Prologue: Part 1
It was pitch black. The Toa of Fire had been trudging along this ascending tunnel for days, without any light, food, or water. Obviously, he was exhausted.
'The others are probably waiting for me above.'
His eyes were fixed in front of him, scanning for the first glimmer of daylight. 'Sometimes, I wish I had never created this stupid mask.' Vakama grouched, gripping his only piece of luggage.
Several Hours Later...
Vakama was half asleep when he hit a wall. He fell back hard, definitely awake. Getting up, he was confused. 'Why is there a wall in the middle of a tunnel?' He felt along the wall parallel to him and saw that the wall blocking his path wa just a curve in the tunnel.
Rounding the curve, he saw a far off white dot. "Light!" He shouted, breaking into a run.
When he got to the exit, he was instantly blinded. After several days of darkness, more darkness, and a little extra darkness, he was entirely unprepared for full blast sunlight. It took 10 minutes before he could begin to make out anything
When he could, he saw that he was on a ledge. 'One more step and I wouldn't be here to think about it.' He shuddered.
A few minutes later, his eyes had adjusted enough to allow him to look around. From his right was thick jungle. In front of him, he saw a barren rock-land with lava rivers. 'Possibly a good place for the Ta-Matoran to settle.' he mused.
To his left was a beach. "The airships!" He exclaimed. Vakama saw that the other Toa had already finished unloading the Matoran and were now in the process of dismantling the airships for spare parts. He shot a blast of fire just past them to get their attention. They turned, and he grinned at the surprised and excited looks on their faces. He activated the last of his jetpack fuel, and flew down to meet them, never happier to see those friendly masks.