Tahu trudged back onto the beach. He looked around, amused. The last time he had been here, he had decided not to return. That was then. Now, he was ready. The adventure had been short, but it was a good sendoff. It had reminded him of the old days, back on his island home. A smile played across the Toa’s lips as he recalled how it felt to see his old friends again. Some of his fellow Toa had changed, some were exactly as he had remembered. But in the end, he had known that it wouldn’t last. It may have been shorter than he would have liked, but it didn’t really matter. It had been a fun trip.
He sighed as he glanced around his old home. It was as if he had never left. Exactly the same, with a single exception. He noticed that the fire that had once kept him warm was extinguished. He wasn’t surprised of course, fire tended to burn itself out after all. He wasn’t concerned either, and directed his elemental energy to ignite it once more. It was good. With a sigh, he sat down on the soft sands, staring into the flickering tongues of flame. He had poured as much energy as he could into the flame. It would extinguish eventually of course, but it would last a long, long time. It would last long after he was gone, and would serve as a testament to him having ever been there. With that done, the ancient warrior lay down for the last time, and closed his eyes.
This short story is a sequel to this one, the end, that I wrote two years ago to celebrate the return of Bionicle. With the line now officially over, I decided to write another. The End