Rain drops pelleted the lush, green flora of Le-Viri. Keellin gazed at the stormy sky from his hut. It was mid-day, yet no matoran had left their hut yet, due to the rain. Keellin was always puzzled by why no one would leave their hut during a storm. He gave it some thought,but couldn’t figure out why. He turned and looked around his hut. It was quite cramped, but he didn’t mind. It was his home. A crack of lightning illuminated his dark hut. He turned back to the storm. It seemed to be lightening up.
Once the storm was over, Keellin dashed out of his hut. He ran to his good friend, Gonu’s hut. Keellin banged on the door. Gonu opened the door slowly. He was still half asleep.
“Why are you still sleepy?” asked Keellin.
“I had trouble sleeping. The crash-bang of the thunder kept me up.” replied Gonu.
“Oh, well, come on! We’ve gotta get to the Leaf-Dawn festival ever-quick!”exclaimed Keelin.
“Ok, but enough with the loud-talk.” Gonu snapped. Keellin smirked and ran off. Gonu was not far behind.
“You’re a real bog-foot, Gonu! sneered Keelin. Gonu grunted and sprinted as fast as he could. He was on Keellin’s heels. Other Le-matoran watched as they dashed through Le-Viri. they ran from platform to platform, never stopping.
Turaga Morik stepped out of his hut and stretched his aching, mechanical body. He looked up at the cloudy sky.
I hope the Great Spirits will keep the storms at bay during the festival. He thought.
suddenly, two green blurs flashed before him. Morik was blown back. He watched the blurs disappear into the village.
As they approached the site of the festival, Keellin made a sudden stop. This caused Gonu to tackle him.
“what was the sudden stop for?” Gonu uttered. Keellin didn’t respond. Gonu looked at his stunned friend.
“Are you alright?” asked Gonu. Keellin still didn’t answer. Gonu looked to see what had stunned him. Toa Torani was flying up in the clouds. He spiralled around and did flips. Gonu watched as the agile toa soared across the sky. He must have noticed them, because he dived and landed right behind them. They turned around.
“Hello there! Did you enjoy my quick-soaring?” the toa asked the matoran.
“You were amazing up there!” exclaimed Keellin.
“Why, thank you. I was just returning from Viri-Nui. As I approached, I saw your fast-chase.”
“These two nearly had a hard-fall, but luckily your showmanship kept them safe” said a voice from behind the toa. Torani turned. Turaga Morik was standing there, leaning on his staff. He had a slight grin on his face.
“Go on now, matoran. There is a lot of work to do before the festival. Gonu and Keellin nodded and ran off.
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Edited for Double Post -Nyran