User blog:MakutaGellin/Stories of a rogue Makuta, episode 1 (story)

I am Makuta Gellin. It has been centuries since the Teridax rebelled and forced Miserix out. I am one of the Makuta who allied with Miserix. I had fled the fortress on Destral, and taken refuge on one of the southern islands. When Gorast finally found me, I used my power over illusions to make it appear I was dead and Gorast took home a powerless version of my mask to hang on the wall of our fortress. I then fled the southern islands, knowing they would eventually figure out I was not dead and come looking for me. I left for the island Zakaz. When Spiriah showed up, I left so as not to be discovered. I realized that only one person could stop the Makuta. I hoped he was still alive. I set out to find Miserix. It was impossible for the Makuta to not have discovered him, so I hoped it had been one of the more sympathetic Makuta who had been told to kill him. someone like Krika. He would have just imprisoned him. as my boat left Zakaz to hunt for someone who I wasn't even sure was still living. I left for the southern island, figuring that if he was imprisoned he would be there. I landed on an island named Artidax. It was volcanic and a perfect place for him. I stumbled on him shortly after. He said,"Another Makuta. how unexpected. Did Teridax learn Krika didn't kill me."

"No," I answered. "I am one of Gellin, one of the Makuta who allied with you."

"Well you cannot free me. "These chains will kill me if their broken; but you can do something. Go to the island of Tren Krom. Ask him what to do."

I left for the Tren Krom island. I hoped I remembered where Mutran had said it was.

Shortly after I left Artidax, I met up with Makuta Tridax. I knew I would have to fight, but before I could do anything, he said, "I will let you live, Gellin, but you will not be able to interfere. I will make sure of that." Before I could respond, he pulled out a Kanohi Olmak, mask of dimensional gates, and I was suddenly in a vast dessert, stretching away as far as I could see. I saw a person who looked like a Matoran, and ran up to him. Upon closer inspection, I realized he was not a Matoran, but some other species. I asked him where we were, and he said the we were in the desert of Bara Magna.

I started walking away, towards a mountain range. I thought to myself, "I will find my way back to Miserix and Tren Krom, no matter what it takes me."