To clarify. This story should be considered an alternate reality based on G1. Many of the core historical events are the same, but characters are shifted around and there are other differences (Love is canon, along with reproduction. There are no Agori or Glatorian in this reality). The events I’m writing about occur about 2 centuries after this reality’s equivalent of The residents of the Mata-Nui robot evacuating to Spheres Magna.
A wounded Skakdi wandered the wilderness, bleeding as he went. He used his spear to help keep him going until he found shelter.
“A cave. Perfect.”
He hobbled in. Once inside, he saw something glow. Squinting in its direction he went closer. It was a mask! Golden and glowing brightly. The Skakdi’s eyes widened. He recognized this mask. He reached out to grab it. As he picked it up, only one thought ran through his mind.
“I will live!”
Blue energy crackled around his body. Reworking it to the core. The Skakdi screamed, but his screams eventually gave way to laughter.
I’ve lived an interesting life. I lived in a small kingdom. My parents were advisers to the “Supreme Governor”. Back then. I spent most of my time listening to the discussions and meetings my parents attended. Secretly of course. My parents knew (Of course), but they didn’t mind. I’d often ask questions regarding decisions that had been made or new laws the Governor passed. Overall. I spoke little to anyone. I merely observed. Until the day the Kingdom’s capital was raided and my parents were killed. I and many others fled the Kingdom. I was alone, and crushed that my parents were dead. There was a short period afterwards when I wanted to die. Luckily for me, I’m very stubborn. Since then, I have spent many years training for what I’m about to do. I arrived at the gates of a large city surrounded by 50 foot walls. I was met by two black armored Toa. Each wielding a war hammer. I noted the purple colored markings on their masks indicating that they were members of the Onu-Guard. One of the them stepped closer to me.
In a flat voice he said, “Passport.”
I handed him my passport. A passport must be signed by one of the six Onu officers, if you want to gain entry to the capital. The process is purposefully difficult to help discourage potential enemies of the kingdom. But like I said. I’m very stubborn. After about four minutes, the guard handed back my passport and simply nodded his head in the direction of the entrance. I walked and quickly began to to retreat into my thoughts. Hopefully this will go smoothly. In my pack I carried a letter that was my ticket into Onu’s army. And maybe. Just maybe. The throne as well. After about an hour of questioning the locals, I located the capitol’s barracks. I walked to the entry and once again was met by to guards. After showing them my letter they guided me inside. We stopped in front of a desk where an Onu-matoran was studying a document. One of the guards tried to get the matoran’s attention.
The matoran’s head jolted up in surprise.
“This Toa has a letter signed by Kaj. It says that he’s supposed meet with the General. Can you get him?”
“Uh. Yes. I think he’s in the…”
He walked out of the room as he said this. The statement seemed to be for his own benefit then the guard’s. Now to wait. A couple minutes later, a tall Toa of Earth wearing a purple Pakari greeted me.
“Hello traveler,” He said. “I’m General Onepu. What have you come here to discuss?”
I let a small smile creep onto my face. A ticket right to the throne.
Thanks to @OraNui for helping me proof read. I’ll be actively continuing this story until I’m finished or people hate it so much that there’s no point anymore. Criticisms are encouraged.