Just a heads up, please don’t expect chapter 14 for at least another two weeks, as I’m currently in the middle of a busy week at high school and I will be traveling soon, so that will take up my time. I promise I haven’t given up on this, as I’ve made a New Years resolution to myself that I will finish this story before 2022 is over 
Some stories must be told… and some must continue
Thanks for understanding! 
UPDATE
I’ve started work on chapters 14 and 15 because I’ve found some free time to work after a brief hiatus. I’ll be releasing them together sometime this week or the next (tentatively), so stay tuned for that!
The show will go on … 
UPDATE
I didn’t discontinue the project! Here’s chapter 14! This one took me a solid month to finish, mainly because school got into the way.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 14
Onua and Lewa bent over the corpse of the dead Turaga of Stone and carefully brushed it with a specialized powder. Upon applying the powder, a whole set of fingerprints were uncovered on the mangled and now unidentifiable body.
“Wait a second, there’s something off about these fingerprints,” Onua said. “Lewa, have a look.”
The Toa Nuva of Air bent down to look at the body when suddenly a blast of cold, hard ice struck him square in the back. He was instantly knocked over and just narrowly avoided falling on the body. Moments later, Onua was also knocked over by a blast of ice.
The form of Kualus, Toa Hagah of Ice, loomed over them, spear still frosting.
“Sorry Toa, this is government property. You can’t conduct unauthorized investigations. It’s against the law,” Kualus said. He began to walk away.
Onua sat up and gingerly rubbed his head. The bolt of ice had struck him hard, but at least some of the pain was canceled out due to his immense strength and higher tolerance for pain than his brothers.
“Well, is it really against the law if you’re part of the government?” he asked.
Kualus turned around. “Huh?”
Onua brandished his ID badge. It had a picture of him, and the title “GOVERNMENT AGENT.” He handed it over to the Toa Hagah of Ice for inspection.
Kualus glanced at it briefly before handing it back to Onua. “I’m assuming Lewa and Pohatu are government agents as well, right?”
“Yes, they are,” Onua said, glancing at his two brothers that accompanied him on this little investigation. Lewa had not regained consciousness, and Pohatu was standing off to the side facing the other direction, refusing to look at the mangled and disformed body of someone he held dear.
“Must have hit him too hard,” Kualus softly muttered under his breath as he walked away.
Lewa groaned and sat up. He glanced to the side to see the soulless and eerie gaze of the dead body meet his eyes. The Toa of Air quickly recoiled in disgust and stood up.
“Ouch … What in Mata Nui was that?” Lewa said.
“Just an unwarranted warning from the government,” Onua replied flatly. He then turned his attention back to the corpse of Turaga Onewa. As much as he hated to look at it further, he still had to carry out the investigation.
“Lewa, there’s something off about the body,” Onua said, peering over the corpse. “There’s two gunshot wounds in the head and one in the back, but … there aren’t any bullets. Also, weirdly enough, there are fingerprints on the body, all over. Is this making any sense at all? I mean, it would make sense if the body was shifted here to be disposed of, but then that would mean there has to be traces of blood or other bodily secretions in another place not too far, and I haven’t seen that. Especially if a firearm was the weapon of choice for this murder. Surely there must have been some leakage of blood.”
“I notice that too,” Lewa said. He focused his attention on the wound in the corpse’s back, trying his best not to faint due to sheer disgust. “It seems the wounds are also deep too. That means the bullet must have gone in with more force than normal.”
“That also means there must have been a louder sound produced when the gun was fired, which means it was not just some regular, ordinary handgun that was used in the murder. It must have been some high end rifle of sorts,” Pohatu said, speaking up for the first time since they arrived at this spot.
“I remember hearing a loud crack in the city square, just before the Council Building Riot, when Nuhrii was killed. It’s very likely these two murders could have a connection, which the timeframe in which these events happened is indicative of. Pohatu, I think you should head to the mortuary to take a look at Nuhrii’s body and see what happened. You’re obviously not in the mindset to tackle this part of the investigation,” Onua observed.
“Maybe I should do that,” Pohatu replied. He walked away from the scene where Onua and Lewa lay over the body.
“The fingerprints also look-seem really strange. They don’t look like a Dark Hunter, Toa, or any other higher being could have done this. They are small in size, which means it could have possibly been a Matoran or a Turaga that had done it,” Lewa remarked. “Why anyone would kill Onewa is beyond me.”
