One bright day on Mata Nui, two dedicated Matoran had set out on an adventure. Their names were Hafu and Kopeke. Hafu led the little expedition and Kopeke followed quietly, not as excited about their task as Hafu, but with nothing else to do. They tread on ground no other Matoran would have dared to go, as they walked through dark passageways leading to Makuta’s lair. Some time later, the Toa Mata would also dare to adventure down this path, but they would be met with much resistance, and be forced to fight their way past Makuta’s many servants.
Today, however, the two naive young Matoran faced no such danger. Makuta, waiting in his dark chambers, knew of their approach through his many mysterious means, and was so intrigued by their purpose that he chose to make the way clear for them, commanding his powerful servants to leave them in peace.
As they arrived at the large, menacing gate to Makuta’s lair, Hafu turned to Kopeke and said, “This will change his mind about everything! He’ll want to join us now! Don’t you think?”
Kopeke gave an unenthusiastic nod.
“This will surely show him the truth,” Hafu went on, then knocked on the large black door.
Makuta was so amused by the situation, and so interested in what the Matoran wanted, that he opened the door in person.
He towered above them, a menacing sight, his powerful body shifting as he moved to open the door, his red eyes glowering down at them as they stared up, frightened.
“What do a Po-Matoran carver and a Ko-Matoran NSA agent want with the might Tuma— I mean, the powerful and unstoppable Makuta? Are you lost little Matoran?”
Hafu gulped, then spoke up, “No Makuta, we are not lost. We simply have a message so great that we though even you should hear it, do you have a moment to talk about our Great Spirit Mata Nui?”
Makuta stared at them for a moment, then said, “What?”
“Our Great Spirit, Mata Nui. He is the reason we exist, and why we have such a beautiful world to live in. He has given us everything we have, and loves us so much. It is because of him that we are able to thrive and prosper, yet we hurt him every time we do wrong. He finds us in his heart to forgive us, despite how much we hurt him. It’s all written in his work he left for us, called The Three Virtues.”
Makuta stared. Never had he been so infinitely confused in all of his life. The great mastermind of the most ambitious and clever plan ever devised, the leader of the most powerful organization in the universe, and the being who possessed more knowledge about the fundamentals of their world than most, found himself utterly dumbfounded by the two Matoran before him.
“You see sir, if it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have all of this, this island and the Rahi and plants. Oh and not to mention the stones, we have great rocks here,” he withdrew a rock carving of a Hau, the mask of shielding and the symbol of Mata Nui. “See? And here you are, being all evil and stuff, trying to destroy his beautiful gifts. But don’t worry, he can forgive you for all of that, right Kopeke?” He nudged the Ko-Matoran with his elbow.
The Ko-Matoran, who had been staring directly at Makuta the entire time, shook himself and responded very meaningfully, “Yeah.”
“See? Kopeke agrees Mr. Makuta. Mata Nui can forgive you, all you have to do is–”
At that moment he was interrupted by a sight that was, if possible, just as strange as two Matoran visiting Makuta to talk about Mata Nui.
Kapura danced by slowly, swaying and moving to an imaginary tune.
Makuta, already confused by the two Matoran at his door, didn’t understand where in Mata Nui this little Ta-Matoran had come from, or what he wanted.
“Hi,” Kapura said.
Kopeke waved, then Makuta said, “Hi.”
Kopeke kept dancing.
“What the Muaka breath are you doing here?” Makuta asked, exasperated.
“I’m practicing,” he replied, “Turaga Vakama told me that if I love very very slowly, I can move very very fast.”
Makuta stared, “I believe Turaga Vakama was feeding you a load of–”
“Now now, Mr. Makuta, watch your language, think of Mata Nui.”
Makuta turned on the Matoran, shocked that he had dared to speak that way to him. Before he could retaliate, however, Kopeke pulled a device from his pack and looked at it, then turned and ran.
“What’s going on?! Where are you going?” Called Hafu.
“Classified and classified!” Kopeke shouted back, then ran out of sight around a corner.
When Makuta turned back, Kapura, too, was gone. “What the-” he said, wondering where he could have gone.
“Well,” Hafu began, bring Makuta’s attention back to him, “I guess there goes my face.” The carving of the Hau had turned into the face of a Muaka, which then devoured the Matoran’s head.
Makuta awoke with a start in his lair. “Whoa, I have never had a nightmare that I didn’t enjoy. Glad that wasn’t real.”
He stood, preparing to begin his usual routine of surveying the island through his Rahi servants, when one of his Rahi door guards approached and spoke in it’s natural tongue, “Master, two Matoran approach, they appear harmless, should we let them–”
“NO!!” Makuta shouted, “Do NOT even let them come close! Make them go away now!”
The End