Entry Seven

Of my adventures on Metru Nui, Mata Nui, and Voya Nui, I have already written, but let me make it clear — I knew from the beginning my actions might result in Mata Nui’s death. I planned for it… I anticipated it… one might even say that at one point I hoped for it. I did not need him dead, at least not at the start — but he had outlived his usefulness. He was like one of those prehistoric Rahi so loved by the Matoran, Mavrah — big and slow and unfit for survival in this modern universe. Taking his rule, even his life, would be to show mercy to all those who lived here. For too long, they had been directionless, lost without their Great Spirit — now they would have purpose again — and that purpose would be the greater glory of Makuta Teridax.

Still, I could plot and plan… I could try to anticipate every contingency… but in the end, I could not make this plan succeed. I had to rely on others. What is most amazing is that I had to rely on Toa! I had to trust in their nobility, their unwillingness to ever admit defeat, their ability to overcome every obstacle, and their long history of winning out, no matter the odds. I needed the Toa Mahri and the Toa Nuva to play their parts in this drama I had crafted… and if they did, it would be I who would finally bring down the curtain on the long reign of the Great Spirit.