After reading some of the epics here on Mask of Destiny, I decided that maybe I could write my own. So I did. Heres the first chaper of my epic; The Order of the Saikus.Review topic here.Chapter 1
There is an ancient legend here in this city. There is a legend, of an ancient order, a group of vigilantes, working in the shadows for the greater good. The legend claims that they are more silent than the moon passing overhead, faster than a flash of lightning and more deadly than the Makuta themselves. They strike without warning, and before anyone can even notice, they disappear into the shadows. They call themselves the Saikus, meaning silence in the ancient Matoran language. Some say they are killers. Some say they are heroes. Some deny their existence completely. But one thing is for certain. Never be put in the path of a member of the Saikus, for if you do, rest assured, you won’t come out of it a happier being.
Hava Nui. A place that was once a peaceful city, smaller than most, but big to be called a city. The Matoran there lived a good life, their Toa protecting and watching over them. They lived free of worry, they could go where the wanted, said what they wanted and were free to do whatever they wished. But then all that changed. A Turaga stepped up and took the power, and has turned it into a place where no one may speak if it objects to the Turaga’s views, where everyone must work a strict 12 hour work day and if you slacked off, the Turaga’s army of corrupted Toa soldiers will take you to who knows where. The Turaga, named Kofo, was corrupt, completely driven for power and money. He cared nothing for the people he ruled over. In fact, it wasn’t even intended for him to become a Toa in the first place.
Before all this happened, The Toa of Hava Nui carved a Toa Stone and was going to give it the most deserving choice of Matoran, but Kofo, spying from the rooftops, saw the opportunity and took it. While the Toa at the foot of a cliff in the desert, on his way to give the Toa Stone to the destined Matoran, Kofo was waiting up on the cliff, waiting for the right moment. When the Toa passed under, he pushed a boulder down below and crushed him. Kofo just pried the stone from the Fire Toa’s cold, dead hands. The rest is common knowledge. So now, Turaga Kofo rules Hava Nui with an iron fist. It is a dystopia, the one place where no one wants to live. The night is haunted by thieves and killers, and the day is ruled by Kofo’s army of savages. He says that all of this is for a better city, but the city is worse than it’s ever been.
Tapja was sprinting for his life across the main metropolis of the city. He knew of the danger coming from wandering around in the city at sunset, for curfew was beginning and no one was around. No one to protect him.
“Karzanhi!” he muttered under his breath. “Stupid chute. Why did it have to break down right when I needed it? Kofo will have my head!” He sprinted across the alley ways of the buildings, some made of protodermis, some made of wood. For a moment, Tapja thought that he was going to make it. His house was right around the corner and across the small plaza! But as soon as he turned the corner, he crashed into a Toa Soldier.
“Whoa!” he jeered. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uhm,” Tapja gasped. “Home.”
“According to the curfew, you should’ve been home half an hour ago.” He grabbed Tapja’s throat with his armored hand. “It looks like me and my friends will have to beat the rules back into you.”
He chuckled as 3 more Toa emerged from the shadows. They were Toa of the brute kind, heavily armored and equipped with heavy weapons, and Tapja knew that they weren’t going to go soft on him.
The leader of the pack smirked as he raised his weapon for a strike. Tapja simply cowered in a corner. Right when the colossal figure was about to let the weapon fall, he froze. His eyes were wide and in shock, and then he dropped to the ground, and the others followed suit. Four small daggers, each lodged in their backs, was the cause of this. Tapja slowly and nervously stood up to find who saved him, and what he found was a silhouette of a figure perched upon a building, with the moon as his backdrop, and a dagger in hand. This post has been edited by Letoki on Jun 12 2011, 02:07 PM