“Perhaps it’s because Onewa was one of the rulers of New Atero? This murder, as well as Vakama’s and Nuhrii’s must have been politically motivated. But that doesn’t explain why the killer would target an opposition leader first and then a member of the ruling party. Or maybe, the culprit has a higher motive in mind. It’s highly likely that the person responsible works within the central government, especially since the weapon used in Vakama’s murder was a bomb made of highly expensive, rare exploding Kanoka only available within the government. After we finish collecting evidence here we should head to the council building and ask the couriers.”
Onua finished speaking and sat down to meditate for a second, trying to make sense of what was going on. He finished his contemplation a few seconds later and opened his eyes.
“Lewa, we should collect the fingerprints. We need to send them to the forensics department as soon as possible. We have absolutely no time to waste.”
The two Toa Nuva dusted the entire body and transferred the prints they found onto a clear film, which they carefully wrapped. Onua handed it to a nearby Ga-Matoran CII agent and asked her to drop it off at the forensics laboratory. He also handed his mobile contact pincode on a small strip of paper along with the fingerprints to her and told her to ask the forensics lab to send the results to that number. He saw the Matoran leave on her bike, and then turned around to face the Toa Nuva of Air.
“We - we - we should really leave now,” Lewa said. “I don’t want to look at any more dead bodies.”
“After all is said and done, we should give Onewa and Vakama a proper burial. They don’t deserve to be stuck in a mortuary as any other random dead person,” Onua sighed.
“We’ve already done two burials,” Lewa said, sadly. “Even then, I still don’t have a sense of closure. None of us really know what became of Tahu, and Gali’s body was never found.”
“How many more do we need to do?” Onua murmured, tone grim.
The two Toa signaled for a Matoran to come over with a body bag in hand. They watched as the Matoran inserted the corpse into the body bag, tied it tightly, and hauled it out of sight.
Before leaving, Lewa and Onua glanced one last time at the Turaga that was now no more, wrapped tightly and being hauled off to an unknown afterlife. Their hands rose up to their masks in one final salute.
“Farewell, Turaga Onewa.”
“May I gain access to the morgue?” Pohatu requested. He was speaking to the De-Matoran at the mortuary front desk.
“Not if you have a valid reason to do so, Toa Pohatu,” he replied, sternly. “My sincere apologies for refusing a Toa Nuva, but that is government law. I’m afraid you cannot.”
Pohatu presented his government ID card to the clerk, who quickly glanced it over.
“Satisfied?” Pohatu snapped, immediately regretting his tone.
“I - uh - yeah, you can go,” the De-Matoran stammered, taken aback by the tone of voice.
“Sorry, De-Matoran, that came out more rudely than intended. My apologies,” Pohatu quickly said. The De-Matoran nodded in acceptance and beckoned for a Su-Matoran escort to come. The escort led Pohatu down to the basement, which contained all the bodies of all sorts of beings, Dark Hunters to Toa to Agori. They were all neatly locked away in drawers to prevent the smell from coming out.
The escort walked over to the desk and turned on his computer. He quickly opened up a master list of every identified body currently occupying a locker.
“Tell me which locker you need opened,” the Su-Matoran grunted. Pohatu could clearly tell that the Matoran hated his job, and understandably so. He then remembered that almost 70 percent of the city lived in poverty and that they had to take up all sorts of occupations to make ends meet.
He scanned the list until he found a 6 digit code with the name Nuhrii printed next to it.
“Locker 652817, please. I need the locker opened. Also, I need to examine the body.”
The Su-Matoran walked down a long corridor and unlocked locker 652817. Underneath the padlock read a sticker that read “Nuhrii.”
“Here you go,” he said, as he pulled out the drawer fully.
Pohatu looked down at the Ta-Matoran’s body. It was wrapped in a thick white sheet, which he began to pull back. Upon closer inspection of the bare body, Pohatu noticed that the Ta-Matoran’s armor and Kanohi were removed. What lay there was his bare body, biomechanical parts completely exposed.
He noticed a bullet wound in the chest that sank really deep. It pierced his heartlight clean and damaged much of the surrounding organ and wires that connect it.
He was one-shotted for sure, Pohatu thought.
The Toa of Stone bent over and looked inside the wound. Blood that was dripping from the wound dried in its tracks, leaving the trail still plainly visible. Upon examination he noticed the bullet was still there. He had no doubt the bullet penetrated his chestplate.
He turned to his escort. “Can I borrow a forceps, please?”
