Onuas 12th
When you live in the greatest city in the world, you’re bound to hear some stories. The great and wise elders of our city always tell tales of how long ago the six toa descended from the heavens and saved our island home from destruction, defeating the ancient Makuta, brother of Ekimu, the mask maker. They tell of how once our now prosperous city was nothing but a ruin, overrun with creatures beyond our wildest imaginations. They spin tales of Umarak, the Hunter, and Kulta, the Skull Basher.
Personally, I think it’s a whole bunch of baloney.
To start, I know that we still wear the six heroes’ colors as a reminder of their supposed accomplishments, but even if the toa descended upon us, we wouldn’t need them. Today I went to the invention festival, where there were so many amazing things that could have sent Makuta back to the shadow realm in seconds. There were the obligatory crazy-okotans who recite their whole song and dance about how “the world is coming to a close” and that “makuta is coming back”. As usual, I didn’t pay much attention to it, as those people have a few screws loose.
I was having a good time at the festival, when I saw some strange figure knock one of the inventors over and take off. Surprisingly, they didn’t fight back with their whatever it was and just stood there. I saw that the fiend had stolen something, so I chased after them. They kept running throughout the city, dashing in between busy streets and in and out alleys. I eventually caught up to the menace, but they used some sort of elemental power that I’d never seen before and disappeared. Sadly, I wasn’t the only one who’d chased the criminal, and when the Okotan Guard showed up, I was taken to city hall.
Inside, I cleared everything up with the protectors, and I was able to go back home. Though, on my way out, I heard two important-looking people discussing something. I couldn’t pick up much, except I did hear them say something about a band of criminals, and I assume that the person I chased was part of them.
Even though the stories the elders tell may be false, if they’ve taught me anything, It’s that history repeats itself, and that you can never think that evil is gone for good. Alright, I’m getting tired, and writing takes a lot out of me. I’ll try to update this journal whenever anything interesting happens, and I’m all out for today, so, goodnight!
