Tahu, Gresh and Kiina, along with Karni the chronicler, left the lush green jungle that now covers Bara Magna and went into one of the few remaining deserts on the planet.
"So were are we going?" Tahu asked.
"Roxtus" Gresh replied. "With Makuta gone, Tuma and the Skrall are the only other ones I can think of who hate Mata Nui that much."
"What about that Agori traitor... Metus" Tahu asked.
"Well he might of stole it but if he did then the mask is long gone. That low-life could be anywhere on this planet."
"Or right here." Said a all to familiar voice. It was Metus still the snake that Mata Nui had transformed him into when he stopped his plan to destroy the Agori and Glatorian.
Kiina sprang into action. "Were is it! Were is the mask."
"I do not have it." Metus replied calmly even though he had Kiina's aqua trident dangerously close to his throat. "But I wouldn't waste your time in Roxtus. The Skrall will have no use for it any more."And with that Metus dispersed into the sands from which he came.
"What did he mean by we would be wasting our time in Roxtus." Gresh wondered.
"I don't know." Kiina said. "But he is obviously lying."
"Or is he." Tahu said. "I heard not fear in his words."
"Yeah." Kiina said. "He's good at that."
"But what would Metus want with the mask of life." Gresh said.
"If he has it." Kiina reminded Gresh.
"I don't know." Tahu said. "But I don't like it."
"Well lets just continue on to Roxtus." Kiina said. "If we trust our instincts then we will find the Mask and its thief."
To Be Continued...
2 comments:
I like the story so far but(not being critical) Tuma no longer gets support from his former tribe.
Thanks for telling me that. Ill adapt my story so that Tuma is more of a outcast and only about ten Skrall remain loyal to their previous leader.
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