By Mata Nui, it’s an update! That’s right, season 3 of that story serial four (at most) people read is here! If you don’t know what I’m talking about, feel free to mosey on over to seasons 1 and 2, they should be easy to find.
Season 3 Episode 1:
Journal Entry Two, the First Age of Conflict:
It was an abrupt and violent event that brought upon the First Age of Conflict, and subsequently brought the role of “peacekeepers” to the Brotherhood. The event was something the Matoran Universe had not experienced since the beginning, before our Brotherhood existed. War. I don’t remember the reasons for it, nor do I care. The Matoran of Metru Nui had turned on each other, that was all that mattered. At this time, I did not truly understand the significance of Metru Nui other than its importance as a large population center, but Miserix was adamant that we remedy the situation. So we did. We ended the dispute in a matter of days. After the dispute, it was clear that the Matoran needed to be protected from themselves. We stationed a single Makuta to every major population center, and became the first peacekeepers of the Matoran Universe.
I should have been dead. I was certainly not in any position to be fighting, I was groggy and everything was spinning. Considering how brutal of an impact the first shadow bolt had, I assumed a second concentrated blast of shadow would be lethal. The lightstone that dropped to the ground glowed dimly, and I saw a familiar turquoise mask by it. Lanika. I pulled myself together and pushed off the wall toward the lightstone, wondering where the being that attacked me had gone. I found Lanika, completely still at the bottom, her body detached from her mask. It must have gotten knocked off when the four-armed beast attacked. I picked up the lightstone, and realized that I was breathing underwater. My Kanohi had decided to kick in, but as soon as I thought about it I began to feel short of breath. I tried to calm myself, but I began to panic regardless. Great, I thought. I avoid death by shadowbolt only to drown in my former home with the body of my dying friend.