I stare down from the cliff side, focusing my vision on the tiny village below. Little miniature forms scuttle around through the thin, dirt streets. I can see shades of green, blue, black, red, white, and brown. Here on this island, the Matoran are not seperated as they are in the far-away northern islands I've heard stories about. We all stick together, one village, on people. Here on Una-Nui, we Matoran don't have the luxury of being selfish.

But then again, why should I say that? I am all the time.

There are so many talented individuals on this island. Take my friends, for example:

I see one red armored being below. That's Novan, a Ta-Matoran hot head. He's been there for me for a long time. We've been through Karzahni and back together. What's he good at? He's a leader, and an outstanding one at that. Give Novan a simple task and he'll go above and beyond with it.

I switch my gaze to the other side of the village. A little hut stands out from the rest; all decorated with little trinkets, weapon bits, Rahi bones, and a small trail of smoke from the inside, finding its way into the temperate wind of the island. Just as I wonder what's going on in there, a small Ko-Matoran comes running out of the door, hysteric and off the walls. And then the hut catches a small flame. Oh, Ari. Your constant tinkering and experiments never seem to go the way you plan, do they? But that's what you do-you...try to make things.

I have to laugh as the local Turaga comes hobbling over, yelling at poor Ari for his mishap. While I was intrigued, I had to stare off at the beach, at the farther end of the village. I see blue armored Ga-Matoran fishing, throwing nets and making boats. I search around for one specific individual, but...


...There she is.

"Ghar!" she says, slightly out of breath from the trek up the cliff side. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hey Liala," I say in reply. "The usual. Just, uh, getting my head clear. Why did you come up here?"

"Well, I didn't see you around. I mean, usually you're sitting around near the beach..."

You couldn't tell due to the black, dormant Kanohi Pakari on my face, but my I flushed at that notion, partly from embarrassment, partly from surprise. How could she see me? I thought.

"Mm, yea... um, just getting a change from the mundane, I guess."

"You know, you can't spend your whole life up here."

"Don't see a problem with it!"

"What do you mean? You can't be serious about this again, Ghar!"

And there she goes again. Liala's specialty: asking annoying questions to try and help people feel better. Thing is, it usually works. Usually. You can call me the "special patient", since I can never seem to get over my "problem".

Sighing, Liala presses me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Do you want to go through it again," she asks in that some what annoying, but also kind of appealing voice of hers.

I sigh. I know what's coming.

"Fine. It's just...everyone else has something about them that makes them unique. And me, well...everything I do just...turns into Muaka litter."

"Oh, you know that's not true, Ghar!" Liala tells me, "You know that you'll find something eventually!"

Somehow, I believed her as always. For a split second.

"I know, it's just, I don't want to do any old thing... I want to do something great. I don't know, something heroic, brave, cool!"

"That sounds like a complicated wish, Ghar."

"I know."

She got up from where we sat. A part of me was glad she was going so I could be alone again, but another part of me wished she would stay.

"I've got to get back to work, Ghar. Maybe you should come back to the village, too," she says.

"I'll be there in a minute," I lie. I'll be up here all day.

She starts the journey back down slowly. I try not to, but something makes me look back over my shoulder to see her. She's already gone. I stare again at the village, the sun dropping below the waters of the endless ocean surrounding Una-Nui. The words still ring in by ears: A complicated wish...

My name is Ghar. I am a Toa. For years I wanted to be something great, and now my complicated wish has come true. Thanks to some mysterious stones, my friends and I now possess powers beyond our wildest dreams. We are charged with protecting the island's Matoran from whatever threat that may come. This is our destiny.

It used to be a quiet day on the small island of Una-Nui. The breeze blew lightly by, the sun beamed down on the rocky surface, and waves crashed on the edge of the protodermis seas. That was, until a big Kikanalo stampede came by. I mean a massive one.

"It's not going to be easy," said Novan, Toa of Fire, our team's leader. "Not in the entire history of the island has a Kikanalo herd ever been stopped."

"Well, what do you suggest we do? Move the village?" questioned Liala, Toa of Water, and the team's resident warrior.

