User blog:Mata Nui/I'm back with a new idea..

Prologue

The Makuta look down at the Turaga in front of him. He could clearly see the fear in the Turanga’s eyes.

“I don’t think you really understood my question: How come that sneaky idiot was found in my fortress yesterday?”

The Turaga remained silent.

“I though you sent him to Karzahni last week. Then, how could he possibly be here again? Or, maybe you didn’t really send him there? You lied to me? I demand an answer!”

“No! I swear, I sent him to Karzahni, I really did! I have no idea of how he managed to get back! Please, don’t kill me, my Matoran needs me!”

“As you obviously couldn’t handle him, I guess I’ll have to do it myself…?” The Makuta turned away from the Turaga. Soon after, a Rahkshi arrived, and escorted the Turaga out of the fortress.

A few minutes later, two Rahkshi entered the room. Between them walked a blue and black Matoran. The Matoran wore a black Pakari. He was a Za-Matoran, a Matoran of Fear. Being a Za-Matoran, he could easily control his fear, allowing him to think clear in a situation like this.

Just as the Rahkshi turned away, he reached for his backpack. The Makuta smiled, though only until the Matoran seemed to turn into thin air. Worst of all, he could not sense any fear at all in the room, except his own. Never before, had a room been so empty of fear, that he could sense his own. The Rahkshi sense it, and they were immediately on guard. The Za-Matoran, however, was already long away…

Notes:

 * For those who didn't figure it out: Yeah, this is fanon.
 * The Makuta is not Teridax. I just couldn't come up with a name for him.
 * This is the beginning of a long story which I will be writing.