Chapter 1 “Genesis”
There was a story, one passed down through the ages.
In Sphereus Magna, through hushed voices, a story is told.
The Story of the Great Beings mistake.
They say the God-Like Beings made a Vessel, something that could contain their power, for when they finally faded from time. But the combined powers were well beyond what could be contained by the Vessel.
Its name was Olisi, and was sealed away in order to stop it from becoming too individual, the second it showed weakness.
But its gifted powers soon dripped like water out from its eternal tomb, leading to corruption and plague.
It took all of the Great Beings to reseal the Tomb, and to put a stop to the malaise that consumed the Magna.
Many millennia later, newcomers have come to the Magna, and now, they try to rebuild their life once again.
Chapter 2 “Buried Secrets”
@Senit had woken up to a dim sunrise among the rocky outcroppings of the farthest reaches of Black Spike mountains, where the Onu-Matoran had yet to expand. @Rukah had already woken up, with a weary look on his face.
As the toa of lightning approached him, he spoke hoarsely: “So, when do you think Tobduk will give us a real mission?”
“You know that the Onu-Matoran need help fending off the creatures in order to expand. Those were our orders.”
The Irusian shrugged. “I just want a real battle, that’s all.”
“You’ll get one soon enough. You have to be patient with these kinds of things.
Shouldn’t need to get yourself in a fight where not needed.”
A horn echoed through the campsite, as the other inhabitants stirred.
Another Toa joined them, a Toa of ice. Though, most would mistake him for a Toa of iron, as most of his body was replaced with cybernetic parts.
His name was Yumi. And he is a most skillful assassin, legendary for his infiltration skills.
He, however, did not sit, but simply stood.
His voice was sharp and high, as he spoke to his comrades.
“You two, let’s get moving. We need to oversee the construction.”
He then promptly left.
Senit and Rukah soon got up and ready.
When they arrived to the expansion site, the Onu-Matoran were already at work. Senit and Rukah soon found themselves walking on a massive catwalk, consisting of scaffolding. Yumi was already there, staring off into the distance.
He quickly turned his head to face the duo when they approached him. He squinted at them, before continuing to look at the scene below.
“Two more rockslides.” He muttered.“I’m going to need to freeze the area.”
Senit soon descends to the excavation site, while Rukah expertly, and rather flauntily, flies down. The Onu matoran ignored the toa who approached them,
fervently digging through the earth.
However, one did approach. He wore a noble rode, eyes gleaming yellow.
“Toa Senit, Rukah. I and a few other diggers have found a large piece of metal embedded into the wall. We have yet to try and open it, as we worry what could be inside.”
"Well, whatever could be in there is probably dead, or an artifact, or drained of energy. " Rukah said reassuringly.
“Still, it would be best if you were present.”
Senit let out a sigh of surrender.
“Alright, let’s go.”
As the duo approached the wall,they saw indeed that there was something in the wall. Engravings were emblazoned into the metal, writing that went in a spiral.
“What does it say?” Rukah asked.
“It says: “Beware of thy one who should not speak,
thy one which gods let into their peak,
Beware of thy one who gained thou voice,
thy one who spread thy malaise,
Beware, of thy Great Beings mistake.””
"Well, that’s ominous. " Rukah said.
“What are we waiting for?” Rukah unsheathed his crystal blades.
In a few deft motions, the old metal was cut away, and a crude doorway was formed. “Stay here.” Rukah said. Senit rolled her eyes but obliged.
It was dark in the room. It smelled of dust and musty air, and only by stepping out of the door way was he able to get a good look. He saw a figure, slumped over into a heap, wrapped in a cloak, ensnared by chains.
But as Rukah took a few steps, the figure stirred. It stared at Rukah, and then started to wrench at the chains in a mix of disgust and desperation to get away from them.
Rukah stared as the rusted chains held for what seemed to be hours, as the pitiful figure pulled and tugged, until the chains snapped.
Rukah once again drew his swords.
The Figure turned to him…
…and seized him by the throat.