Tales from Spherus Magna: Unity [G1 fan continuation]

Since August I’ve been writing my own story to act as a sequel of sorts to G1, set some time after Spherus Magna’s reformation and the founding of New Atero. I normally post it to a dedicated site or my Facebook page but statistics are telling me nobody’s reading it, and are instead just gushing over the stud.io renders I make for each chapter. Seeing as I’m doing this to try and improve my writing that’s kinda depressing, so I figured I’d post it here on the off-chance someone actually reads it and helps me get better at this stuff.

The rough gist is a new generation of Toa appearing after their seeming extinction centuries prior, and finding themselves Toa in a world that has learned to get by without them, trying to solve the mystery of why they were chosen and what threat they’re meant to stop.

https://bionicletfsm.wixsite.com/spherusmagna-1/part-1-unity - Full story so far can be found here if anyone’s interested but I’ll essentially be posting a chapter at a time here for simplicity’s sake. I apologise if posting links is against the rules, I looked them over but may have missed it.

Chapter 1: The Stranger

The sun hung in the cloudless sky directly above New Atero, bathing the metropolis in light and making the distant knowledge towers shine like great monolithic gemstones dotted throughout the skyline. Matoran and Agori alike went about their business, enjoying relative peace in spite of the crowds and traffic surrounding the district’s marketplace. For some, this tranquility was abruptly cut short, as a fleeing Glatorian barged through the crowded street, knocking over multiple shoppers that were examining a Po-Matoran sculptor’s wares.

“He went that way!” One of the city guard shouted, chasing after them with his compatriots in tow, before another guard, the leader of the group, motioned him to stop.

“Stay here, Korii. See to the civilians and talk to any witnesses, me and Deza will pursue the suspect-” The guard was cut off mid-sentence by his exasperated underling.

“Not a chance, Nuhrii. I’d have caught them by now if you two weren’t dragging your feet!” Korii yelled in response, finding the idea of staying still for that long an alien concept.

“That’s an order, Korii!” Nuhrii barked in response, his green eyes visibly glaring at Korii through the visor of his silvered Kanohi Kaukau. “I’m not having this argument with you again. Deza, with me!” The Agori guard with them nodded in agreement as they chased after the thief.

“Unbelievable, what was the point in allowing me to enlist if all they make me do is hang back and do the grunt-work?” Korii grumbled to himself, sheathing his stun baton and crouching down to help up a younger Agori who was knocked to the ground. “Did you see them, kid? I’ll make sure they learn to watch where they’re going for you.” He smiled, helping the child to his feet.

“He was blue! One of the Water ones I think, I thought the Gato…G- the big ones were supposed to be nice!” Korii simply smiled at the child’s innocence. Even after all this time among organics, he found children fascinating. Imagine being born and having to learn everything from the ground up, that must be strange, he thought.

“Don’t worry, little one. That’s why we’re after him, to teach him some manners. Wouldn’t want him encouraging that kind of behaviour, would we?” Korii gave the Agori a handful of berries, after being satisfied that she wasn’t harmed. “Thank you, Mister Guard!”

“You’re welcome, call me Korii. Did you see where he wen-” The Ta-Matoran’s sentence trailed off as he saw the target trying to blend into a distant crowd of shoppers, seemingly oblivious to all the commotion.

“Stop right there!” Korii yelled, quickly running off to try and beat Nuhrii and Deza to the target.

“Mister Korii, watch out!” The Agori child called out, too late to stop the impatient Matoran collide with somebody and fall flat on his back, knocking his Kakama off of his face. Korii scrambled to retrieve his mask and stood upright.

“Watch where you’re going, citizen! I’m on official business-” The cloaked figure he bumped into looked up at him, their face covered by a gray hood, only their bright yellow eyes visible underneath. Korii looked at the stranger in confusion; they stood at the same height as most Agori, but were hunched over, using a crude cane adorned with a battered, non-functioning lightstone to support themselves. The surprise that he didn’t knock the stranger over merely added to the confusion; this stranger resembled a Turaga, but none of them ever went anywhere without an escort, let alone wandered the streets looking like a vagrant. Korii felt unnerved as the mysterious figure looked him up and down, as if trying to size him up.

