|I got them! All six!|
Brutaka's Game: Ch 2Brutaka's Game: Ch 2Brutaka's Game: Ch 2 by Saronicle
Jaller marched on top the village wall, keeping watch for any threats, when something along the trail caught his attention. It was Tahu, Gali, Pohatu and Takanuva racing down the trail with Lewa in their arms. He turned to a guard and ordered him to open the gate.
The Toa ran through and passed dozen of makeshift huts on their way to Tahu’s. Tahu pushed the draped door aside and helped place his brother on his bed.
"Alright," said Gali "we need to act quick. Let us summon all of our healing powers." Tahu, Pohatu and Takanuva drew out their weapons and placed them on Lewa's chest. They glowed and sent pulses of energy through his body. With a wave of her hand she ordered them to stop. As they put their weapons away, Gali summoned her powers. She placed her hands several inches apart with palms facing each other. A flash of blue appeared and quickly turned into a gro
Brutaka's Game: PrologueBrutaka’s Game: PrologueBrutaka's Game: Prologue by Saronicle
Brutaka stared at the open ocean. All he had seen for the last thousand years was his island home. He was sick of it. It’s no fun being ‘stranded’ in the middle of an ocean world. He would rather be off doing other things, but his duty of guarding the Ignika came first. His duty was boring. In fact, the last thousand years of his life were boring. The only threat around was a stirring volcano, and all he ever did was otherwise hide from the Matoran struggling to stay alive. He let out a sigh of boredom and sat down, resting his back against a rock. With legs crossed, he pondered over ways to amuse himself.
"I could drop another Tahtorak in Metru Nui and watch it destroy half the city." he thought. But he immediately shook his head. It wouldn’t have the same level of amusement. He stood back up and activated his mask of Dimensional gates. The
Brutaka's Game: Ch 1Brutaka's Game: Ch 1Brutaka's Game: Ch 1 by Saronicle
Sarah took a step back and stared at the items she had on her bed.
"Lets see here. Hygiene kit? Check. Clothes? Check. Sunday clothes? Check. Flute?.... Flute?" She looked around her room. Her flute case was nowhere to be seen.
"Now where did it go?" She asked herself. "I could've sworn I put it here just a few minutes-" she stopped as she looked behind her suitcase. "There it is.” She said with relief. “Oh! Can't forget the music either." she placed the items in the case and zipped it up. Right then she could hear a knock on the door.
"Sarah, are you ready to go yet?" asked her Mom. "We're running late."
Sarah gave out a deep sigh. "Yes Mom." She carried her luggage out to the car, passing by her wall decorated with trophies and photos of her marching band experiences. After placing her luggage in the trunk, she clo