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“My Kora story has moved!” The author yelled, waving one arm while balancing her ‘baby’ on the wrist of the other.

“You are very energetic for just waking up.” The deep voice of Onua commented.

Omicron turned around, her free hand hovering over the hognose snake protectively, “Not really, but I want this out there.”

The true giant of a Toa chuckled, he was leaning back on his elbows in a park. The only reason he was above ground was because it was about to poor down in a northwest storm. Thus it wasn’t too bright for the earth spirit. He didn’t mind helping the author out with this.

“So what are you doing to my young Kora siblings?” Onua asked, looking far too comfortable in the park grass that was in dire need of cutting.

“Nothing bad,” Omicron sniffed, paused and gave the Toa a sheepish look, “I think.”

Onua rolled his glowing blue on green eyes. He watched in bemusement as the human sat on his left forearm.

“Anyways,” Omicron continued, “My Kora story, or rather the whole saga is getting a complete over haul of a rewrite and some reconstruction.” She grinned back up at the giant she was sitting on, “I've finally gotten the real plot to this saga all sorted from star to end!” Omicron laughed and then coughed, holding her snake away from her and turning her head into her elbow waiting for the diaphragm spasm.

Onua half rolled over, keeping his left forearm still as he hovered his other large hand. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” The woman gasped, crossed her eyes before shaking her head to clear it, “I hate colds.” She grumbled.

“I could probably get you some of Turaga Whenua’s tea...” The Toa of earth started and smiled when the author vigorously shook her head.

“No, no, no!” Omicron winced, “I know better then that. Even if Tala and Telem will want to terrorize me with that...”

“I am sure Tahu and Kopaka would as well.” Onua said, and then tilted his head back more from reflex rather then anything, the human couldn’t reach that far to smacked his head. So his chest was smacked. Omicron yelped as she was picked up since the Toa sat up.

There was some scrambling and rearranging (mostly on Omicron’s part) before both were comfortable.

“I have the prologue for the new story up now,” The author said checking on her hognose and smiling like an indulgent mother.

“What is the time line for the story?” Onua asked, holding the woman like he would for a Matoran.

“The saga is going to take place after the Bohrok sagas but before the events of The Mask of Light saga.” Omicron said bracing her feet on the Tao’s armor on his forearm with her back to the spot that was the crock of his arm. “Things don't always start right on the bumper of the last thing that had just happened.”

“That is true,” the Toa nodded in agreement. “Are my brothers and I going to meet these Toa Hanu?”

“Oh yeah,” Omicron grinned up at the Guardian. “Okay, I better work on the first chapter as well as dinner now.”