“I can tell, Korii. Reckless and irresponsible as you may be, you see the importance in one’s duty. You would do well to listen to your superior, unity is just as crucial.” The stranger responded, with a voice that seemed innocent, almost friendly, yet commanded respect in a way that couldn’t quite be explained. Korii wasn’t sure wether or not to be confused or intimidated, until something dawned on him.

“How do you know my name? Who are you?” Korii responded loudly, rapidly losing his grasp on what was going on.

“Am I your suspect? You spend valuable time asking me questions, when you could be pursuing the thief. You need not worry about who I am, that information is irrelevant. Your duty calls, Matoran.” the stranger responded, pointing with a weathered red hand towards the suspect, who was looking out from his hiding spot to see if the opportunity to escape had presented itself.

“I’ll be back, vagrant. You owe me an explanation.” Korri responded sternly, charging off to try and catch his Glatorian mark unawares. The stranger simply smiled to himself, taking a moment to watch the impulsive Matoran run off in pursuit before walking away, quickly disappearing into the growing crowd of gawkers.

Using a nearby bench as a platform, Korii leapt towards the suspect, jumping clear over several onlookers, his eyes widening as he sees Nuhrii approaching, colliding with his fellow guard instead of the intended target. Startled by the crash and turning to see two guards on the floor, the blue Glatorian smirked and ran away from the two, looking back to assure they weren’t yet following. Taking the opportunity to apprehend them while distracted, Deza threw a restraint coil towards the fleeing perpetrator, binding their legs together and sending them tumbling to the ground.

“Maybe you should look where you’re going next time, thief. You could trip on something.” Deza smiled nonchalantly, drawing his spear and pointing it towards the downed victim until Nuhrii arrived to restrain their wrists.

"Take him to the cells, I’ll be right behind you. Nuhrii ordered, before turning to face Korii, glaring at him once again. “What in Karzahni do you think you were doing?! He could have escaped!”

“My job, Nuhrii! I didn’t enlist to stand around all day with my thumb up my-”

“We had this under control, Korii! We followed him here and planned out that ambush, what was your plan if Deza didn’t take him down after you screwed it up?” Nuhrii barked, his patience wearing thin.

“Only reason I didn’t nail that landing was because you sauntered in my way. I’d have knocked him to the ground, leaving him open for you and Deza to restrain him!” Korii yelled in response, their arguing once more attracting the crowd’s attention.

“I’m sick of having to clean up after you, Korii! We have to work together to protect this city, or were you built thinking the first great virtue was ‘Arrogance’?” Nuhrii sternly replied.

“We aren’t Toa, Nuhrii. I’m willing to work with you, but I’m sick of playing second fiddle to a bunch of stuck up Kohlii-heads!” Korii yelled, throwing his spear to the ground at Nuhrii’s feet and walking away.

“Where are you going, Korii?” Nuhrii shouted after him.

“Home. To Karzahni with this.”

Later that day, as the sun was beginning to set, Korii had arrived in New Atero’s Fire District. throwing his guard’s armor aside, he slumped in his chair and rubbed his temple, still aggravated by his argument with Nuhrii. Hoping he hadn’t missed the end of the evening’s fight at the New Arena Magna, he switched on his telescreen and flicked channels, hoping to catch the end. Not long after finding the channel and settling in, there was a knock at his door.
Sighing in annoyance, Korii got up and opened the door to find nobody there. Kids, he thought to himself. As he moved to close the door he noticed a small object on his doorstep, roughly bundled in cloth.

“What’s this?” Korii muttered to nobody, picking up the package and unwrapping the cloth to find a crystal inside, glowing the exact shade of blue as his eyes and heartlight. Korii examined the stone with confusion, as it began to shine brighter in response.

“We’re definitely lost, Chronicler.”

Kopeke simply looked back at Onepu in response, seeming to dismiss him in spite of his own building anxiety. He and the Chronicler’s Company had been wandering the jungles surrounding Bota Metru for what seemed like days, but the treetops and canopies obscuring the sky made it impossible to tell.

“We’ll be there soon. I’m sure the Turaga are willing to be patient.” Kopeke muttered bluntly. “It’s getting dark, Kopeke. We should stop and set up camp for the night, before any Rahi catch us off-guard.” Orkahm interjected. Despite this being their homeland, he and Tamaru had spent a majority of their time on Spherus Magna wandering the planet with the Chronicler, protecting him from any possible dangers.

