Okay, I know I didn’t post at least the first chapter last time and I’m sorry.
Here is the preface and chapter 1 of the story. I might post chapter 2.
Seihu’s story takes place in a universe identical to the actual canon; therefore it uses some real canon objects, characters, locations, storylines, and events.
The city of Metru Nui, also known as the City of Legends, was a glorious city and the most functional location in the Matoran Universe.
It holds six districts: Ta-Metru, the fire district; Ga-Metru, the water district; Po-Metru, the stone district; Ko-Metru, the ice district; Le-Metru, the air district; and Onu-Metru, the earth district.
The city is occupied by villagers known as the Matoran, each belonging to the different districts; defended by warriors known as the Toa; and led by an elder known as a Turaga.
The year is 60,000 BGC, and a certain Matoran was finding his way around the city. He lived in Onu-Metru for a week before traveling throughout other Metrus for many years. He returned to Onu-Metru as the fifth place on his itinerary.
In the quiet district of Onu-Metru, it was a quiet and dim underground place in the city of Metru Nui, adorned with lightstones as well as layers of the history of the City as thick as the layers of sediment in that district. It was dim and dark, but not scary. There was a sense of warmth, mystery, and history teeming from even the stalactites of the region alone.
A just then a Matoran villager was just through with viewing the Archives of the city.
“Wow, I never knew how much of a nice city Onu-Metru was,” said the Matoran satisfied.
He was an anomaly among the Matoran of that city. Not only because of his armor being dual colored black with white accents instead of the solid colors of Matoran from Ta-, Ga-, Le-, Ko-, Po-, and Onu-Metru, and the fact he wore a white powerless Miru but because of his traveler and nomadic attitude. Despite that, the Matoran were mostly accepting of him.
Not knowing who he was or what Metru Nui was, this Matoran had gone from district to district for several years. All this villager knew was his name, Seihu.
While leaving the underground city, he took inventory of his journey.
“Let’s see: I went to Ta-Metru, then Le-Metru, Ga-Metru, Ko-Metru, and Onu-Metru. Where else do I go from here?”
Seihu looked at his map and found Po-Metru.
“Okay, now off to Po-Metru” Seihu excitedly remarked.
What Seihu didn’t know was that at the last city on his itinerary, he would discover more than just the district itself…
Seihu went to the rocky city of Po-Metru. He was amazed by the sculptures and carvings that were decorating a dusty and rocky city. The sounds of hammers and chisels hitting against rocks were so routine that it was almost like an orchestra to him. He was interested in the Po-Matoran making Sculptures at the Fields of Construction.
“These guys are dedicated to their work; I can learn something from them. Why not? I learned a lot from the other Matoran”, though Seihu.
Then Seihu noticed a chisel rolling down and stopping once it tapped his foot.
A Po-Matoran carver asked, “Hey …umm…would you hand me my chisel?”
Seihu crouched down as he picked it up and handed it to him.
“You don’t look like you’re from around here”, the carver observed while tilting his head.
“I travel a lot, although I have lived here in Metru Nui for as long as I can remember, I have a hard time knowing which place I belong to”, said Seihu.
“Well, now that you’re here and we could use an extra hand” suggested the Po-Matoran, “Are you good with tools?”
“I helped out with making a few tools as well as using them every now and then” nodded Seihu
Seihu worked as an assistant in the fields. He helped with providing the tools and was even taught how to use some of them and carve by his Po-Matoran friend.
A week later at night, he was called to help out with a project that the Po-Matoran were working on in the Sculpture Fields.
“The carvings I helped out with at the Fields of Construction are small compared to these,” thought Seihu.
“I would also be careful here if I were you, there are fearsome Rahi around here like the Catapult Scorpion” warned one of the Po-Matoran.
“What are they like?” asked Seihu.
“That!” yelled the Po-Matoran as it just saw a Catapult Scorpion.
There was the Catapult Scorpion, a black and mostly silver monster that looked like nightmares, fear and violence worked together to make a painting.
“Everybody Run!” yelled a Po-Matoran.
Seihu followed them and ran alongside a Po-Matoran, unfortunately, the Po-Matoran tripped. Just when the Po-Matoran was about to be a goner, Seihu ran back and picked up the Po-Matoran.
“I’ll keep it busy, run and this time stay standing,” Seihu suggested.
The Po-Matoran argued as the scorpion as charging up its stinger tail reading to blast molten lava, “Are you mad? You’re going to get killed”
“Yeah, whether I will or not, all I know is you shouldn’t be. Now go!” countered Seihu.
The Po-Matoran reluctantly ran.
