So here's where I'll be posting daily or at least semi-daily updates to my story I'm writing. Just so you know, I have no idea what is going to happen with this story.
Spherus Magnus: 10000 AGC
I woke up suddenly, the cotton sheets falling away to the floor as I shot up like a rocket. I was on my feet in an instant, and out the door in another. I made my way down through my apartment building quickly, and stepped out onto the streets of Matoro-Metru, city of the great hero. I walked through the bustling, familiar horde of Matoran and Agori. I smiled as I noticed the Glatorian observing from the rooftops. I stopped smiling when I saw one leap down onto a Matoran who had decided he was “entitled” to a Kohlii ball. I decided to ignore the screams that erupted from the Matoran’s mouth as he was beaten by our “protectors.”
Shrugging off the event, I broke into a run as I remembered what day it was. The Day of Transformation, when Matoran and Toa gathered at the Great Temple in order to determine their destinies. If a given Matoran is destined to become a Toa, they would be transformed. If a Toa had completed their destiny, they would become a Turaga. This way, there were never too many Toa at one time. Subconsciously I wondered whether I was to become a Toa, but this thought was quickly dismissed. How could I be a Toa? I’m short, even by Matoran standards, and scrawnier than anyone I know. Regardless, since it is mandatory to attend, these thoughts would not go away, and troubled me all the way to the Temple.
The Temple is a magnificent structure. The 6 epic Kanohi sculpted into a dome, with their Nuva and Noble versions atop them, the entire structure rising a good 300 feet into the air. Surrounding the temple were huge statues of the 19 Toa who saved everyone. They were grouped by element, with Tahu, Jaller, and Vakama standing in front, and Takanuva centered in the back. I walked through the giant domed door, and joined the mass of Toa and Matoran.
First, the Toa stepped forth. They held their hands towards the Suva at the center of the room, and energy flowed from each of them. About 200 of the 300 or so Toa shrunk into Turaga. Most of the new elders accepted their fate grimly, but a few wept openly. The Toa and Turaga stepped back, all eager to see what was to happen next. I watched as I and the other Matoran stepped forward. I closed my eyes in anticipation, and heard as the energy shot forth from the Suva.
One second went by.
I reeled as I was struck by the energy, and writhed as my body stretched, fitting itself into the new armored frame of a Toa. I heard an audible gasp go through the crowd, and when I stood up, there were only six new Toa. Usually there were at least 20, usually more. The 1000 Matoran present were all whispering to each other, pointing at me. I looked to the old Turaga, who were also whispering, their eyes clouded with concern. I decided to glance down at myself to try and see what they were so concerned about. My new armor was black, with a bit of yellow here and there. Seeing nothing unusual about this, I removed my mask to take a look at it. I stared at it for a couple of seconds in disbelief. The Kanohi clattered to the floor.
Master Tahu stepped forth, his hunched body commanding the room’s attention, despite his short stature. He picked up my mask and fondled it for a moment before gently placing it in my arms. His respect was immediate, obvious, and undeserved. I hadn’t done anything to earn this honor.
“It would seem…. That we have the new leader of our Toa. Please welcome Toa Varan, Toa of Time!” His words were welcoming, but his voice was rife with doubt and concern. It was all I could do to not keep staring at the Kanohi in my arms, the Vahi, the Legendary Mask of Time