“Orkahm’s got a point, Kopeke. We’re deep in Nui-Rama territory, take it from a Matoran who know’s what he’s talking about, we aren’t equipped to fight off a whole swarm of the monsters.” Onepu added. “As little as I care for his bragging, he has a point. We won’t make it to Bota Metru whatsoever if we accidentally stumble into one of their nests. We should wait until morning to keep moving.” Orkahm responded in agreement, motioning Pewku to stop.

Without a word, the others did the same and set up a camp for the night. While many of the group slept, a handful stayed awake, keeping an eye out for any curious visitors.

“It’s kinda nice to be heading home again, I’ve missed sleeping on an actual bed.” Orkahm chuckled. Onepu nodded while tending to their sleeping Ussal Crabs. “Hopefully we can head to Roxtus next, I can’t remember the last time I was back. I need to make sure nobody breaks my record on the Ussal circuits. What about you, Tamaru? Happy to be back in familiar territory?”

“Kinda. You know how I am with big-heights, all these towers and balconies stretching into the skies make me feel nauseous. I’ll probably just build a hut on the outskirts of the jungle, like I used to have way-back on Mata Nui.” Tamaru replied with a nervous shudder.

“You’re makin’ me nostalgic, airhead. I miss the caves, living near the Vuata Maca trees was a better sight in the morning than a pile of lightstones ever will be. But hey, we’ve got the expedition to Five Peaks coming up, I wouldn’t miss that for the world!” Taipu cheerly added.

“Can’t believe we lived in that giant thing all along. A machine so large we built cities on it’s fingertips.” Orkahm responded still in disbelief. Like the other Metru Nui refugees, a lot of his life before Mata Nui remained foggy.

“That’s nothing, Taipu. One of it’s feet is sticking out of the Great Desert, the Ice and Earth coalitions have just set up a joint observatory on top of it. Imagine the knowlege towers in New Atero without the light pollution, an archivist’s dream!” Onepu whispered to Taipu, taking an opportunity to mess with his old friend.

“Really?! I need to see this!” Taipu exclaimed loudly, as Onepu chucked at his gullibility.

“You’re such a Kohlii-head, Taipu-” Onepu’s sentence trailed off as his bright green eyes widened in shock. “Get down!”

The four Matoran dropped to the ground as three Nui-Rama swooped in, ready to attack. Onepu and Orkahm imitated their buzzing in an attempt to distract them, while Tamaru scrambled to wake the others and Taipu readied his sword. As he swung it towards the nearest Rahi, a glowing bolt shot out from the trees and struck the Nui-Rama in the heart, killing it instantly.

“What in Karzahni?!” Taipu exclaimed, as a second bolt downed another, this time only catching a wing and bringing it to the ground. As Taipu threw his sword to Orkahm to finish it off, the mystery archer leapt out from the trees, gliding an impressive distance and grabbing onto the final Nui-Rama, wrestling it to the ground and plunging a dagger into it’s back, bringing it crashing down into a vacant tent before tearing off it’s masks and drawing his bow, putting the creature out of it’s misery with a final bolt.

As the awakened Matoran exited their tents upon hearing the commotion, the shrouded figure turned to face them. Orkahm bowed in gratitude.

“Thank you, Glatorian. We would have had trouble with-”

“The deep-wood is no place to be napping, little ones. Doesn’t get much bad-worse than trying to get some shuteye with those pests fly-buzzing around.” The archer said sternly, cutting Orkahm off mid-sentence. He then strapped his bow to his back and pointed east.

“You’re headed the wrong way, Bota Metru is that way. Good thing I stumbled across your camp, you’d have been out here until Leaf-dawn otherwise. Head east and be rapid-quick; Nui-Rama are easy prey compared to the other wildlife that roams the jungles.”

“Thanks, stranger. I don’t suppose you’d accompany us? The way you fight, you’d be unstoppable in the Agori’s arenas!” Taipu said excitedly, as the archer simply shook his head.

“I’m quiet-sneakin’ around out here for a reason, I had some hard-luck back in the cities, so I’m layin’ low for a while. I’d be full of happy-cheer if you’d neglect to mention our meeting.” As the stranger turned to leave, he noticed the hunched green figure of a Turaga emerging from one of the tents.
“What’s all the commotion out here?” The elder muttered before locking eyes with their guest. Both were silent before the archer took his leave, leaping into the treetops as abruptly as he arrived.

