Entry 1
I've decided to use this... th=
ing...
to record all events of my daily life as a Matoran. Hopefully, I could use this as a w=
ay of
telling other Matoran my life styles and compare them with theirs; or just
something I could use to look back on of past experiences. I'm able to record this by plungin=
g the
tip of my spear in some native berries I found. I guess I should begin with how I =
found
what I now know, thanks to another Le-Matoran, is called a Bock...
I was walking along the beach =
around
the Cove of Plaious, named after an older Toa of Water, with my friend, Mez=
uah,
when we spotted a gleaming, round object bobbing in the water. Since he was a Ta-Matoran and I had a bad experience once with water, we waited. We laid back on the sand, my Miru =
and
his Jotar shinning in the sun beating down on us. Eventually, our friend Niali walke=
d up
to us.
"What are you two doing?"=
; she
asked.
"Look out yonder," Mezua=
h told
her. I could tell that she sa=
w it
by the expression on her face.
"So you two are just gonna wa=
it
here for it?"
"That's the plan," I told
her. She sighed, and then sta=
rted
running toward the water. She
jumped in; doing a mid-air somersault, then swam toward the object at full
speed. She grabbed it, and th=
en
swam back to us. She walked o=
ut of
the sea, drenched in the water she was so accustomed to and handed it to me=
.
"It has your name on it... I =
don't
know why, but this is really kinda creepy." Sure enough, I looked at it and it=
said:
:v:
:r: :a: :i:
:l:
I rubbed my hand across my nam=
e on
the silver sphere. Suddenly, =
it
opened, and the Bock was inside. I
took it out, and discovered I could use it as a Wall of History, in
compact-form.