My Sample (Origins's Prologue)

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Panting heavily, wondering what in the world had just happened, Vhisola stood up. Almost all traces of light had disappeared from the sky... but there were no stars. Nothing but pitch-black darkness.

“Ehrye?” she called tentatively.

“Yes, Vhisola?” replied Ehrye. As Vhisola watched, the figure of the Ko-Matoran came into view out of the shadows.

“You okay?” asked Vhisola. “That earthquake was horrible.”

Ehrye gave her a comforting smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” he said. Then he frowned. “Where are the others?”

“I don’t know where they’ve gone... or if they’ve reached the end of the line.” A cold pit settled in Vhisola’s stomach. “So what do we do now?”

Ehrye was silent. Vhisola couldn’t blame him -- she didn’t know what to say, either. During the massive quake, over half of the ground beneath Metru Nui had collapsed. The Matoran had been flung every which way at the initial shaking; and just when they had all thought it was over, another quake had hit, sending their city into darkness.

But the darkness was not quite total. As Vhisola’s eyes scanned the shadows, she suddenly saw light -- faint, but existent. She said to Ehrye, “First we find out where that hole came from.” She pointed.

Ehrye gave Vhisola a look. “You sure?” he asked.

“We’re trapped anyway,” Vhisola answered. “It isn’t like there is anywhere else we could go. This is worth a look, don’t you think?”

Ehrye didn’t answer. He was already making his way across the debris-strewn ground in the direction of the light.

* * *

They had climbed down some hundreds of meters already without talking. The way was dark and treacherous, but each time the Matoran almost gave up hope, they looked downward, at the light below, and somehow found the strength to continue on. Already there had been some near-mishaps -- Ehrye had kept Vhisola from slipping down into the abyss twice already -- and Vhisola could not stand the silence before. Turning to Ehrye, she asked, “Where do you think this will take us?”

Ehrye, being a Ko-Matoran, was welcoming the quiet. But he did not want to leave his friend in the dark.

“We can only find out,” whispered Ehyre, “if we continue on.”

It was obviously meant to be comforting, but being a Ko-Matoran, the words had come out rather cold. Vhisola was about to make a reply when she heard something -- a small thump.

“Did you hear that?” she asked.

The two stayed stock-still for several seconds, the only sound their harsh breathing. Vhisola was wondering if whatever it was had gone, when another thump sounded, even closer than before. As her heart leapt into her throat, she screamed, “Run!”

Both Matoran leapt into action, flying down the jagged metal walls like there was no tomorrow. Ehrye was faster than Vhisola; he kept up a flow of encouragement as they went down, not willing to frighten her even more with silence.

It seemed like forever before the two stopped climbing. As Vhisola tried to catch her breath, she strained to hear sounds of pursuit. None met her audio receptors.

“I think,” she panted, “we lost them.”

“Hey,” said Ehrye suddenly, “look down!”

Vhisola looked down, to see Ehrye smile up at her and let go of the metal overhand he had been clinging to.

“Ehrye!” she cried, reaching out to him.

But she need not have worried, for Ehrye’s fall was stopped far short of where Vhisola had been expecting. “Don’t worry,” he called up. “The ground is flat here. We will have to walk.”

* * *

The two had been searching for hours now, trying to find a way out. It was common knowledge now that they had lived within a humongous robot, billions of times bigger than themselves; but, unfortunately, the ‘Great Beings’ had not been ‘great’ enough to leave any sort of exit sign. At least it was lighter down here; but the cavern of sorts was made of reflective metal, so it was rather difficult to find the source.

Ehrye was pushing through a small pile of debris when he heard Vhisola call. He ran over to where the Ga-Matoran stood. There was a crack in the metal -- and outside was a paradise.

Trees -- grass -- flowering plants -- and beings of all sorts. Some were recognizable as Matoran or Toa; and some were strange to the two Matoran, but not too different from themselves.

For a moment Ehrye’s heart lifted. But then it fell back down. “We can’t get out this way,” he said dejectedly. “There are no tools nearby to open the crack.” It pained him to say it, but finally he forced the words out. “We must find another way.”

* * *

The scant light in the metallic cavern was fading as Vhisola and Ehrye continued their search. They had found a hatch, but it was broken, the metal warped so that it could not be removed from its frame. Soon it was too dark for any more exploring; so they both found spots as comfortable as they could get and slept.

The next morning came around, and Vhisola and Ehyre decided to explore another tunnel that the Ga-Matoran had found last night, only to disregard because it led downwards. Now, it seemed that was their only hope of escaping.

“Where did you say this cavern was?” asked Ehrye.

“It was somewhere up ahead,” replied Vhisola, leading the way across a small mountain of debris.

The light in the cavern was slowly getting stronger. As the two Matoran reached the top of the pile, they saw a large, gaping hole -- it did not lead into the paradise they had seen earlier, but into a cave. A few more piles of rubble -- this time metal mixed with rock -- and they had reached a large, artificially-lit cavern. Six tunnels led into six different types of terrains that reminded the Matoran of the old island of Mata Nui: Fire, water, earth, ice, sand, and jungle. It was, in a word, majestic.

There was a way out to the north, but the entrance was half-blocked by rubble. There was fruit in the forested area; Vhisola and Ehrye ate some of that, and then began to search the cavern.

It wasn’t long before they found something interesting.

“Vhisola -- I found something!” yelled Ehrye.

Vhisola immediately ran to Ehrye and looked up at the rock wall. Inscribed on the wall, in the Matoran language, was a story -- no, not a story, but a history. Slowly, Ehrye began to read.

“Many billions of years ago, two large spiral galaxies collided. As the super massive black holes collided at the center, a massive blast wave was sent out as well as ferocious jets of matter from the double-black hole, seeding the area around with elements, but tearing apart the galaxy as well. These waves of gases collided with a solar system nearby containing a rocky, barren world called Spherus Magna. The waves of matter seeded it with the necessary elements to form protodermis. Over the years, protodermis formed in the core of the planet and seeped through the surface, turning the barren world into a lush planet full of life.”

With wide eyes, Vhisola and Ehrye shared a glance, both wondering what they had stumbled upon.

To be continued…

Celu the Jack wrote:Okay that's the final one!

Great descriptions, LL.

TheSkeletonMan939 wrote:Ehrye is a Ko-Matoran, not a Le-Matoran.

Also, I think you should use characters that haven't gotten much of a mention in story - some Matoran in the Toa Metru promo disks, maybe.

Also, mind if I rewrite?

Celu the Jack wrote:It was posted already do nope.

Celu the Jack wrote:Yeah...