The injured Matoran and Toa sat on the Akilini field of the Coliseum, being tended to by others. Luckily no one had been killed by Voporak’s attack, but many had been badly injured. The Matoran were all scared and angry and Takanuva couldn’t blame them. He sat on a raised pillar, slumped over and holding his head in his hands. He knew Vakama blamed him for this and he wanted nothing more than to just slink away to some unknown island and never be heard from again. Maybe he wouldn’t cause any more trouble there.
The Toa of Light looked over to see Lhikan rubbing his head in pain. Nidhiki sat next to him, weak and maskless. Vamkoda was trying to hold Malohi still as the Le-Matoran struggled like a child in the healer’s grip. Just then, Nuhrii walked up to Nidhiki holding a mask. “Here, I made you a replacement Kanohi. I hope you like it.”
Nidhiki took it and made a quizzical expression. The mask looked nothing like his old one. It had two long points coming off its sides and swept back to cover the top of the head. “Why does it look like a Kualsi? It doesn’t look remotely close to a Volitak.”
Nuhrii twisted his foot in the ground nervously as he looked down. “I don’t know, I thought it looked cool. Plus, I may have screwed up in the execution a little bit.”
“Oh, I’d say so.”
“But it’s still a Volitak in power,” Nuhrii added.
“Oh come on, Nidhiki,” said Lhikan before the Toa of Air could say anything else. “Nuhrii put a lot of work into it, especially in such a short time. Besides, maybe it’ll help you start a new chapter. Maybe a new mask is just the thing the healer ordered.”
“You don’t like it?” said Nuhrii sadly.
“Uh, no, it’s fine,” said Nidhiki as he put the mask on, changing from gray to green. Strength immediately returned to him. “Thank you, Nuhrii. It’s nice to have someone looking out for you. I haven’t had that in… a long time.”
The Ta-Matoran suddenly brightened up and hurried off to see if anyone else needed help. Takanuva got up and started to make his way for the Coliseum gate. He stopped by Lhikan and Nidhiki. “I’m sorry for everything, guys.”
“What are you talking about, Takanuva?” asked Lhikan. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“Yeah, it’s not like you sent Voporak here,” added Nidhiki.
“You have no idea,” the Toa of Light whispered before resuming his sad march. At that moment, the Po-Matoran Ahkmou was standing on a column, speaking to a group of gathered Matoran.
“Voporak is attracted to disturbances in time,” he was explaining. “And we had one not too long ago when all these people came back to life. If you ask me, these Resurrected are more trouble than they’re worth.”
Several Matoran agreed as Takanuva sighed. He had a feeling Metru Nui was heading for some pretty big changes.
Far to the southeast, on the Dark Hunter island of Odina, Voporak entered a darkened chamber, greeted only by a pair of orange eyes. “Come in, come in, Voporak,” said the titan’s master. “I assume you were successful in your task.”
Voporak nodded and stepped forward, kneeling and presenting the Kanohi Vahi to the being known only as the Shadowed One.
The Dark Hunter leader took the mask and examined it like it was the largest amount of treasure he had ever seen at one time. “Yessssss. The Mask of Time…” he breathed in awe. “You couldn’t stop me this time, ‘great’ Makuta.” He directed his attention to Voporak. “I assume you went easy on the Toa stationed there to test them as I instructed?”
Voporak nodded.
“Excellent, I expect a full report. Go find the Recorder and relay it to him. I have much to think about. Like how I will use this mask to bring the Brotherhood of Makuta and Toa to their knees.”
The End
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