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The Makuta fell around me like flies, struck violently by the lightning of the energy storm, and falling to dust to what will soon be a swamp never-more.

I too was struck, but my mind resists this damnation into oblivion.

Now as I, Phereo, makuta of the Recludin plateo, fall, disintigrating into nothing but fragments of my former self, I use the last of my waning powers to teleport myself out of this damnable core.

....

I don't know where I am, there is no noise other than the screams of my thousands of uncreated sons, no feeling other than the corroding pain climbing up my body as it crumbles away.

I'm at peace here... it's familier, yet unfamilier, I think my eyes went, or it is truely an abyss that I've found.

The pain ends, the screams cease, yet I feel not gone, but rather whole; Infact, more whole than I have ever felt in my many years after Teridax's betrayal of Miserix.

My eyes clear, a scene now, purple swirling clouds fly overhead, white flowers made of paper dot the landscape and a sweet warming smell.

I remember now, a memory I made out of a song, I escaped to it sometimes when I distress.

I am no longer alone, my body is joined in the peace by a towering creature, it was a hordika-like Makuta, grey and teal, flowing mane and tail of shock green, contrasting sharply against the purple clouds.

"Come Brother," it says in warm, female voice. "Our eternal life is ahead, let us depart to it."

"What happened?" I manage to inquire. To only be answered with "We, the master manipulators, have been nothing but pawns on the board, and have been played into our deaths." she said, mane flowing gently in the breeze. "Now come."

I watch as the creature, what was Tropico, Makuta of Juepateir-nui, stride across the fields of paper flowers, followed and surrounded by other makuta who died at similar times as I, then ascending into the sky on her massive wings. I rose and soon followed, walking upwards into the clouds as if striding upon a staircase.

There, in the sky I join my brothers and sisters as constallations, to sleep forever...

~Phereo's death, 1 hour B.E.

....Hey, I figured Makuta go SOMEWHERE when they die... D: besides it gives an interesting view on the moments after the Makuta died one-by-one

Inspired by "Imaginary" by Evanscence.

B.E. = Before the extraction/ejection of Mata-nui

Tropikuta, Phereo, Stock photo and art (C) me, ~Phico-Nihdiki
Makuta (C) Lego/GregF

Description
The Makuta fell around me like flies, struck violently by the lightning of the energy storm, and falling to dust to what will soon be a swamp never-more.

I too was struck, but my mind resists this damnation into oblivion.

Now as I, Phereo, makuta of the Recludin plateo, fall, disintigrating into nothing but fragments of my former self, I use the last of my waning powers to teleport myself out of this damnable core.

....

I don't know where I am, there is no noise other than the screams of my thousands of uncreated sons, no feeling other than the corroding pain climbing up my body as it crumbles away.

I'm at peace here... it's familier, yet unfamilier, I think my eyes went, or it is truely an abyss that I've found.

The pain ends, the screams cease, yet I feel not gone, but rather whole; Infact, more whole than I have ever felt in my many years after Teridax's betrayal of Miserix.

My eyes clear, a scene now, purple swirling clouds fly overhead, white flowers made of paper dot the landscape and a sweet warming smell.

I remember now, a memory I made out of a song, I escaped to it sometimes when I distress.

I am no longer alone, my body is joined in the peace by a towering creature, it was a hordika-like Makuta, grey and teal, flowing mane and tail of shock green, contrasting sharply against the purple clouds.

"Come Brother," it says in warm, female voice. "Our eternal life is ahead, let us depart to it."

"What happened?" I manage to inquire. To only be answered with "We, the master manipulators, have been nothing but pawns on the board, and have been played into our deaths." she said, mane flowing gently in the breeze. "Now come."

I watch as the creature, what was Tropico, Makuta of Juepateir-nui, stride across the fields of paper flowers, followed and surrounded by other makuta who died at similar times as I, then ascending into the sky on her massive wings. I rose and soon followed, walking upwards into the clouds as if striding upon a staircase.

There, in the sky I join my brothers and sisters as constallations, to sleep forever...

~Phereo's death, 1 hour B.E.

....Hey, I figured Makuta go SOMEWHERE when they die... D: besides it gives an interesting view on the moments after the Makuta died one-by-one

Inspired by "Imaginary" by Evanscence.

B.E. = Before the extraction/ejection of Mata-nui

Tropikuta, Phereo, Stock photo and art (C) me, ~Phico-Nihdiki
Makuta (C) Lego/GregF