“I’ll get one, wait for a sec,” the Matoran grunted. He handed the forceps to Pohatu and watched. Pohatu carefully inserted the forceps into the wound and gently pulled out the bullet. He set it aside on the table and put a glove onto his armored hand.
That’s strange, there’s a bullet in Nuhrii’s body. Onewa and Nuhrii were killed by likely the same type of gun, and the wound in Nuhrii’s chest and Onewa’s back have the same dimensions, Pohatu said to himself. Interesting. Onewa’s body didn’t have a bullet inside it, and had a separate wound in the head. Whoever murdered Onewa took out the bullets but forgot to do the same for Nuhrii.
Pohatu carefully picked up the bullet and held it up to the lightbulb nearby. What he saw almost knocked the wind out of him.
“ MADE FOR THE RCF: PROTECTING CIVILIANS FROM EVIL SINCE 3075.”
“You think Sarda’s last visit would show up on the courier logs?” Lewa asked Onua, while walking. The two Toa were headed to the central office of the courier department wing in the Council Building.
“We don’t even know if the package was authorized or not, especially since it came from the government itself. It could have been a covert delivery, for all we know.”
“That’s against the law, though.”
“Yes, I know, any package coming straight from or to the government must be approved by both the censor and courier departments. I think we should check on the courier logs, especially since the courier logs are constantly updated as to which courier leaves and arrives at the building. If no one else knows, this is our only resource.”
Lewa and Onua arrived at the central office. At the front was a Ta-Matoran wearing a shiny new noble Kanohi Calix.
“What can I do for you Toa?” he asked politely.
“We need to check the courier logs, urgently,” Onua demanded. “We’re government agents investigating a high profile case. We have no other option, I’m afraid.” Onua and Lewa showed their ID cards to validate their claim.
“Alright then, step this way,” he responded. He led the two Toa to a dark room with a giant telescreen attached to the wall. Next to the telescreen was a computer with a constantly updating spreadsheet.
Onua sat down at the computer desk, opened up the command console, and began to type on the keyboard.
He began to type in the command console a few lines of code with the specified filters, and then hit enter.
Onua and Lewa stared at the screen, completely taken aback. What they saw on the screen went completely against their predictions.
1 result
Specified Timeframe - 00:00 to 10:30
Sarda - Building Exit
Unknown Destination
Not verified
08:44 Departure from Security Checkpoint 7
“So … Sarda did show up on the logs,” Lewa remarked. “But we know he delivered the bomb, and all packages leaving or entering the Council Building must be cross checked. This is not adding up.”
“How can a package containing a bomb go undetected? Our X-ray machines are usually strong enough to detect such a thing!” Onua exclaimed.
“Maybe it’s not the verification itself, but who DOES the verification,” Lewa replied after a few moments of speculation.
“Who does it though?” Onua asked.
“I think we should check the CCTV footage to find out,” Lewa answered. He beckoned for the Ta-Matoran to enter the room, and ushered him to sit down at the desk.
“Can you open up the CCTV footage from 08:30 to 09:00?” Onua asked the Ta-Matoran.
“Sorry, I cannot,” the Ta-Matoran informed him. “You only asked for the courier log, and it was my responsibility to give only that to you.”
Lewa grabbed the Matoran on the shoulders. “Listen, firespitter, it’s not a choice. It’s an order. The city’s fate is at stake here.”
The Matoran, obviously frightened, backed off and put his hands in the air. “Fine, I’ll do it,” he mumbled. “It’s important to you, I guess.”
He opened up a program on the computer and played the CCTV footage from security checkpoint 7. It clearly showed a Ta-Matoran in conversation with two RCF units, and then leaving shortly after. Onua noticed that the package was not thoroughly inspected by the RCF units.
RCF DRONE 1: Where are you headed?
SARDA: Turaga Vakama. Turaga Dume asked me to deliver an important package to him.
RCF DRONE 2: Suspect cleared. Exit and re-entry authorized.
“The fact that the drones did not bother to check the package … it worries me,” Onua said.
“The RCF is probably in on this plan,” Lewa said. “They did not even bother to check the package after Sarda stated that it was from Turaga Dume. Either the packages coming from the Turaga are not properly scanned, or Dume or one of the Turaga is under this entire scheme, since the RCF is under their joint control.”
Just then, Onua’s mobile device buzzed with a notification. He pulled it out and clicked on it. It was as if they were uncovering surprise after surprise today, because the results of the forensic test of the fingerprints came out.
