“Thanks.” Said Mazeka, as he hopped off Keanoko’s crab and started walking down to the southern side of his village. He stared at the ground as he walked, wondering why Keanoko called the different parts of their village “koros”. Technically they were the same village. Maybe he just wished he lived on some other island, were matoran of different race lived separately. “That would be just like a le-matoran, always pretending.”He thought. When he lifted his eyes, the sight that meet them horrified him: The south side of the village was completely destroyed! He ran past smoldering huts and past were a kohlii field used to stand. And, he accidently tripped on a kohlii stick. “Vultraz” He shouted, as he tossed the stick aside. “someone stopped their kohlii game fast.” He ran into his friends hut, or what was left of it. “Nothing!” Mazeka ran out to a place where he knew Vultraz (His friend,)liked to lava surf. But there was no one there ether. (must people don’t go lava surfing when their homes are being burnt down.) Then he ran to a field where he and Vultraz once worked together. There he found a ga-matoran, shaking fiercely under a out-cropping in some cliffs, which lay to the side of the field. (Incase you were wondering ga means water and ga-matoran are the only female matoran. And there are no male ga-matoran.) “Quick, get in here!” She said in the lowest whisper possible. “What’s going on around here?!?” Mazeka asked. “SHHH! Do you want him to hear you!?! “Who!?” snapped Mazeka. “What’s going on!?!”
To be continued…