User blog:Keplers/Inevitable

This story is about a story after the Toa Zya fail a mission terribly, but nobody ever finds out. The monster escapes, and the Matoran village creates a stockade and prepares itself. But one, Volsci, has the gift of foresight. . . And his prophecies show everyone dying

''Perhaps our saviors lied

''And the evil below never died

''Because it is slowly coming alive

''And nobody will survive

[Yeah, I decided to write this whole story for some cheap verse that appeared in my head out of nowhere ]

A short story of the return of a vicious monster thought to be destroyed many, many years ago by a joint force of top Makuta warriors and the Toa Zya. . . And the Matoran who suffered when they just said it was gone, and not simply sleeping.

Volsci peered over the stockade. He could tell it was coming closer, due to the flattened buildings nearby. And those Toa said that it was gone. Volvox. The tall, evil, tentacled monster with two emotionless, red eyes, gelatinous, blue-green hide, clawed feet and hooked blades opened its maw and gave out a spine-tingling cry. Volsci ducked behind the stockade and glanced at Daedal, still making some type of weapon. Volsci wished he knew what went on in Daeldal's head. Certainly he was a brilliant genius, but the Onu-Matoran didn't seem to realize that this massive thing was going to be here soon to destroy them all. Instead, Daedal went on, building his device. He loaded it with something that he said contained lightning in a bottle. [Electric gun w/battery] Daedal truly was crazy. [Name from Daedalus] Volsci's eyes darted around the stockaded village again, taking in everything: the Ga-Matoran working on the wood with some Le-Matoran, sharpening some stakes to a lethal point; several Ta-Matoran going through a patrol around the walkway built onto the stockade; some Ko-Matoran we working metal and building swords with a few Onu-Matoran. . . Volsci bowed his head and shook it. Soon, despite their best efforts and all their work, they would all die. And there was nothing Volsci could do. He averted his eyes from the work, trying to forget everything that was going to happen. It was difficult, having the power. He would receive visions, not of his own volition, but seemingly at random, of different events happening. He would not know exactly when it would happen or where, his only clues being the lighting and the scenery.