Entry 2

I almost forgot about this entry.  I remembered to add it because of Mezuah
telling our friend, Laozuk, about it.
Laozuk, like me, has a Miru and is a Le-Matoran, which makes us twins, I
guess.  Well, to get on subject, something
interesting happened today: The Turaga told stories.

Yes, story-telling was a time most
waited for by us.  The story today
was different, though.  It wasn't
about past battles or the founding of our island.  No, it was about their sacrificing of
Toa Energy; how they transformed into Turaga.  Naturally, the air had a sadness when
they prepared their story.  I will
try to word it as best as I can:

"Long ago, before any of you
dominated this island, my sister and I were Toa; great warriors and protectors
of Mata-Nui.  When we fulfilled our
destiny of populating this island, we... couldn't be Toa any longer.  It was our time to retire.  So, we went to the rocky beach of
Jaa-Houir and collected 6 perfect stones.
Right in shape, right in size.  We then built this very stone table and
sacrificed our energies into the stones.
And so, we scattered the stones across this island, hoping that the
destined Matoran would find them and become the new defenders of this
island."

Naturally, it was Tacoza that perked up
with a question: "Does that mean that they're still on the island?"

"Yes, said Turaga Kulia, "the
stones are still out there.  But be
warned: we have hidden them in traps, guarded by protectors, as well as even
hiding them in plain sight."

"Could you maybe... hint us on the
location of one of them?"

"No, Tacoza.  It is for destiny to decide who finds
them or not.  If fate smiles upon
you then you will find one."  A
grin slowly creped over Tacoza's face. I watched him turn and run towards
Ta-Ouir.

"Ugh... Tacoza's crazy,"
Uratii had thought out loud.

As the Turaga dismissed us, I thought to
myself about the life of a Toa; I thought of the adventure, the glory, and
respect from Matoran.  On the other
hand, I looked at the sacrifices, battles, even death.  I concluded that being a Toa wasn't all
it's cracked up to be.  Maybe... I
was to be the odd-Matoran out; the one that didn't wish to be a Toa.
I climbed up on my bed and took a quick nap, not realizing what I would
see.  I had a... dream, or a vision,
of some sort.  I can only recall so
much:

'Six large stones stood together in a
circle.  Suddenly, one of the stones
moved away from the group, turning a deep black color.  It began launching black lightning from it,
striking down two of the stones.
Finally, the remaining three stones released combined white lightning
that shattered the black stone into fragments.  Then, one of the large stones fell back,
and from it sprang one medium-sized stone and six bright, small stones.  Six dull stones approached them and
then...'

That's
the point where I woke up.  I got
out of bed and walked out of my hut and saw Mezuah telling Laozuk about the
Bock.  I promptly returned inside to
write this entry.  As I am doing so,
I still ponder what that vision could mean...