Darkthought Hill

Three Toa come across this hill. 

"Eerie morbid place?" remarks Tholot, "Sounds like the kind of place Krunad would visit."

Vuulta casts him a glare, but says nothing. The continue on up the hill, casting sideways glances at each snowman they passed. None of them wanted to be the first to admit that they were not sure these things were quite what they seemed to be.

"Krunad!" Shouts Vuulta, "Are you here!?"

No response.

It was a long shot anyway. They lost his trail days ago. They had little chance of finding him again.

I suppose we keep looking. That's all we can do.

"Mata Nui, Krunad," exclaims Vuulta, "We thought you abandoned us."

She tries to turn to face him, but The Toa of Gravity strengthens his hold on her arms. He peers down into her eyes, smile vanishing from his face.

"I did."

Vuulta looks up at her counterpart, "What  do you mean? You're here now, aren't you." Vuulta suddenly wonders if this eerie place was playing tricks on her. But the thought vanishes; Krunad's tightening grip was all too real.

"Not by choice." spits Krunad, "I'm here because I was asked to be."

Vuulta looks away and bites her lib before responding, "Here I thought you actually cared about us. About me."

Krunad sneers, "Care? Why would I care? What reason, should I have to care!" the Toa's voice grows louder, and his grip tighter. Vuulta's armour begins to bend under the pressure.

"Krunad--"

"No! Do not try to console me!" speaks Krunad. His voice never raising in volume, yet to Vuulta it seems as if he was screaming at her. "What's more, what reason do you have to care!?"

"Because...because you're my brother, Krunad!" The Toa of Lightning cries out, on the verge of breaking down, "And what's more, is that you are my friend! Or used to be! You know, I'm not sure anymore, I'm not sure who you are..."

Vuulta's arms begin to flare with pain as the Toa of Gravity retorts, "I am, and have always been, Krunad! I am the same miserable Krunad that you tore free from that Makuta's experiments! I am this way, because you saved me! Everything I am today is because of what you did! YOU MADE ME!"

Tears began to form in the Toa of Lightning's eyes. They rolled from the eyeholes in her mask, along its contours, to rest on its bottom edge. The Night was too cold for them to go any further before freezing.

Whether from the physical pain, or the emotional, the Toa of Lightning began to sob.

That was too far for Krunad. Something, some shred of light left in his darkness told him that this delicate creature did not deserve this. He released her, and Vuulta fell to her knees in the snow. Krunad was emotionless looking down at her. Behind his Shelek, however, guilt filled him. He hated himself. Oh, so much hate. But she wasn't to blame, she never had been. 

That fell on Kolokvar.

Krunad says coldly, "I talked to her. I hurt her. That seems to be the way things go with me."

As he sets Vuulta down, she wakes and stands silently.

"We need to go," Says Krunad. "Terakha has an assignment for us. New Artakha. We need their support in the coming days."

"Where's Terakha?" asks Aukum.

"Going to Xia. We have no time to delay. Tholot, can you get us there?"

The Toa of Ice nods, and shoots the three of his comrades with Teleportation Rhotuka, and activates his Kualsi.

Anrobroid comes to the hill and waits. 

He bows to the ground and then answers. "I humble request the honor to run your company, Powers-R-Us. Although I am sure that if you had the time if would be greatly profitable, but you have far more important things than running a business. Allow me to borrow its reins and it shall become successful." 

"Thank you lord Makuta." He gets back up and heads off on his way. 

A silver robot sets up a transceiver/receiver here.

The battle between Excidia and Chronoka emerges here.

"You would shatter the cosmos in your needless path for vengeance!" Chronoka raises his clock, slamming it down on the ground.

"Let the world burn, then!" Excidia snarls, her scythe cutting through the air and shattering the clock.

"I believe, that is my line, sister." The snow begins to melt, then it is vaporized by the new being's presence. "You have garnered the attention of many, in your exploits. Obitus is still in hiding, Inanis is in a coma. Tiamat wakes, my dear sister. Anae is furious at what you have done to the Loom. Gaea herself will arrive shortly to impose judgement upon this world." The being has scarlet armor, with a draconian appearance.

"Coma? Do I look like I am in a coma, to you?" A soft voice purrs, as a woman, dressed in black, purple and white emerges. The cosmic designs, reminiscent of the starry night sky, suddenly explode, consumed by a malestrom of purple and black, with a white dot in the center. Bony arms, hundreds of them, claw out of her back, her eyes like typhoons, a maelstrom of destruction within the pupil, a torrent of pain and agony in the iris.

"Inanis.. You wake?! The Loom did not foresee this, this was not planned! I did not ordain this to be!" Chronoka responds, dread creeping into his tone. The only things that could defy the Loom.. The only things powerful enough to defy the Will of Anae... The only things that could escape the very Sight of Chronoka...

The sky begins to thunder and rumble. The ground continues to fragment and shatter.

Pop the pods go boom.