"What kind of idea is that? To do that, we would need an impossible amount of force, not to mention about a million thrusters to keep it up long enough. I recommend we divert the herd towards the mountain," rebutted Ari, Toa of Ice, an inventor and the brains of the operation.

"I don't think she meant it that literally, Ari," said I, Ghar, the Toa of Earth. What do I do? Well, I make things go boom and do all the heavy lifting.

"We're wasting time thinking about it. We need to act fast," said Novan. From the looks of his eyes beneath his crimson mask, I could tell what was about to happen. You see, Novan has these moments where he thinks very intently, and right now was one of them. Sure enough:

"Follow me!" he announced loudly, running off without a care down the cliff face we were on. "What's up with him?" asked Ari. "He's a got a plan," replied Liala, using her powers over water to surf a wave down to Novan. "And from the looks of it a good one," I said, and then proceeded to avalanche my way down using my powers over earth. "Wa? Wait FOR ME!" I could hear Ari fumble, and he began to clumsily use his ice powers to slide down the cliff.

By some mysterious instinct, we all fell into synch as we reached the bottom of the cliff, somehow sensing Novan's plan as if he had narrated it times over. I never quite knew how we did it, and it always seemed sort of reckless, but without speaking a word each of us knew what to do. I loaded my specially designed elemental bolt into my quakebow, courtesy of Ari, and aimed. A moment later, I pulled the trigger, launching a charged beam filled with my powers at a rocky spot on the ground near the village. A few seconds after, a chasm opened up in the ground, and Novan and Liala leaped into action. Using her aqua halberd to channel her elemental energy, Liala focused a jet stream of powered water onto the edge of the chasm, eroding away the edge of it to form a path way. Novan did the same, melting away sediment to widen Liala's track. Time was running out, however. Ari was creating ice walls to guide the Kikanalo towards the moat path, but they were charging through with immense power. "Guys, I can't really keep this up much longer!" he screamed down to the three of us.

"Just keep digging!" Novan yelled back to Liala. This one was going to be close. I could see groups of Matoran in the village, scrambling to get out of the way of impending destruction. Ari suddenly came crashing to where I stood, saying, "Get ready, here they come!" Summoning all my strength, I created a massive earth wall to protect the village from where the Kikanalo were charging in, and in response the lead beast swerved into the chasm. The stampede quickly caught up to Liala and Novan, but they continued to dig the path away from the village. "Almost there!" Liala said, the strain beginning to reach her. With a final grunt, Novan released a large fire burst down towards the mountain on the far side of the village, and the Kikanalo raced by them in a massive cloud of dust.

Moments later, Ari and I ran to the site where we last saw our friends. Using the lenses on his mask, Ari scanned the area that was shrouded in clouds of smoke and sand. "I found them," he said, running towards them. I followed, and then came upon the fire and water Toa. "Are you guys okay?" Ari questioned, but he was met with laughter from Novan and Liala.

"Well done, sister!" said Novan in a proud voice.

"Not too bad yourself, brother!" Liala answered.

"Holy Mata-Nui," exclaimed I, "I thought you guys got trampled or something!"

"A little dusty on the armor, but nothing broken!" replied Novan, in his usual joking manner.

"PRAISE THE TOA! ALL HAIL TO WARRIORS OF UNA-NUI!" were the cries that came from the Matoran of the village suddenly. "Well, what do you know, they're all thanking us for saving their lives," said Ari. "It's what we're here to do," said Novan. "We are Toa, and it is our destiny to protect our home."

There was no arguing with that. I looked out to the crowd of small beings in the distance. They were all cheering for us, and, maybe selfishly, for me. I was finally a part of something great. This had to be my destiny. As we all walked back to the village to see to the Matoran and the collateral damage around their homes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a black and white being walking slowly out of a hut. He carried a pointed staff and wore a white robe that had begun to brown from the dusty conditions on the island. Turaga Matao, our island's elder, stared with pondering orange eyes through his icy white and silver mask at me. Then, he slowly retreated like the waves back into his hut. I wondered why he hadn't come back out to aid the Matoran, but that thought was lost from my mind as my friends and I enjoyed the praise of the Matoran in the village.