Chapter Five: Declaration

Axonn charged across the landscape of Voya Nui, weapon at the ready. He had just spied two figures materializing in The Green Belt. One looked something like Botar, but obviously wasn’t. The other resembled a Toa, but wasn’t one Axonn knew. The first thing he had learned after being assigned to this place was subdue first, ask questions later.

The Botar look-alike spotted Axonn first, and tried to block him. A sweep of an armored fist sent him sprawling. Axonn was on top of the Toa in the flash of a heartlight, axe blade at the intruder’s throat.

“Who are you?” growled Axonn. “What do you want here? Talk!”

“My name is Krakua,” the Toa answered, trying in vain to push the axe away from his neck. “I was sent to find you. You’re needed.”

“Who sent you?” asked Axonn.

“Toa Helryx. Use your mask, you’ll see I’m speaking the truth.”

Axonn did just that, calling on the powers of his Kanohi Rode, the Mask of Truth. To his surprise, it told him that his captive was indeed being honest. He got up and let Krakua get to his feet. “You’re Order of Mata Nui, then,” Axonn said. “I see recruiting standards have slipped a little.”

Krakua paid no attention to the remark. Instead, he said, “Come with us. Your presence is required on Daxia.”

Before Axonn could object, the Botar type had come close and activated his teleportation power. The three of them vanished from Voya Nui, only to reappear in the Order of Mata Nui fortress on Daxia. Axonn had been there before, so its appearance was no surprise to him. The sight of his former partner Brutaka was, though. Not to mention the huge dragon next to him, whose bulk almost filled up the great hall.

“Things must be desperate if they’re calling on an old war Rahi like you,” Brutaka said with a smile. “Oh, by the way, have you met tall, green, and gruesome here? Don’t mind the scales and teeth, but you might want to stay downwind of him.”

“Brutaka!” said Axonn. “What are you — how did you get out of the Pit?”

“They let me out early for good behavior,” Brutaka smiled. “But I’m the least of the shocking faces around here. This is it, my friend. The Order is about to come out of hiding after all these years. Helryx told me so herself.”

“What did she say?”

“Two words,” said Brutaka, his smile disappearing. “Destiny War.”

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A trader on the island of Stelt would, over the course of his life, see pretty much everything at least once. The place was a crossroads for the crooked, the desperate, and those just looking for fast money or a deal best kept hidden from Toa.

This particular trader, though, had recently seen more than he would have wished. A small group of warriors, including the hated Roodaka, had stolen one of his best ships. Worse, they had done it in such a way that no one would even believe it had happened.

Things had at last settled down, though — he had managed to find a replacement ship and recover those members of the old crew who were still alive. It was back to business as usual — at least until a twenty-foot-tall dragon tore the roof off his shop.

“Where’s Teridax?” the dragon growled.

“Teridax? Who or what is that? And how would I know?” said the trader, reaching frantically for a weapon and coming up with nothing better than a cracked Kanoka disk.

“I know Stelt,” said the dragon. “A Nui-Rama doesn’t buzz on the Tren Krom Peninsula without you scum hearing it. So I’ll ask again — where is he? Where is the Makuta of Metru Nui?”

“I don’t know! I swear it!” shouted the trader.

The dragon scooped his victim up in a great claw. “I don’t have time for this. I have places to be, and bodies to break. I want you to send out a message to all your friends, to everyone who sails in and out of this island. Tell them Miserix is back, and when I find him, Teridax is dead!”

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The Dark Hunter known as Ancient stood on the beach of the island of Odina. Behind him, rebuilding of the fortress destroyed by Pohatu Nuva went on rapidly. His eyes scanned the waters, watching for the return of Lariska from her mission. He was anxious to hear just what she had seen and heard.

A cry made him look up. It came from a bat-winged Rahi wheeling through the sky, one not native to Odina. He recognized the creature as one bred for long-distance flying. More than once the Dark Hunters had used them to send messages back and forth to agents on other islands. But the flying creature up above did not come from another Dark Hunter.

As a half-dozen more joined it, they began flying in a pattern recognizable to no one on the island but Ancient. It was a message intended for him, and one that was urgent. The time had come. He had to seek out the Shadowed One and try to make him see the only possible future for the Dark Hunters. And if the Shadowed One, his old friend, failed to see reason, Ancient would have to kill him.