Interestingly enough, he also received the same text message from Pohatu. I guess the same fingerprints were planted on Nuhrii’s body, he thought. This is definitely a framed case.
He opened up the message.
Fingerprint forensic test result:
1 match found
Defilak, Le-Matoran.
aaayyyyy your back
this is rlly good
Ooh yes another chapter
Now the Toa Nuva are getting somewhere… what could happen next?
Got a little bit of time today, so here’s chapter 15! This is much shorter than my recent chapters, but I hope you’ll enjoy nonetheless!
Chapter 15
Back in his dimly lit office, Kopaka set down the bag of evidence he had collected from the rubble and started to unpack the contents one by one. He was careful not to unintentionally damage the items he collected, as a single mistake could lead to a botched investigation with serious implications. The fate of the city rested in his hands, so to speak, and he had to correctly bring justice to the right person.
Who it is that I bring justice to, I don’t know yet, the Toa of Ice thought. Only time will tell.
Kopaka turned on his computer and pulled out the license plate. He held it up to the light and read the text printed on it in big black letters.
SDR-98 1AGH4
He typed in the web URL of New Atero’s Automotive Vehicle Database, and entered the digits on the license plate in the AVD’s search bar.
SDR-98 1AGH4
1 result
3099 registered Cendox V1, Bara Magna Motor Company
Tahu Sector
Defilak and Sarda (Le-Matoran, Ta-Matoran)
“So Defilak and Sarda lived together, in the same house,” Kopaka mused out loud. “That’s why the bike was registered on both their names.”
“But that doesn’t explain the bomb I found,” he said aloud, pulling out the burnt and charred remains of the bomb detonated in the blast. “This doesn’t make sense. Exploding Kanoka are only within reach for the upper echelons of the government and New Atero’s laboratory technicians and scientists. How did two Matoran living in a hut in the poorest of slums manage to get their hands on such expensive materials? No, this can’t be …” he trailed off.
Kopaka put his head down on his desk and cradled it with his hands. “There’s no way they managed to get ahold of top-secret, confidential material,” Kopaka muttered. He got up and started pacing across the room.
Suddenly, a thought came to his head. It filled him with anger.
They didn’t acquire the exploding Kanoka on their own, someone gave it to them.
He mentally connected the dots.
Sarda was a courier, and he delivered the package to Vakama. And I know that Sarda does his courier tasks on routes leading into and out of the Council Building. So someone inside the Council Building must have supplied him with the bomb. There’s a traitor in our midst.
“Sarda was used for delivering the bomb, but by who?” Kopaka pondered. He sat back down at his computer and searched for the deceased civilians database in the government’s secure intranet. He accessed the intranet with a special password only known to government officials, and thus was able to gain access to the city’s records.
He quickly typed in Sarda’s name, the type of Matoran he was, and the death date.
1 result
Sarda, Ta-Matoran
Died 09:42 Today
Updated Live, 10:00 MT - NAC
Bomb Blast
“So his death was recorded in the database, but what happened to Defilak?” A quick search for Defilak did not turn up any results.
“Good thing Defilak didn’t die,” Kopaka muttered. “But that does not mean he’s safe, either. Whoever killed Sarda is most likely seeking to target Defilak as well. There are a lot of couriers living in one-man households, but Sarda wasn’t one of them.”
Just at that moment, he received a text message from Onua on his mobile device. He opened the attachment sent, which was a forensic lab report of a fingerprint sample. His eyes quickly scanned the report, and noticed Defilak’s name at the bottom, as well as where the fingerprints were collected from.
No, this report is wrong. Either it is wrong or someone created fake evidence. A Matoran does not go around killing Turaga, especially a Turaga that was once at the seat of power. Defilak and Sarda were staunch supporters of Dume and the rest. This is falsified, one hundred percent, Kopaka reasoned.
“Defilak is being framed for this. My initial suspicions were confirmed. But who? That remains the biggest question, and the last piece of the puzzle,” the Toa of Ice noted, already beginning to get apprehensive of what he was about to find.
He bent over and reached for the leather bound book he found amidst the rubble.
I’m about to look through Vakama’s personal diary, Kopaka said silently to himself. Turaga Vakama, wherever you are, I humbly ask forgiveness for what I’m about to do.
