Chapter 3 - Becoming of Toa Polis
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Chapter 3 - Becoming of Toa Polis
Chapter 3 - Becoming of Toa Polis
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“I hate Toa Rahi, I just hate them” said Polis to himself. It had been like a day before when Toa Rahi Yotoma, once Toa of ice, now a bear/Toa thing smash all of his best work in his latest attack on Ic-Koro. Lucky before he could cause too much damage, Toa Iulo arrived and out smarted him, again. “Lucky Yotoma doesn't have too many brains, but to much strength” Polis yelled, looking at his smashed ice statues. All his best work was ruined; even his new task of making a statue of Toa Iulo was smashed to bits. “Well, I better clean this up” said Polis, sighing. It was like an hour before another Matoran appeared. “What do you want Vook” said Polis angrily. Vook was the most hated Matoran in the whole village. He was sly, cruel and selfish. Turaga Revoc kept him as his assistant so that the other Matoran wouldn't bash him. “Well Polis” said Vook in a sly tone, disgusted at the mess made by Yotoma, “The Turaga and Toa want to see you, probably about your mess habits” said Vook, laughing at the end. “After I've talked to them, I will knock that smile off your face” said Polis. Vook's smile changed to his normal disgusting frown. They walked through the village together. The other Matoran saw that Polis had left his statue yard and yelled out that they would go finish cleaning. “Another thing I can tell the Turaga, getting others to clean your mess” smirked Vook under his mask of translation. “Jerk” muttered Polis under his breath. They reached the Turaga's cave inside the mountain. They both walked in. There was Toa Iulo, sitting down and Turaga Revoc, looking out the widow out to the rest of the village. “Vook, out” said Revoc as soon as they came in. Vook looked shocked. He would of protested, by Iulo just happened to look at him. “As you say” said Vook angrily. When Vook was gone, Revoc started to talk. “Polis, we wont you to be the next Toa” said Revoc. “What, why?” said Polis, shocked. “Why, because Yotoma is getting stronger, and I am getting weaker, it was a good luck that I was able to out smart him” said Iulo. Revoc turned to a small wooden box and opened it. He pulled out a white stone and gave it to Polis. “I am honoured to do this” said Polis. “Now don't tell any one till it is time” said Iulo. Polis returned to him statue yard. His mate and co-worker Gorjin was there. “So, what was it about” said Gorjin. “Oh, it was about Iulo's statue, just saying I could have more time on it” said Polis. “Ok” said Gorjin. He was easy to lie to, but hated it when he found out. The rest of that day was spent doing as much of Iulo's statue as he could, but all Polis could think about was the Toa stone he had. But what happened that day could not prepare anyone for the next. All the Matoran were summoned to the temple that mourning. Last night, Yotoma challenged Iulo to a battle outside the village gates. Iulo fought bravely, but it was not enough. Iulo's mask of strength was aiding him, but Yotoma was the one to out smart someone that night. All that was left was his mask, frozen in a block of ice. Revoc put Iulo's mask into the beam of energy that was in all temples around the island. Then his told the Matoran about Polis becoming the next Toa. All the Matoran were shocked at first, then started congratulating Polis. All but Vook. He wanted to be a Toa, so he could finally deal with the other Ic-Matoran. Polis stood on the platform and changed into a Toa. His mask of speed began to glow and armour covered his chest and shoulders. To his side was a strange weapon. It looked like a hoop with spikes on it that could rotate. The hoop had three beams attached to it leading to a shield of some kind. The shield attached itself to Polis. “Strange, but a good weapon” said Polis. In the shadows, Vook was griming, he had just thought of a way to steal the Toa powers from Polis.
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“I hate Toa Rahi, I just hate them” said Polis to himself. It had been like a day before when Toa Rahi Yotoma, once Toa of ice, now a bear/Toa thing smash all of his best work in his latest attack on Ic-Koro. Lucky before he could cause too much damage, Toa Iulo arrived and out smarted him, again. “Lucky Yotoma doesn't have too many brains, but to much strength” Polis yelled, looking at his smashed ice statues. All his best work was ruined; even his new task of making a statue of Toa Iulo was smashed to bits. “Well, I better clean this up” said Polis, sighing. It was like an hour before another Matoran appeared. “What do you want Vook” said Polis angrily. Vook was the most hated Matoran in the whole village. He was sly, cruel and selfish. Turaga Revoc kept him as his assistant so that the other Matoran wouldn't bash him. “Well Polis” said Vook in a sly tone, disgusted at the mess made by Yotoma, “The Turaga and Toa want to see you, probably about your mess habits” said Vook, laughing at the end. “After I've talked to them, I will knock that smile off your face” said Polis. Vook's smile changed to his normal disgusting frown. They walked through the village together. The other Matoran saw that Polis had left his statue yard and yelled out that they would go finish cleaning. “Another thing I can tell the Turaga, getting others to clean your mess” smirked Vook under his mask of translation. “Jerk” muttered Polis under his breath. They reached the Turaga's cave inside the mountain. They both walked in. There was Toa Iulo, sitting down and Turaga Revoc, looking out the widow out to the rest of the village. “Vook, out” said Revoc as soon as they came in. Vook looked shocked. He would of protested, by Iulo just happened to look at him. “As you say” said Vook angrily. When Vook was gone, Revoc started to talk. “Polis, we wont you to be the next Toa” said Revoc. “What, why?” said Polis, shocked. “Why, because Yotoma is getting stronger, and I am getting weaker, it was a good luck that I was able to out smart him” said Iulo. Revoc turned to a small wooden box and opened it. He pulled out a white stone and gave it to Polis. “I am honoured to do this” said Polis. “Now don't tell any one till it is time” said Iulo. Polis returned to him statue yard. His mate and co-worker Gorjin was there. “So, what was it about” said Gorjin. “Oh, it was about Iulo's statue, just saying I could have more time on it” said Polis. “Ok” said Gorjin. He was easy to lie to, but hated it when he found out. The rest of that day was spent doing as much of Iulo's statue as he could, but all Polis could think about was the Toa stone he had. But what happened that day could not prepare anyone for the next. All the Matoran were summoned to the temple that mourning. Last night, Yotoma challenged Iulo to a battle outside the village gates. Iulo fought bravely, but it was not enough. Iulo's mask of strength was aiding him, but Yotoma was the one to out smart someone that night. All that was left was his mask, frozen in a block of ice. Revoc put Iulo's mask into the beam of energy that was in all temples around the island. Then his told the Matoran about Polis becoming the next Toa. All the Matoran were shocked at first, then started congratulating Polis. All but Vook. He wanted to be a Toa, so he could finally deal with the other Ic-Matoran. Polis stood on the platform and changed into a Toa. His mask of speed began to glow and armour covered his chest and shoulders. To his side was a strange weapon. It looked like a hoop with spikes on it that could rotate. The hoop had three beams attached to it leading to a shield of some kind. The shield attached itself to Polis. “Strange, but a good weapon” said Polis. In the shadows, Vook was griming, he had just thought of a way to steal the Toa powers from Polis.
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