The Southern Continent had never looked sweeter as the three Toa and their Matoran companion broke clear of the tunnel. The freshness of the air embraced them instantly, tingling against the backs of their throats. Dawn had passed. The Twin Suns hung lazily in the sky, and for the first time in a millennium, Sarnii saw green. The atmosphere rested in such delicate equilibrium and was so transmissive that inanimate objects seemed endowed with two or three senses, if not five. As soon as the lavish grass tickled their burning feet all four travelers stopped to take in the scene that was unfolding before them.
Flowers, trees, rushes, shoots and leafs intertwined amongst each other in natural splendor. There were verdant, overgrown hills stretc…Read more >
Sarnii tried to blank Torlo from her mind. She had been consumed by rage and fear in the reception area, and it could have cost her everything. She had to stay alive and get back to him, somehow.
The Hive crackled with static electricity and the metallic air smelled of machine oil and hate. Iolan could barely walk and he was forced to lean on her for support, something the Matoran of Lightning had hoped would be a temporary condition of their time in the mines. They staggered drunkenly as the elevator that carried them down into the prison vaults slowed to a stop. The Kohrak Kal pushed them out onto a narrow walkway overlooking a vast cavern. Its rough-hewn walls rose up to a jagged cathedral arch of stalactites.
It was incredibly hot. The e…Read more >
The circle of Bohrok advanced closer still, blocking off the tunnel behind them. Torlo’s eyes surveyed them edgily, trying to determine whether or not he, Sarnii and Connla could overwhelm their three Lehvak attackers. It took slightly longer than it should have for it to dawn on him that he had no hope.
“You will obey the Brotherhood of Makuta,” grated the black and silver-armored Bohrok in the shadows. Even with its bulky, hefty little legs, it advanced forwards to where the Matoran were huddled, like a chess piece being pushed across a board. The Nuhvok-Kal’s head twitched up and down, examining them contemptuously with a cold regard only slightly more piercing than Sarnii’s.
The Le-Matoran was gripping his Mental Bolt Launchers so hard t…Read more >
The Toa could feel the oxygen and nitrogen mix rushing into the back of his throat. It had a slightly stale taste but he could tell using the Air Bladder wasn't going to be overly complicated. Satisfied with his breathing supply, he pressed one hand to his Kanohi Danju, holding the strange organic oddity in place, extended his sword in the other, then hopped into the water.
It was cold and stagnant after centuries of lying untouched. He felt his elbow make contact with the ledge behind him and his whole world seemed to spin upside down. The pool rushed up to meet him and his vision was pulled apart like a curtain opening as he found himself plunging into the water.
The Toa kept his head below the surface for a moment. Partly to wait for Kren…Read more >
Well, after planning the end of Whispers in the Dark, I decided to include a short promo for FitB at the end of that story serial. This will feature as one of the five epilogues I have planned to take place after WitD.
This will also probably feature as chapter 3 of FitB.
Additionally, I think it would be a good idea to start naming individual chapters as it makes it easier to reread serials and to mark when particular events happen.
Running – the warrior known as Torlo was fleeing for his life through the night. The expanse of charred woodland and burnt forests which surrounded him didn’t seem to have an end in sight – and even if they did, the chances of the doomed Le-Matoran reaching it would be the same as a Kikanalo bounding up and start …
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