Tahu One shot

He sat at the foot of the ruined lighthouse, looking out towards the sea.  The fading sun had warmed the stones behind him. Tahu lay against them, it felt protective to him. He did not want to admit it, but he was scared. “The new Akamai!” The matoran had called out. They thought he was the one to stay, become their new protector.  He would return triumphant with tales a plenty to tell them, and they hoped, with a bride by his side to continue the line.
“But I am not.” He thought to himself. The young toa had dreamed wild dreams. Now, he knew his family was not blessed with future sight but he knew…he knew these dreams held meaning.  He knew his destiny lay elsewhere.  Tahu sighed, he wished he had his Uncle Lhikan to talk to, but he left them many years ago to carry on.  “I should tell mother.” He mumbled aloud. But he did not want to break her heart.
His eyes looked towards the old harbor. He caught sight of his twin sister flicking about the rocks, looking for crabs. It was the first time in weeks he had seen her, she was trying to figure out her own destiny: whether to serve the matoran or the rahi she loved so dearly.  Whatever the case was, her future did not lie on their home island either.  It was generally tradition the Marked one left.
Slowly he rose, turning inland towards home. He stopped briefly on the way back to see his father’s grave.  “Hello, father.” He whispered to the lonely grave. “I wish you could see us now. I wish you could have seen us grow. Now we are leaving you.” He sighed.  “Tahu!” He heard his mother’s voice call. The young toa turned away and slowly trooped down the hill.
Golden light shone from the small home that had been his family’s for generations.  His mother leaned against the doorway, the vestiges of the Marked one clear in her silhouette.  “I saw Pyroa.” He remarked, entering the house and hanging his sword upon its hook. “How did she look?” his mother asked, concernedly. “A bit thin I guess, but fine. I didn’t try and grab her attention.”
Tekera Akamai nodded to her son. “A wise choice, Tahu.” She remarked, shutting the door against the night. Even though it was early, Tahu yawned and sank into a chair. He watched his mother throw her daggers over her shoulders.  “Food is in the other room, if you are awake enough to go get it.” She chuckled as she opened the door again to patrol. “Mother…” Tahu said, suddenly awake.
“Yes?” Tekera asked.  Tahu sighed, he did not know what to say. “Be safe. That’s all.”
“You worry too much, not sure which side you got it from but…” she chuckled, “I will, Tahu. I will be careful.”
She left, shutting the door tight before walking into the night. Tahu let his head drop to his chest. Some brave and bold toa he was turning out to be. “Let me be as fearsome as my forebears,” He prayed quietly. Sleep crept up on him silently. That night he dreamed again: of fearsome beasts, swarms, and a city of legends.