He steeled himself for what he was about to witness, dusted off the grime on the book, and opened to the first page.
i did not make an among us reference
ooh Kopaka’s really close
I really like where the story is going
Always sharp like a shiny piece of ice 
yeah, pretty much.
comon kopaka!
Hey everyone! I’ve finished chapter 16! This chapter, however a short read, is written from the point of Vakama in a diary entry that Kopaka reads, and may be a bit more to handle than the rest of the story so far. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 16
Turaga Vakama’s Diary
Entry 1, 8/2/4010
A loud crack outside my door jolted me awake. I was having a not-so nice dream, and that served as a welcome relief, until it wasn’t.
I quickly got up from the deflated mattress I slept on, and rushed outside the door, running as fast as my crippled leg could take me. Which isn’t that fast, but I was able to hobble along anyway. This limp had been eating away at my leg for quite some time now, but I’ve tried my best to cover it up so that no one would find out. But I don’t think people are buying it. My leg had been severely mauled by a Muaka when Nuju and I went out hiking in the mountains that overlooked New Atero. If it were not for Nuju’s quick thinking I probably would not have survived.
Ever since then, it hasn’t gotten any better, rather it seemed to be deteriorating even more. And to add on to that I’ve been experiencing fiery pains all across recently. Ironic, isn’t it, for a Turaga of Fire?
I ran outside and I saw a crowd of Matoran and Agori alike huddling over something. I didn’t know what it was so I went closer to look at the commotion. I guess one of the Matoran saw me, because he motioned for the others to make way. I took one glance at the ground and saw the body of a Ko-Matoran with a bullet wound in his chest and one in his head. I looked up just then and saw two figures quickly darting away. I could’ve sworn I saw a gun in their hands, but I could not tell what they were. They did not look like any Toa, Matoran, or Glatorian I knew of.
I bent over and looked at the ID card, and saw it was Mazeka who was killed. At first I did not recognize him due to the absence of a mask on his face, and I berated myself for doing so.
I then went back home, and collapsed into another bout of my chronic depression. Ever since I lost Tahu on a fateful day about a year ago, things have been on a downward spiral for me. I really don’t feel like I deserve the success I have now, especially since I stood by and watched while the Toa fought the good fight and lost.
How were we able to lose such a powerful Toa, a beacon of hope and a symbol of might to all evil? I am fully aware of the answer to that, yet my inability to submit to the truth is eating me from the inside as I burn with guilt and shame for not doing anything about the Toa Nuva, about Tahu and Gali. And now, just like that day one year ago, I’ve stood by and watched as Toa and Matoran in the government die, one by one. Our naive belief that the Toa Nuva will always be here to save us will not work out anymore.
My diseased and broken body is failing me. My days are numbered, and I don’t have long for this city or this planet. Intense pains wreak havoc all across my body as it helplessly twitches and jerks, unable to do anything about it. My leg erupts into a mangled mess of withered and rusty armor and mangled tissue, as nothing seems to work against it. Every day has become a struggle to live as I get more and more bedridden with each passing day. I’ve been pushing on and on, and I don’t think I can take it anymore. My life has reached its breaking point. Before I finally depart to the heavens above, I must somehow muster up the strength and will to pay my final respects to the Toa to whom all of us are forever indebted.
One last time.
wow that was deep
now I’m even more mad at Dume for killing Vakama
poor vakama
dume needs death!
UPDATE
I’m currently knee deep in schoolwork right now and have a lot of tests this week, but next week is spring break for me anyway, so I’ll try to finish a few more chapters. Until then, I’m putting this on a temporary hiatus. I’m not satisfied with Chapter 17 anyway, so I’m going to rewrite it.
UPDATE
Chapter 17 is out now! Enjoy!
Chapter 17
Turaga Vakama’s Diary
Kopaka staggered back from the book and sat down on the floor, covering his head in his hands. What he had just read was already getting too much to handle for him. Like the other Toa and even Turaga, he had been kept in the dark about all of this, everything that was going on inside the Turaga’s inner circle and within the Turaga themselves.
I had no idea, absolutely no idea, Kopaka thought to himself. He grimaced at the thought of what he read in the book. How did we not see this coming?
For the sake of the investigation, he said to himself, for the sake of the city, I must find out more. No matter how painful this may be, now is not the time to show emotions. I must carry on.
Using immense willpower, he willed himself to sit back down at his seat and continue reading for clues.
