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Failure.
Despair or horror would have befallen anyone else, but the Great Ones wisely alienated him from such primitives. But what he certainly felt - groaning of the Universe.
The irregularly shining sunsets gave off a painful blue light. The sky were covered with a heavy red-bardy mist, turning into a black haze on the horizon. And yet in the Metru Nui it shone like a day, for the Silver Sea lighted brighter than the faint-eyed stars. Rays of light were bounced from under the surface by the prominences of reactivated proteoderma similar to a plasma.
The entire world known to Makuta was in a fever due to the uncontrollable natural forces of the endless cosmos: the radiation from the neutron star fried Mata Nui through, immediately following to the world chosen by the Great Ones, which was only a couple of parsecs away.
Their joint Way was to end Here, at the completion of the third iteration with the conversion of workers into forms of life suitable for terraforming... but even the Creators had no control over such an aspect as a ridiculously simple Case.
Of the few advantages of the current situation - the Cargo has not been harmed. Theoretically, he could have survived the total destruction of the Universe, but their with Mata Nui situation was not so bad. Rather, as the matorans would say, upset.
Titan knelt down on one knee and touched the shining sea, sensing a tingle of charged malicious particles. He had to miss at least five centuries before he could resume his work. During this time, the universe will have to be filtered out, and Mata Nui will choose a new route based on a heaviest analyses of nearby star systems.
He stroked the edge of the pier, as if this movement could reassure a greater brother of the Way. He must manage.
It is also good that he managed to preserve the population of the universe: the stasis spheres and other storages were perfectly protected from similar attacks. And from the long list of disadvantages also remembered two matorans that never got into their miniature shelters. It has happened before, at the wrong moment, eaten by rahi or killed for independent reasons just before conservation, but these two from the island of Zakaz disappeared, which, in a way, made the all-seeing and all-controlling creation fun.
Makuta rose, looking again at the apocalyptic landscape. It's time for kanohi Vahi to take everything back.
The analyzers froze in amazement: they detected two live markers very close, and then the auditory receptors caught an approaching skream.
Titan turned around and his body was thrust with a long spear with a molecular blade, which allowed him to pierce the shell.
The gaze of the fathomless, scarlet eyes unhurriedly descended on the spear shaft to the black fingers, light blue arms, and stopped at the familiar kanohi. The picture came together in a moment - should have checked the matoran on this parameter. It seems that he floated out from under the pier on a small ship, which was now knocking at the edge of bridge.
- What are you?! - Matoran exclaimed with a high voice, mostly owned by the Ga-tribe. - Why are you so cruel to us?!
Despair and horror. Primitives what means so much to Mata Nui and his descendants.
Titan’s body spread around the affected area, and the matoran held a spear to herself and bounced back, not expecting such a metamorphosis.
- Y-you are not the Demon of Void, - through fear the guest continued, and Makuta felt how anger was born in her spirit. - Neither Morok, nor the virus... Answer me!
Even though knew that the physical threat would no work, Matoran still pointed a spear at him.
- Kanohi Maha in worthy hands, - titan appreciated the ingenuity of matoran who managed to escape from him. - You and I are part of the same Way. I am Makuta, creator of Stories. And you, Turua - their Chronicler.
- How... - leveled the matoran, disheartened by the direct response that touched herself. - Did you create me?
The anger was replaced by fear and a little disgust. Upset.
- Matorans were created by Mata Nui, - raised finger Makuta. - He is mightier than I and would he have a desire - erased me from the face of the Universe. But he can’t desire, so he needs someone to amuse him.
- You took away his powers? - clung tighter to the shaft Turua. - Because I see no other reason for people’s suffering to please anyone.
- If you were of the same nature as me, you would look at everything differently, - bowed head Makuta. - Remember - every age had its Beginning and End. The End can’t be wonderful. Something always fades or dies. I give oblivion to this End so that the Universe meets a new wonderful Beginning.
Matoran fell silent and stared at the floor. She knew the titan was telling the truth, but her limited consciousness had difficulty accepting the truth. However...
- Does not fit, - she looked at the Makuta again. - The virus from the Zakaz gave nothing but pain!
Turua went to the ship and pointed out the open space of his inside. Makuta calmly came closer and peered inside...
Tortured by the mutation Le-matoran. Understood. The second one.
Unfortunately or mercifully, Makuta could not imagine what it was like to see by the sick and then by the mutating, fellows. He was following the prescribed protocol. He isn’t surprised by the changed structure of the skeleton, nor by the leaking organics from the magnetic grooves that were supposed to replace kanohi forever. And the painful wheezing with unnatural convulsions did not cause any regrets.
- Virus creates some of the most persistent entities in the Universe. Force does not come without consequences. Remember what happened to your king in the first era. The Mask of Control distorted his mind, depriving him of the gift of sober thought.
- You know that, too... - Turua whispered sorrowfully. - Rah, - she exhaled then. - Since you are so powerful - can you at least help him finish the process quickly?
- I thought you wouldn’t ask... so soon, - noticed Makuta pensivly.
- Due to kanohi, I lived through the three thousand years of the Universe's existence, - with bitterness replied Matoran. - You learn... to let go.
- You can give Maha to me, - titan leaned over the blue chip, holding out his black claws to the legendary kanohi...
- No! - the spear blade easily severed a couple of fingers that had not even fallen as they clung back to the dark hand. - This is my memory, my ministry, secrets and family... I won't let anyone live my life!
- Right decision, - Makuta stood up. - I wouldn't wish my duty on anyone either.
Titan, by the force of levitation, pulled out green-silver body from the ship and immediately dipped in the shining Sea. Turua twitched, but made herself freeze while waiting.
Forty-two seconds later, the terraform was placed on metal. Turua was amazed at the completed view of her friend: no one would have thought that a two-meter being within a ridge and tail It once looked like an ordinary matoran.
Skakdi - that was the name of the protocol of transformation of the matorans from the Zakaz formation.
The green being remained in an unconscious state. Matoran approached, as Makuta thought, to make sure her friend was not dead. However, something surprising happened: after Turua sat in front of a creature and put his massive head on her knees - she began to laugh.
The analysis centers took a firm grip on the cause-and-effect part and did not give a clear answer, to which happened... only third time in the past millennia of Stories.
- What are you doing? - decided to ask Makuta directly.
- Now... now it is clear why they were so busy stealing food and protodermis, - Matoran was almost sniffling, leaning over someone else's head because of a cramp. - It's not so much necessary to feed such a body, ha-ha!
- Ha... - titan tried to repeat the sound, but he was immediately pulled away by anti-deviant software.
An irrational mixture of sorrow and joy. A consequence of the massive psycho-emotional experience of this particular subject. Who knows what will happen next with the passage of time.
- Who... will he become? - Turua looked up at him a few minutes later.
- I am making up the Story after Ritual, - did not lie Makuta. - Presume he will be one of many inhabitants of the Universe. After all, with few exceptions, I do not forbid intelligent beings to choose their own Destiny.
"Within of the foundation laid," he did not say, and Turua surely got.
- Will you no longer try to force former friends to remember the past?
Turua shuddered, clearly wounded by the precise outline of the beginning of this era. From those Matorans, the sent imps then took away memories again. As calmed down, she sighed:
- No, I won’t.
- Thank you.