Rise of the Toa Cemet Part 2Part 2: Grave diggerRise of the Toa Cemet Part 2
The lone Matoran hefted his shovel as he walked down the path towards the burial grounds. The sky had darkened. A solemn feel was on the Matorans’ shoulders. Living on an island cemetery would do that to someone. The Matoran, known as Graef, held a steady pace. Graef was in no rush to dig a new grave for a fellow Matoran. The ocean was visible in the horizon. It gleamed a deep shade of silver with the small traces of light being allowed through the dark clouds. The heavenly bodies did not part as Graef reached the burial grounds. He scanned the field. He finally saw what he had been look
Rise of the Toa Cemet“Forced from the cosmos of the Matoran, the mask of life soars through space, its final destination unknown. It carries inside it the mind and spirit of Mata-Nui, once the ruler of the universe, now an exile. But if anyone were present who could here the thoughts of the Great Spirit as they echo within the mask, they would hear one phrase repeated again and again. ‘I will return’”Rise of the Toa Cemet
Rise of the Toa-Cemet.
5 months into Teridax’s reign.
The mist rolled on the shores of Metru-Nui. The chutes were quiet, all but the creak of the worn bolts that threatened to fall apart. The stre