“We had a little trouble with some Nui-Rama, Turaga Lesovikk. That Glatorian came out of nowhere and saved our hides.” Kopeke mumbled, gripping his Chronicler’s staff nervously.

“So I heard. Seems like our unexpected guest won’t be staying for dinner. Curious…” Lesovikk pondered to himself, scratching the chin of his mask.

“Curious, wise one?” Tamaru asked.

“When was the last time you heard a Glatorian use treespeak?”

“I can’t take this anymore!”

Topuhi smirked as he heard Weku’s exasperated yelling from down the hallway. No doubt the fool had just found out what he had done to his chair. Just wait until he sees what I left in his locker, Topuhi thought to himself with a mischievous chuckle. Spending his days cooped up in the Great Tower of Iconox was by no means the life of adventure and chaos that he thought he’d be living, but making his colleagues’ lives that little bit more difficult was satisfying enough for now. As he leaned back in his chair with a relaxed sigh, his peace was shattered by Weku barging into his chamber.

“Do you ever tire from disrupting our work, Topuhi?” Weku yelled, his blue-trimmed Kanohi Hau still crooked from the fall. Topuhi contained a chuckle and responded plainly. “Is everything okay, Weku? You look a little flustered.”

“We are doing very important work, Topuhi. The Turaga need the data we are supposed to be collecting for the upcoming expedition, and yet any time I try to operate the telescopes I find the consoles have been disconnected, drawings are scrawled over my notes, or my blasted chair mysteriously collapses! Now I have to get my eyepiece fixed before I can continue!” Weku continued to exclaim, with Topuhi gradually giving up concealing his amusement.

“Wow, sounds like you’re having a horrendous day, Weku. Maybe you should take the day off? They tend to do me absolute wonders. I hear the ice fields look lovely this time of year. They’re everywhere, but they’re pretty to look at.” Topuhi smirked.

“You confuse me, Topuhi. We’re up here, working in the most advanced knowlege tower on the planet, living more comfortably than some Turaga, and somehow you seem to prioritise irritating everyone you come across over what you’re fed, housed and paid handsomely to do! If I wanted to spend my time holed up with an immature slacker, I’d move to Bota Metru and share a treehouse with a drummer! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were painted white instead of green when you were built, if not just flat-out sent from Karzahni purely to hinder our progress! By the Great Spirit, if you weren’t constantly distracting everyone you come across, we’d have colonies set up all over Solis Magna by now!” Weku paused his rant, to find Topuhi’s chair empty. Past experience taught him that the unusually humorous Ko-Matoran had probably left as soon as Weku had begun to speak.

Returning to his desk, Weku found a replacement eyepiece, along with a note.

As much as I enjoyed rigging your chair, I’m genuinely sorry that my joke at your expense broke your eyepiece. Feel free to use mine while yours is out for repairs. -T.

Weku smiled faintly, briefly impressed with the act of generosity. He pondered to himself quietly as he reassembled his chair and got back to work.

His heartlight’s in the right place, I guess that has to count for something. I just hope he gets his act together… wait, what’s that bright light?

Topuhi didn’t bother to hide his laughter upon hearing Weku scream as he gathered his things from his locker. Knowing he was almost certainly not long for this career, he’d decided to leave early. He removed his scarf and cowl from the locker, and found a package he didn’t remember having; a sheet of rough fabric, containing a stone that glowed orange.


The writing is quite good! One recommendation I’ll make is to improve the formatting of the dialogue and internal voice, by spacing lines from various characters to distinguish them for the former, and using italics for the latter.

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Yeah, the spacing thing kinda annoyed me. The formatting was fine when I initially wrote it up but copying this stuff over made it go away D:

And I honestly forgot there was internal dialogue in this chapter haha, but I see it now. I’ll see about tweaking it to get it all back to normal, thanks for the heads up :slight_smile:

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I’ve definately had that problem posting stories here as well… why won’t the tab work?!

I had the same issue when moving this stuff to my website, the tiny text boxes Wix gives you made me not even attempt to fix it :frowning:

Chapter 2: The Water Tribe

“Okay, that should do it.”

Dekana removed a hooked staff from the cooling trough and examined it. After being sure the work was done, he smiled to himself and set it aside as he cleared the forge; he was a guest in Tajun, after all. As he was cleaning, a Ga-Matoran entered the workshop.

“Ah, Kitamo. Excellent timing, I’ve just finished the repairs. I’m just clearing the forge down and I’ll deliver it shortly…”

Kitamo simply ignored him, and examined the staff herself.

