Tale of Tekera part 2Alkor slept in his cage, tired and feeling weak. Zirohk did this to him, keeping him locked up with no chance even for a fight to see if he could break him. He was used to this. He waited, hoping for some word from Tekera. She was a lovely bolt of crimson he’d make no mistake, but part of him was doubting whether she would come bringing news at all.
A light clinking woke him up. Looking towards the hallway he saw a large mass at his door. As he looked he realized it was a matoran, standing upon the back of a toa. “Tekera he is awake. Let him know what’s going on.” The matoran said. Tekera looked at Alkor and whispered, “Once this door opens, grab your spear and run, follow me. The guard will be out for only a short while longer. Once you past him you’ll see an open drain, jump down it and go in the direction the arrow points. I will continue running above ground so anyone who sees me will think I snuck in to visit again. Virox has his own way out, he
Tale of Tekera part 1Part of her truly enjoyed Stelt. It was an island completely different from what she had seen. Despite their savage ways and interest gladiatorial combat, the matoran here were self-reliant, they didn’t always need a toa to save them. Tekera Akamai was perched on her bar stool, inhaling the warm scent of the smoke from the grate. Hardened matoran and travelers were about her, mainly keeping to themselves. Few people asked questions here. This did not stop Tekera from taking a few precautions. A heavy brown cloak lay about her shoulders hiding her wings and tail; for all intents and purposes she appeared another washed up creature on Stelt’s oily shores.
Loud shouting outside made her look up somewhat. A fight in the street was normal here. This sounded different. Tekera moved to the entrance and walked outside. A heavily armored toa, gleaming crimson and silver ran down the street. A mighty spear was clenched in his hand. Guards of Stelt’s lesser class ran behin
Lewa oneshot Kalu protested as vehemently as his mute condition would allow. “How could you choose my son?” He signed quickly. “Your son is the only, whole living member of the Wairuha family. Your wife, if she had not lost her limb would be taking his place. She appears to be alright with the decision seeing as she is not here protesting with you.” The turaga replied. Kalu glowered before signing, “She isn’t here because she is too busy trying to keep a traumatized young boy in check who doesn’t understand my signing yet. I am here on her behalf as well.”
“Look, Kalu, it was not my decision only, the other elders helped decide as well.” The turaga sighed. “Him being a Wairuha is a poor excuse. We’d take anyone older and stronger into our family with open arms.” Kalu signed desperately, “The boy is too young to hold the powers. Just wait till he is older at the very least.
My Guardian Eva Shinji, having decided to flee once again from the life NERV had stuck him in, had arrived at the train's final destination. It was a place away from the city, with little more than endless open fields of wildflowers and unkempt grass. Hills which turned to mountains, and barely-walked paths; a place he'd run off to in the past before eventually deciding it best to return.
He wandered off with no purpose, no set destination, no rush and nothing to hold him back. The sun was low in the sky as evening approached, although it was not quite a sunset. After a time, there was the feeling that he is being followed. Assuming the worst, he turned around to the supposed NERV personnel he expected to face. His expression was almost neutral, with a slight undertone of worry or fatigue, as if he expected it. Shinji was ready to sigh, nod, and go back.
Instead, right off on the horizon, Unit 01 stood. Shinji blinked in