Seihu looked back and courageously approached the creature as it was ready to strike…
The Catapult scorpion blasted one of the Magma Balls from his tail. Seihu tumbled to his left and rose up with his fists clenched. Just then, the scorpion turned around and kept firing with Seihu sprinting and dodging with acrobatic moves. In one jump, Seihu then landed on a ledge of one of the mountains and ricocheted off of that wall until he unwittingly kicked the Scorpion’s tail with both of his feet after spinning in mid-air. Bending the tail and causing the magma from the Scorpions tail to build up to the point where it caused the tail to explode. Seihu rolled out of the way of the oncoming Magma. The magma spilled on the Scorpion and stung it badly, but it didn’t give up so easily.
The Scorpion lunged at Seihu with its right pincher and Seihu ducked and swayed to the right of the Scorpion and just as the scorpion was turning around, Seihu put his hand on the surface of its pincher as he vaulted over it and delivered a hard kick and punch to the Scorpion’s face until it broke its teeth.
The Scorpion fell and just when it got up, Seihu had his fists clenched. The Catapult Scorpion wasn’t intelligent as it was violent, but it knew that it had to run away. As Seihu turned around he saw faces of Po-Matoran popping out from behind the Sculptures. They looked bewildered, with their eyes as dilated as their jaws. Then their expressions of bewilderment turned into expressions of gratitude.
“Are you okay?” asked another Po-Matoran.
“Yeah barely, that Scorpion almost won” Seihu panted.
The Po-Matoran that Seihu met asked, “How did you know how to fight like that?”
Stunned, Seihu answered, “I don’t know”…
The day after Seihu was done with his work at Po-Metru, Seihu went to one of the quietest mountain regions in Po-Metru.
“To think I just beat that Scorpion with my bare hands and feet” looking at his hands and feet.
Seihu got some stones and struck some with his hands and feet with power and a good amount of precision.
As he did it, Seihu responded “Amazing!”
Almost every day, Seihu practiced those moves at the same spot and at the same place, and varied with different techniques.
Amazed, Seihu thought that he might be able to take on any Rahi that tried to threaten him or anybody else.
“Those bad scorpions better watch out while I’m around.”
Unfortunately for Seihu, the Rahi were not the only threat he would encounter…
On his way to the Great Temple for more sightseeing, a wild Stage 3 Rahkshi of Chain Lightning was scaring off some of the Matoran. Seihu was shocked to see what went on.
Seihu read about general information about the Rahkshi, but didn’t know what this particular Rahkshi was or what it wanted.
“What is a Rahkshi doing here at this time?” asked Seihu to himself.
The Rahkshi spotted Seihu and moved towards him.
Seihu built up enough courage to run towards the Rahkshi and challenge it.
“Rahkshi! I don’t know what you’re here for, but I’m going to make sure that you are either going home or going down!” yelled Seihu.
Seihu grabbed the nearest pole he could find and went to attack the Rahkshi. Seihu stood with the metal pole clenched with both hands at his right side. The Rahkshi twirled its staff and tried to hit Seihu on his right with its staff. Seihu blocked it with the metal pole. Seihu kept parrying and dodging the blows, then just as Seihu leapt up, the Rahkshi smacked him with its staff, knocking both Seihu and the pole from his arm.
“Okay, time to do this MY way” Seihu decided as he cracked his knuckles ready to fight the Rahkshi unarmed.
Then it grabbed Seihu by the throat, then Seihu in a desperate move gave a chop to its elbow and as it released him, he delivered a right backfist and left jab and a kick combo. The Rahkshi got angry and furiously attacked Seihu. Then it used its Chain lightning to give Seihu a mild but painful shock. Seihu was physically stunned and could barely stand.
“Oh snap, this one has electric powers,” thought Seihu. “I shouldn’t have used that metal pole. Good thing it didn’t use its powers on that.”
Just when the Rahkshi was about to move in for the kill, a Toa Mangai of Air by the name of Nidhiki swooped in and knocked the staff out of the Rahkshi’s hands and hit it with the blunt end of his Scythe. Before the Rahkshi could pick up its staff, with one swipe from his Air Scythe, Nidhiki blew the Rahkshi away with a gust of wind.
Seihu was struggling just to get up and a group of Matoran came and picked him up.
Nidhiki looked over his shoulder and walked up to Seihu.
“As heroic as you were, let us Toa handle it next time” smiled Nidhiki as he put his hand on Seihu’s left shoulder.
“Sure thing, Toa Nidhiki” Seihu mumbled with his teeth gritted and head down in subtle humiliation…
Just as Nidhiki went away and the rest of the Matoran went on with their duties, Seihu pounded the stony road with his fist in frustration.
“I will never allow myself to lose to that again,” vowed Seihu…