“This is acceptible. I don’t know why the Turaga felt the need to find a smith from out of Tajun, but it isn’t my place to argue.” Kitamo muttered aloud.
“I agree, but I’m sure her intention was one of diplomacy, not of distrust. She likely wants to maintain relations with the Stone Tribe, and the Sandray Canyons are close by. If she wanted to find a good blacksmith, I’m surprised she didn’t call for one of the other students from the Valley of the Maze…” Dekana pondered in response. “Nonetheless, I’m more than honored for the work. Your forges are impeccable considering the environment; I’m half tempted to take notes on this workshop for my own back home.”

“Thank you, Dekana. If the staff is complete, I’ll take you to present it to her now.” Kitamo replied, growing frustrated with the outlander’s dawdling. “If you’re done wasting time, that is.”

“Wasting time? Forgive me, but it’s considered the height of bad manners not to leave someone else’s workshop the way you left it back home. I know I’d like to return to a clean forge if a visitor had to use mine.” Dekana responded cheerily as he returned the remaining tools to their places and dusted himself off. “Alright, I’m ready to present my work to the Turaga. Please lead the way.”

Dekana followed Kitamo through Tajun’s busy waterways and canals, taking note of the Ga-Matoran and Water Tribe Agori going about their business. Taking in all the scenery, he suddenly felt very out of place here as a Po-Matoran. Some time passed, and they arrived at the entryway to the River Court; a vast complex once used as a stronghold by the Great Beings, now used as a council chamber by the Turaga, First Glatorian and visiting diplomats. Dekana followed his guide down the steps and into the main area where the Turaga he had been hired by was waiting, flanked on either side by her personally selected Glatorian guards. Dekana stood before her and kneeled, presenting the staff as she moved to greet him.

“Turaga Gali, I have completed the repairs on your badge of office as requested.”

The Turaga didn’t bother to examine it, instead carefully taking it from the kneeling Matoran before her and smiling.

“Thank you, Dekana. There was a time when working with metal was restricted to the Ta-Matoran; it pleases me knowing that others are becoming flexible in their choice of duties on this world. Pohatu spoke highly of your work, between ramblings about missing me and his brothers.” Gali chuckled to herself. “He hasn’t changed.”

“You honour me, wise one. Turaga Pohatu regretted being unable to join me and meet with you in person. He was excited to see the Arena Tajun in preparation for the next Kohlii match. His fascination for the sport keeps me busy at least, our team are some of my best customers.” Dekana smiled and arose to his feet. “He also asked me to send his regards to the other Turaga.”

“That competitive fool has a special place in his heart for that sport. I think he’s still sour from the last match our two peoples played together. I may not be able to play anymore, but I wonder if he realises one of the champions from that resounding victory still leads our team.” A second Turaga approached, prompting Dekana to kneel once more.

“He does mention that loss quite often, Turaga Hahli. The fact that the greatest Po-Matoran player we had is now on the council likely hasn’t helped.” Dekana chuckled nervously, not expecting to be before the majority of the Water Tribe’s rulers.

“Stand up, Dekana. We’re not in council right now, there’s no need for formalities. Though if you’re sticking around, I’m sure Macku and the others would be more than happy to pay a Kikanalo’s weight in widgets for a few of your famous Kohlii sticks.” Hahli smirked.

“I’m sure they would, Turaga, but I dare not make Turaga Pohatu’s paranoia worse. He would likely respond in the same way as the council discovering someone was making Exsidium weapons for the Skrall or Dark Hunters, the way he treats this game.” Dekana mumbled, only half joking. Growing yet more annoyed, Kitamo placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Now our guest has delivered the badge of office, I shall escort him back to his transport. No sense distracting you both for longer than necessary.” She and Dekana bowed before turning to leave.

“That one doesn’t take well to outsiders, does she?” Hahli chuckled.
“Tikamo went through a lot before she arrived here, but she dedicates her life to our safety and Tajun’s prosperity. Her drive is what made me choose her as my right hand, sister.” Gali nodded, faintly smiling as she watched the pair of Matoran leave.

