Chapter 6
“That was fun”
“It was fine.” Yahru stated
“Oh come on Yahru you were absorbed into all the movement.”
“Well yeah, I was” Yahru chuckled
“You must have been quite an athlete as Matoro described.”
“Really?”
“We met on Mount Ihu, he kind of found me after my training.” Yahru huffed.
“That must have been a doozy”
Turaga Onewa’s hut.
“Excuse me, we would like to see Onewa.”
“Ah Visitor.” Turaga Onewa greeted. “Did you enjoy the match”
“We did. Huki played well as always.”
“Oh…” He stopped after seeing Yahru.
“Turaga Onewa, I would like to bring to you our guest, Yahru”
“Hello, Turaga Onewa” Yahru bowed.
“Greetings, Yahru. I take it you enjoyed the match”
“I did, this was my first time watching. Anyway, I have something for you.”
Yahru brought out his backpack and unpacked a special tablet similar to what he gave Nokama, which was addressed specifically to him.
“I see,” Turaga Onewa understanding the whole message. “I would like to speak with Yahru in private if you do not mind, Chronicler.”
“Yes sir” Takua left…
“I saw you from a distance, I knew you seemed familiar.” Onewa commented.
“I thought so for you once I heard your name from Maku and saw you.”
“And no one else knows about this knowledge you possess?”
“No one, only Turaga Nokama.”
“Well, what you know is not news to us Turaga, Yahru.”
“I know.”
“How much do you remember?”
Yahru then looked intensely around before whispering to Onewa’s ear.
“Some things like the Bordahk once chased me out of my home while Dume made the announcement for us to get into the spheres only to find out it wasn’t Dume and that Ahkmou had once envied you and almost caused one of your sculptures to fall before one of us stopped him.”
Onewa shook his head.
“You really went through it with us.”
“Yes.”
“Make sure you keep in touch with the other Turaga, it’s a good thing you found us before this information got out to the rest of the Matoran.”
“Master Seihu and I kept this to ourselves for years.”
“We’ll discuss this with your master once we see him.”
“One more thing…Is Ahkmou still causing trouble?”
“I’m afraid so, he once sold ‘lucky’ Ghekula to unsuspecting Matoran only for latter to have their homes torn from the inside.”
“Sounds like him.”
“And something tells me that the comets he sold were the ones that caused us to have more sick athletes before the Chronicler ended it with Pohatu.”
“Pohatu?”
“The Toa of Stone.”
“So this island has its own Toa?”
“Yes. You’ll meet them someday.”
“Good to know we have some reinforcements.”
“Couldn’t have come at a better time. But stay vigilant Yahru, and take what you know to the rest of the Turaga.”
“Yes…Turaga…Onewa.”
Turaga Onewa looked at Yahru confused by his tone.
“My apologies, it has not been easy with all this going on. I never met any other inhabitants on this island let alone any from our past. Seeing you now as…” Yahru clarified.
Onewa sympathetically put his hand on Yahru’s shoulder.
“Your secrets are everyday conversation between myself and the other Turaga on the island.”
“Thank you, Turaga Onewa.”
“I must go make preparations for our carving festival in a week. Take care, new adventurer.”
Yahru bowed to the former Toa of Stone turned elder.
After the game
“It’s good to be able to watch a Koli match today, we haven’t seen one of these in a while.” Takua commented.
“Really, why?”
“There was an incident where all the players got infected by some Koli balls Ahkmou sold.”
“That fool never does change.” Yahru thought.
“Even a bog snake wouldn’t be as venomous as him”
“Ahkmou?” Yahru asked feigning ignorance.
“He was a Po-Matoran who once sold comets here.”
Yahru had a mix of curiousity and urgency.
“Where did he go?”
“Not much to say except “gone fishing” at least on his sign on the stand.”
“Gone fishing?”
“Yes.”
“He would…” Yahru thought while rolling his eyes.
They were arriving on the boat at the docks at Po-Wahi and just when they were sailing off Yahru noticed at the corner of his eye, a Matoran running away behind a Canyon, the Matoran looked and acted familiar.
Three days later at the Po-Koro.
Yahru knocks on Turaga Onewa’s door. And the Po-Matoran behind were in shock over what or who Yahru had behind him.
Knock Knock
“Turaga Onewa.”
“Yes, Yahru.”
“I have a present for you”
Yahru then pulled in a tied up Ahkmou and laid him on the floor near Onewa’s feet.”
“Ahkmou…Yahru what did you?”
“We asked around the Koro and got the scent thanks to my pal here.” Yahru pointing to his Hapaka. “And I saw him from a bio away. We now have the culprit.”
