#shadow takanuva

“I still can’t get over the fact that Makuta is dead in this universe,” the most “normal” looking Takanuva said over the campfire. “In mine, the way Turaga talked, he must have been a real demon.”

“You haven’t even seen “evil,” kid,” the scarfaced Takanuva said back. “In mine, it took thirteen Toa and two Turaga to even weaken him. Your “Turaga” when they still were Toa, Toa Mata and I, as well as Turaga Dume and Lhikan. In the end, we lost five heroes. And I lost my eye.”

“The Turaga, obviously,” Takanuva presumed, to which the scarface nodded. “Who were the other three?”

“Lewa, Nokama and Onewa,” scarface recalled, with slight sadness to his voice. “And that’s just the lives. Everyone of us lost something; I lost an eye, like I said, Vakama lost his will to go on, the Mata lost their song-bird and Nuju lost his arm. Matau blamed himself for Nokama’s death, and had it not been for Whenua, he would have ran after Makuta himself.” Despite being drained of his light and feeling little to no sympathy to them, the scarfaced Toa still held those memories - and his friends - close to his heart.

Takanuva pondered. He began to see a strange pattern.

“Why is it that Lewa always dies or gets hurt?” He asked. The scarred Toa raised an eyebrow.

“You too?” He asked. Takanuva nodded.

“He was there when Tridax kidnapped me. Last thing I remember was the Makuta destroying his mask with one of his powers. For all I know he’s dead. Or worse.”

“What color was the attack?” Takanuva went quiet for a minute.

“It was brown,” Takanuva recalled. “That’s fragmentation, right?” Scarface nodded.

“If he’s lucky, he only lost the mask and bits of his face.” Takanuva sighed.

“Still, I heard from the others about how Lewa always got in some sort of trouble. One said he was infected, another mentioned mind control, a handful mentioned him getting killed or horribly injured-”

“And losing his powers? That happened in mine.” Takanuva nodded.

“And losing his powers,” he repeated. “I don’t know why, but it feels like he has this... aura of bad luck on him. Poor sod.” The scarface scratched his chin.

“Now that I remember, I think I remember some other Toa of Air going through some... unfortunate things,” He said, remembering the rogue Toa with a Faxon and a sea sled, and the other one who became a Dark Hunter.

Both were interrupted by frantic screaming coming from the woods. The third Takanuva, an amputee, stumbled across the bush flat on his face, dropping his tool.

“Was that the weirdly armored guy?” Takanuva asked his clone, who was too busy trying to stand up to answer. He grabbed him by the sleeve of his cloak and dragged him.

“We have to leave,” the amputee whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “We have to leave now.”

The screams became more and more frantic, eventually devolving into crying and begging.

“What’s going on?” scarface whispered, the three moving as quickly as they could. Before the amputee could answer, there was a deafening blast of energy. The begging stopped.

“We have to go,” the amputee began to panic. “It can see us, we have to go.”

Loud, mechanical footsteps approached them, at disturbingly quick speed. The three could see six red eyes in the darkness.

Humanoid, large. Larger than a Makuta or a Bruiser, and wider than most Rahi.

And it was sprinting at them.

“RUN!”