The Ta-Matoran is a suitable choice. He cares for the young, and fights for those who need help regardless the odds. As brash and impulsive as he may be, he’ll be ready to find the others soon enough. The warrior has his strength, the hunter has his cunning, the strategist has his intelligence, the farmer has his heart and Korii has unbreakable will. I still have more to choose, and have found two possible candidates here in Tajun; a Po-Matoran weaponsmith and his Ga-Matoran escort. I know of her past, like Korii she will fight to the end to protect her home against any that stand against her. I just hope I have enough time…

The sun began to set upon the frozen city of Iconox, bathing the crystalline structures in warm oranges and making the central knowlege tower gleam like fire. With another day done, the Ko-Matoran and Ice Agori began returning to their homes. Still exasperated by the day’s events, Weku wanted nothing more than to rest. Making his way through Matoro’s Square, he stopped briefly to gaze upon the great ice sculpture of the fallen hero, before suddenly feeling an unusual cold pass through him. To most, this would be simply ignored, but Ko-Matoran don’t feel the cold. Feeling uneasy, Weku began to look around. Someone was watching him.

“Who’s there? Topuhi? Is that you?”


“I mean it, I’m in no mood for more of this.”

Once again there was no response. By the Great Spirit, that trickster never fails to make me paranoid. I just want to go home and sleep, he thought to himself. He turned into another street and felt a gaze upon him again despite the roads being completely empty. His heartlight almost jumped out of it’s casing when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Who’s there?!” Weku yelled, growing more distressed upon finding there was still nobody around him. He turned back to resume his route when he saw a tall figure passing through a nearby wall, it’s eyes fixed upon him.

“Leave this place, Matoran.”

Weku dropped his satchel and sprinted away, screaming at the top of his lungs. After turning a corner, he fell to his kneed and tried to catch his breath.

“What was that? It looked like a Glatorian, but… How would a Glatorian pass through the wall like that?”

Weku peeked around the corner to see if the being was still there, but once more the streets were empty. Unable to calm himself, Weku sprinted the rest of the way home. Despite being convinced he hallucinated that, he could swear he heard faint laughter all the way back.

Wake up, Korii. You are ready.

Korii awoke on his floor, dazed and confused. What in Karzahni was that?! He thought to himself as he stood up, only to hit his head against the ceiling. The ceiling of his home, that was tall enough for a Matoran to stand comfortably in.

“What the…” Korii’s musings were interrupted by yet another collision against the ceiling, before looking at his table and realising the blue crystal was gone.

“Where did it go? What’s going on?!” Korii shouted to himself, before stepping out of the still-open door to get some fresh air. He’d become considerably taller, and once again hit his head on the doorframe. No sooner had he stepped outside that a wandering guard shouted out to him.

“What are you doing in that Matoran’s home, Glatorian?”

“I live here, Agori. I AM a Matoran, if you hadn’t noticed.” Korii replied dryly, having no patience for this. It was at this moment that he caught his reflection in the window… what looked back at him was anything but Matoran.

“What in Mata Nui?” Korii exclaimed to himself, before the guard approached him.

“Come with me, Glatorian. Why you’d break into an innocent Matoran’s dwelling instead of earning an honest living is beyond me. Stand down and yield before I call for reinforcements!”

“This is a misunderstanding! I live here, I found a strange crystal on my doorstep, and passed out when I touched it. When I awoke, I looked like this!” Korii pleaded.

“Oh, so you’re a Toa? My mistake, oh mighty hero… Oh that’s right, the Toa are extinct. That beat-up mask isn’t going to fool me, now submit to arrest before we do this the hard way.”
Korii realized how ridiculous he must have sounded, but wasn’t going to be arrested for robbing his own home. He quickly dived towards his door, grabbed his pouch of widgets and ran for his life. His stronger frame made outrunning the Matoran and Agori simple enough, but the panic was beginning to set in. One minute all was well, the next he’d been transformed and ousted from his own home, now forced to become a fugitive. Not stopping to catch a breath until he’d lost the guards, he stopped to compose himself.

Your old life is over, brother. You must seek out our brother somewhere in this city, he will show you the way.

“What the- Who’s there?” Korii shouted. That voice… it felt as if it should be familiar, but was one he’d never heard before. It felt as if it was a thought, rather than someone speaking. Whatever it was, he had no time for it. He had to find a way to stay unnoticed, ‘Glatorian’ wearing Kanohi masks wasn’t common, and he didn’t want to be spotted by the guards again. Korii began to ponder to himself.

“Where better for a Glatorian to blend in than the Arena…”