Entry 2, 10/18/4010
Days are coming and going, lives are passing on, while I’m still stuck in a time loop in the past. Unable to grieve, unable to admit to the truth, I sit there and watch as my body and mind slowly waste away. It burdens me to think that we were the reason why the Toa Nuva fell apart, which led to Tahu and Gali meeting their untimely ends.
Turaga Dume insisted we hide and flee for safety like cowards while the Toa fight Marendar. Even the RCF units proved to be of no use when faced with the white, hulking beast. Forget about that – what we faced was a white, hulking beast with a thirst for revenge, that had brooded and waited for the right time to strike.
Just as we felt we didn’t need the Toa in our darkest hour, just as we abandoned them and left them to their own resources, the Toa felt they didn’t need each other anymore. The Toa Nuva had been internally arguing for quite some time, Gali arguing about Tahu’s disappearances for days on end and the rumors about him that have been circulating recently, that he’s conspiring with Dark Hunters, or some load of Kane-ra like that. Tahu viciously attacking back, saying that Gali has done nothing to stop the other Toa from just wandering off and being complacent about it, despite being one of the two peacemakers on the team. His vitriol was mainly directed towards Kopaka; I swear there’s just something about fire and ice that does not mesh together.
These arguments reached a breaking point a while back, when Tahu decided he did not want anything to do with the team anymore. Tahu’s profession as an arena fighter did not sit well with his team, especially Gali, but it was her arguments and Kopaka’s ever omnipresent, ■■■■■■ silence that drove him to madness as he stormed off, never to be seen again. Gali had ruined her own health fretting about what will happen to Tahu as her attempts to convince him to discontinue fighting without a just cause have gone in vain. She and Pohatu had tried their best to keep the peace, while Kopaka and Lewa have long since excluded themselves from the team, citing their own reasons. Onua was unable to do anything about the situation, having matters in his home region to take care of. He had tried to console Gali, but to no avail. Convinced his words would not resonate with anyone, he left the team for good.
I guess the Toa Nuva believed that their Turaga – us – would be there to support them when their teammates would not, but we had proven that assumption of theirs false as we abandoned them and selfishly sought out our own safety.
It was also under Turaga Dume’s insistence that we take at least the Toa Nuva who were willing to do so into the government’s upper ranks. Lewa, Gali, and Pohatu had obliged, but I’ve noticed, their hearts were not in it. They had a greater duty to the Matoran of their kind than to some higher power that will most likely not serve their interests, of which I am a part of.
We saw them as just assets to further our ambitions, which only shows the devolution in the way we once thought of them. Once New Atero was founded, and Turaga Dume was appointed the Ruler, it’s as if nothing else mattered to him anymore except his goals. And for that matter, some of us held the same opinions as well, because he had dragged us into the ring of politics with him. We had forcefully shattered the Toa’s sense of duty to one another, to the Matoran, and instead replaced it with mindless devotion to corrupt city elders like us.
Ever since I had assumed this position of leadership, Dume has effectively coerced us into carrying out his wishes, threatening us with consequences if we don’t do as he says. And so I decided to speak my mind and call him out about this. Probably as a result of my actions, a deep schism is growing in our ruling body of 8, with Onewa, Matau, and Raanu opposing my ideas. It seems as if Nokama is the only one that supports me in my decisions, while the others just choose to stay silent. Because of my actions, both of us are being ostracized slowly but surely from the rest.
Sometimes I wonder if taking this position was really the best choice, as it has resulted in nothing but ill fortune and broken bonds of trust and friendship. It has caused the deaths of so many innocents from this party and the other all at the hands of the RCF, and all for retaining our seats of power.
On these days when I feel nothing but remorse for the past, I get up and walk to the city square, and sit down in front of the statue of Tahu and meditate. But today, when I did my routine meditation, I felt something different. Very different. The atmosphere, the usual quiet I experience when I meditate in front of this particular statue, was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a peculiar feeling, one I could not quite put my thumb on.
It was more like a sense of homecoming, and that someone was trying to tell me something.
Someone had tried to convey a message to me.
ayyyyyy new chapter!
this is one of the best ones
poor gali, poor tahu , poor vakama
oooh interesting
nice read
if a reference is plagiarism, it isn’t a reference
Was it really? 
Nah, not a problem at all. 
I haven’t kept up much for a while, but just reading this section, I like what you’re doing here. There’s something fascinating about the MU residents grappling with their new world, new neighbors, and new challenges in the wake of Mata Nui’s departure. As he said, the future belongs to them, but what can they make of it?