Chronicle of A Chronicler

Day one

Metru-Nui is a city of legends, a place of peace and opportunity. Well... at least it use to be... before Teridax took over the universe. We matoran are now forced into hiding, a futile move as we cannot hide from our universe, the ground we stand on, the air we breath, the stars we gaze at, we are not safe. We need help, and we need it fast. The toa have scattered around the islands, seperated from eachother, blending in with people they have never been with before. Lewa, great toa of air, has journeyed to Arthaka to find help, but has not yet returned. Can we really stand a chance of defeating our own universe, and what will it do to us if we do. Mata-nui is not here to help us, and Teridax could easily take over again... or someone worse. And I, Kopeke, the new Chronicler, have been left to circle the globe finding the Toa and doing my job... Matoro... I wish you were here.

Day two

I have just managed to escape being torn apart by Zyglak... you dont know how lucky you are until its over. I was saved by a being of great power, silver armour, and a tremendous Axe. He said he is Axonn, and he is too busy to be 'Interviewed'. I am at Arthaka, trying to find out were Lewa is. Progress is short, and Rahkshi are everywhere. The only lead I have is of an island were none shall return. Were could it be, and what has happened to the Great Arthaka. Time is short, Rahkshi are closing in... I may have to end this entry early... the stars did not predict such suffering amongst the lands.

Day three

Lewa has gone to Tren Krom island... my newest lead has stated that I must go there to find what I seek. Axonn has left the island so I can no longer count on his help for my quest. I now must sail alone across the ocean to retrieve the information for the turaga. Teridax could be watching my every move, so I must be silent, like the teachings that I have recieved from Kapura the first time we met. Time is running out.

Day four

Tren Krom island is empty... I cannot find Tren Krom him self, he is either dead, gone or watching me. Lewa is not here either. The only thing I see, is what looks like the remains of Barraki Carapar... could this be a sign of what may come to people on this island, could I be next. I must leave before I suffer the fate of the warlord...

Day five

It has been five days since I set off. I have no other leads to the were abouts of any Toa, I am going to return to the Turaga and update them on the situation... I must find Takanuva, in the hopes that maybe he can help me, destiny must complete itself someday, and Takanuva has yet to complete his... the toa must be the awnser, we cannot count on Mata-Nui... the great spirit is gone never to return. Not even Nuju or any of the Ko Matoran could have predicted the end of days to be the awakening of the great spirit. Hope is not lost as long as the flame still burns.

Day six

Pohatu has been wandering among the waste land of Po-Metru, after discovering a tablet written in a very ancient dialect, could this have awnsers to the key of defeating Teridax, or just another piece of forgotten history, I will take it to Nokama in the hopes that it will be able to help us. Pohatu hopes to find some more tablets, but we cannot count on it, most tablets were destroyed or dug up, none of them have what we want. Onewa has also been going through some old records in the hope of finding something. We can only hope that we have success, the future looks grim.

Day seven

The tablet vanished over night, Teridax knows something he doesnt want us to know. All we can do now is run, hide and hope that onewa finds something that we can use, and if he does, that it doesnt vanish too. I am running out of materials, I must return home now... and hope for luck... and the defeat of Teridax. May future generations know we tried our best if we fail.