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"Go to Halifax, Mata Nui."

Mata Nui stared at what remained of his brother. It was not the curses whispered from his brother's form like a paralyzing death rattle that bothered him so much as the rust that corroded his limbs. Once sleek and black, they squeaked with every movement that he made, as if every step he took caused him agony. He could see through the tarnished gold of his brother's Hau, that a milky film covered his already dark eyes and cast them into empty sockets of shadow.

How could Makuta have fallen so far, and so fast? Mata Nui never had an analytical mind. He had only his heart, his love and selfless devotion for his people. He had never seen evil in his life, and now that he was seeing it for the first time, he could not recognize it. His pure heart was powerless against the negative energy seeping from his brother. Falling to his knees, snowy arms glinting underneath the moonlight in supplication, Mata Nui fought in the only way he knew how.

A soft, white light began to form around him as he bowed his head. Using all the strength of his heart, he attempted to purge his brother's soul from the evil curses plaguing it. Curses sent upon him by the islanders who did not understand the Brother of Darkness, and his role. For a moment, Mata Nui thought he had cured his brother, but Makuta's voice proved that whatever Mata Nui was doing, was NOT working at all.

Makuta raised his golden staff, "You are a fool, Mata Nui, and weak. Why did I not see that before? But enough talk. I am tired of waiting, and now you will sleep. Sleep forever a martyr, and forever loved by the islanders of Mata Nui."

Mata Nui looked up, holding his own staff as tears trickled down to the soft grass beneath them, and attempted to say something, but fell short. "I lo-"

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"Go to Halifax, Mata Nui."

Mata Nui stared at what remained of his brother. It was not the curses whispered from his brother's form like a paralyzing death rattle that bothered him so much as the rust that corroded his limbs. Once sleek and black, they squeaked with every movement that he made, as if every step he took caused him agony. He could see through the tarnished gold of his brother's Hau, that a milky film covered his already dark eyes and cast them into empty sockets of shadow.

How could Makuta have fallen so far, and so fast? Mata Nui never had an analytical mind. He had only his heart, his love and selfless devotion for his people. He had never seen evil in his life, and now that he was seeing it for the first time, he could not recognize it. His pure heart was powerless against the negative energy seeping from his brother. Falling to his knees, snowy arms glinting underneath the moonlight in supplication, Mata Nui fought in the only way he knew how.

A soft, white light began to form around him as he bowed his head. Using all the strength of his heart, he attempted to purge his brother's soul from the evil curses plaguing it. Curses sent upon him by the islanders who did not understand the Brother of Darkness, and his role. For a moment, Mata Nui thought he had cured his brother, but Makuta's voice proved that whatever Mata Nui was doing, was NOT working at all.

Makuta raised his golden staff, "You are a fool, Mata Nui, and weak. Why did I not see that before? But enough talk. I am tired of waiting, and now you will sleep. Sleep forever a martyr, and forever loved by the islanders of Mata Nui."

Mata Nui looked up, holding his own staff as tears trickled down to the soft grass beneath them, and attempted to say something, but fell short. "I lo-"