“I knew you would do this, Ahkmou.” Turaga Onewa muttered
“What shall we do with him” Yahru asked
“I got an idea.”
Po-Koro Carver’s Festival
All the Matoran gathered for the Biannual Carver’s festival. Everyone came to observe the sculptures made by the best Po-Matoran carvers, buy some smaller carvings, and trade.
But what came close to the end was a new attraction exclusively for this festival.
“Where am I?” A blindfolded Ahkmou yelled.
In the background, three Le-Matoran were playing a song* used for a Matoran game where they fill a lightweight wooden statue of a Rahi with Vuata Maka fruit or any other prizes and hit it with a stick until they come out.
Ahkmou recognized the song.
“No please, help me!” A blindfolded Ahkmou screamed while having his hands and legs tied together off of a rope hanging from one of his structures. “I’ll stop”.
“Step right up, come take a stick, make a hit and take your prize. For all of who bought products from Ahkmou.”
“No Please!!!”
One by one Po-Matoran, Le-Matoran, Ga-Matoran, and a few Onu-Matoran got in line.
Hafu got some thinner blindfolds and put them on each of the Matoran, spun them twice gently and let them take a hit.
“Everyone stand back.”
One Matoran grabbed a stick then hit Ahkmou.
WHACK
“AAAAAAHHHHH” Ahkmou screeched in a high pitched voice that even a Ga-Matoran would laugh at.
All of Ahkmou’s old customers howled.
“Now claim your prize.”
The Po-Matoran took back his Husi bird from Ahkmou’s stand.
“Next.”
All the Matoran kept going at it.
Turaga Onewa looked from at his balcony almost pridefully.
Just then Matau entered.
“It’s amazing how you wanted me to bring a singsong concert to your festival. Never thought of you as wanting one.”
“We had to do it. The least we could do after finding the responsible party behind the disease.”
“This seems almost cruel of you, Onewa. Almost like me from the good old Metru days.”
“Who do you think I got it from? Besides the sticks we use aren’t poles, but reeds, so it’s not like it will hurt him TOO much.”
“Hmph…Though I’m not shocksurprised, How did you figured out it was Ahkmou?”
“The Chronicler helped us earlier during the comet incident, but it was the Chronicler’s new friend or our old friend from those days who captured and brought him,”
“What old friend?”
“Yahru!” Onewa called.
Yahru who was watching the whole thing turned around and looked up to see Onewa waving inviting him up.
Yahru nodded and went up.
Matau looked at Onewa in surprise, “Yahru?!!!”
Onewa nodded.
Yahru came up to the balcony.
“Yahru, allow me to introduce you to…,”
“Matau?!!!”
“That’s Turaga Matau to you!” Matau quipped with a smirk.
Yahru’s eyes widened and a smile broke forth.
“He knows about our past, but please don’t hold it against him.” Onewa whispered.
“How did he?”
“It’s a long story.”
“With your permission, I would like to share my story with you.”
Matau then nodded and crossed his arms expectantly.
Back to the festival.
“Step up, take a stick, make your hit, get your prize.”
Maku stepped up, got a stick, and was given a blindfold.
She was lightly spun around twice before she was let go.
WHACK
“OWWWWWWWWW” Ahkmou screamed
“That was for Huki…er…the Koli team” Maku shook her fist.
The rest of the Matoran cheered.
“Take your prize, miss.” The Po-Matoran host encouraged.
“I already have him” she grinned while holding Huki’s hand and placing her head on his shoulder.
“Okay…” The Po-Matoran said before turning over to the next customer “…you’re next!”
“Hooray, that’s me!!!” A somewhat brutish voice cheered.
“Oh no!” Ahkmou thought. His eyes raised in paralyzing alarm under the blindfold, recognizing the somewhat brutish voice. “Taipu”
“You better take this one Taipu, you owe us and Turaga Whenua for that Ghekula you bought.” Onepu charged from a distance.
“Okay” Taipu said while warming up. Before being handed a Pickaxe handle, harder and capable of inflicting more pain than those reeds the Matoran used, as painful as they were.
“No, no, please…” Ahkmou whimpered before his mouth was covered.
“Don’t worry he won’t mind.” Maku winked.
“Okey-dokey”
“TAIPU, TAIPU…” The Matoran cheered.
In one small but strong hit.
BWAAAAACCKK
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”, Ahkmou screamed in such powerful high pitched agony that the birds in Po-Wahi scattered across the sky.
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*Song used: A Matoran equivalent to this song:
Just picture this song while you are reading the part at the Festival
Edit (10/26/2023): Changed Yahru’s role during the festival
