All he could to was gaze into that brilliant orb.

*Blood, everywhere. Shining like the sun. The bodies of the wounded twitched at his feet begging for help. He backed away sickened and afraid. There was something behind him! Something big! He struggled as he was lifted off his feet, but calmed when he was cradled in the arms of his savior. He gazed up into a pair of beautiful blue eyes and caught a strand of golden hair in his small hand. He was safe….*

His lungs suddenly burned in agony at the lack of air. He threw himself towards the surface and came up hacking and gasping, the fresh air a gift from the gods to his burning lungs. He looked about him in a mild daze. What had that been? A memory?

He heard something break the surface and gasp for air. He turned to see Onua gasping and floundering. He grabbed the Toa of Earth to keep him from going back under. Onua moaned and collapsed against him suddenly. The water near Onua's legs was turning pale red with blood.

Kopaka hooked an arm under Onua's knees and another behind his shoulders and lifted him into his arms. Onua had a bad looking bite wound on his leg.

"Tarakava…"Onua moaned. "Bit me..i wouldn't let go."

"Don't talk" Kopaka replied. "Save your strength."

Kopaka trudged his way through the hip deep water towards the shore. His soaked trench coat slowed him down and added to his weakness. His hair stuck uncomfortably to his face and a few strands got caught in his mouth causing him to cough painfully. He finally stumbled up onto the sandy beach and collapsed in weakness. Onua passed out next to him on the sand from loss of blood. Kopaka's chest suddenly heaved. He coughed up great amounts of cold, salty sea water. His lungs burned again and his throat felt ravaged. He was about to attempt to get up when he found himself staring down the shaft of a spear that was pointed right between his eyes.

"Don't move."

Huriko strode swiftly away from the alter. The Toa were here! They were early!

His long golden hair flared out around him as did his emerald green robes as he practically ran down the hallway. He was furious. They shouldn't have come for her so soon! It was too early! The Avatar need to rest. She needed to be strong enough to give up Mata Nui's soul when the time came, and at the moment she was no where near strong enough. The young woman was practically dead on her feet.

Luckily the Lady Gali had not awakened, Nighthunter had made sure of that. Her sleep spells could work wonders. He whipped around a corner and made his way into the vast library of the temple. He glided over to a table covered with books. He pushed books aside looking for something.

"It's here!" said a tiny voice.

The master mage pushed aside a heavy book, from under which a tiny pinkish light was radiating. On top of a large leather bound book sat a mussed Kendarath. Her glorious purple hair was tangled a bit, her wings were rumpled , and one of her antennae was bent in what must have been an uncomfortable fashion.

Huriko gently picked her up and let her sit in the palm of his hand. The fairy gave a small cough, causing some of the dust on her to fly off into the air. She stood and set about the task of straightening herself up.

"I was reading when all the books fell on me." She said, brushing more dust off herself.

"Did you find anything?" Huriko asked. "Anything at all?"

Kendarath shook her head sadly. She gazed up at Huriko, her pink eyes filled with ready to fall tears. Huriko couldn't help but feel sorry for the fairy. She had had a pretty rough day already. She had flown out to worn Punk and –T- about the Toa, only to have been attacked by a sea bird. She was alright, luckily, but she had had to fly back with a rumpled wing. Huriko sighed.

"All we can do know is wait." He said.

He looked her over.

"I'm sad to say this but I need you to do something for me."

Kendarath looked at him, pouting.

"I need you to go to Taluce for me. You must tell him that things are going to happen sooner than we thought. He needs to be ready for her as soon as possible."

Kendarath nodded and suddenly took off out the window, flying as fast as she could back to the island. Taluce, the water spirit, would not be happy with this sudden change of events.

Kopaka gazed stiffly up the spear shaft, his eyes hardening at it's bearer. He stared coldly into the emerald eyes of a young man who looked to be only a few years older than Lewa. Greenish hair tumbled down the young man's shoulders and hung down around his shoulders. What appeared to be white robes flowed around him gently as he glared down at the Toa.

"What is it Punk?" asked a deep voice.

"It's one of them!" the young man replied.

A tall lizard-like creature walked up behind 'Punk' and gazed down at him with piercing brown eyes. He knocked an arrow to his bow with his burgundy scaled hands and pointed it at Onua. He tapped Onua in the shoulder with his tail. When the Toa of Earth gave no response he lowered his bow and motioned to the young priest.

"Bring them." The lizard said.

Punk put his spear in a sheath attaches to his back and pulled a rope from within his robes. He stepped behind Kopaka and bound the Toa of Ice's hands even though he put up a weak fight. He then cast a strange levitation spell on Onua and began to drag both of them through the thick jungle.

Kopaka didn't know for how long they traveled. He did , however, get a wake up call when they stopped at the base of a staircase that lead up to a grand temple engraved with all sorts of pictographs.

"Welcome," Punk said. "To Moris Lane, The temple of water."

~*~

Kendarath fluttered as fast as she could through the dark underground caverns. She flew into a large cathedral-like cavern that was filled with an eerie blue light that seemed to come from no-where in particular.

She gazed nervously down at the deep water that was below here. This cavern housed an underground lake that was connected to the sea. This was the home of the Water Spirit, Taluce. An ancient creature, no longer known among the inhabitants of the island, but still here.

"Lord Taluce?" The fairy called. "Are you here?"

"Of course I'm here."

The deep satiny voice of the spirit echoed throughout the cavern. Kendarath squeaked in fear and flew back a bit as a long swan like neck and head suddenly rose up from the shadows but remained hidden by them.

"I've always been here."

The fairy nodded nervously. Taluce had always scared her. He was an elder spirit after all. She squeaked a bit as the pod shaped head turned towards her.

"Master Mage Huriko sends me with a message my Lord." She said.

"Oh he does?"

Kendarath shuddered as she heard the sound of smooth skin slicking against stone. The slapping of flippers against the stone was soon followed by the gentle rippling of water as a large body slipped into it.

"What does he say?"

"He says that things are happening sooner than we expected. You need to be ready for her as soon as possible."

"Ready?" Taluce asked, his deep voice echoing again. "One cannot prepare for this sort of thing. It is impossible to know what to be ready for."

"But Lord Taluce!"

"I am ready, do not worry Miss Kendarath"

"Hey how did you~"

She was cut off by the sound of something large slipping under the water, followed by the absolute silence of an empty cavern.

"~know my name?"

Kendarath flew out of the cave faster than she had ever flown before. She didn't care what Huriko said, she was never going back there again.