Entry 4

Today was not better; no, not at all.  The stones were still the talk of the island, everyone gathering up shovels and ropes, hoping that they would be the six lucky Matoran to find them.  I needed to get away from it all so I headed toward Ko-Ouir, The Icy Palace.  The Ko-Matoran that lived there were a quiet bunch, spending more time studying than anything else.  Most of them stayed there instead of traversing the island like some of the inhabitants, mainly the mappers.

On my way there, I came across a cavern.  Not just any cavern, no.  This one looked like a Matoran settlement.  I wondered to myself why a hut would be out in the middle of nowhere, so I went in.  Inside, I noticed a lonely Fe-Matoran, in some sort of trance, wearing a darkened Pakari, and hovering in the air.

"Umm... Hello?"  He opened one eye and glanced toward me.

"Can I help you?"

"I was... just on my way to Ko-Ouir and stopped..." I let my sentence trail off.  The Matoran slowly fell to the ground and stood up.

"Curiosity killed the Muaka.  My name's Tepamn."

"Umm... mines..."

"Vrail?"

"Yes!  How did you...?"

"Meditation is a powerful thing.  I've seen many things, visions of the past, present..."

"What about the future?" I asked.

"I don't really get future visions, more like future feelings.  Like the feeling I got this morning to walk out here and meditate.  A while ago I found..." He pulled a round, oh-so-familiar object out of a box, "this stone."

Feeling kind of awkward, I said goodbye and turned to leave.

"You can't escape destiny, you know," he said behind me.

I left to go sleep on a rocky outcrop and to ponder what exactly he meant.