CHAPTER SEVEN
"I see that many things have happened since the Shattering," the Jungle Agori leader said once Gelu had finished recounting the events leading up to Spherus Magna's reunification. The two of them, along with Toa Chiara, Zaria, and Orde- the latter whom carried the unconscious Kabrua- were beginning to approach the Agori's village in Bota Magna.
"Indeed," Gelu said, sparing a few glances at the several Agori that surrounded them. "So, who is this 'someone' you want us to meet?"
"I know not his name. You, however, might."
They finally reached the village, which was populated by Agori in the same partly-organic armor as the others. A more elderly-looking one emerged from the crowd and walked up to the party.
"Welcome back, Kelos," he said to the leader. His sunken eyes glanced at Gelu and the others. "And who are... they?"
"Friends," Kelos told the elder. "And a captive," he added, nodding at Kabrua.
He turned to Orde and said, "You can give the Vorox to Draida. She and the others can keep an eye on him."
The Toa of Psionics carefully placed Kabrua down, being careful not to wake him, while a female Agori and five others lifted him up and carried him away.
Turning back to the elder, Kelos said, "They wish to speak with our 'guest.'"
The elder Agori raised an eyebrow. "Is that... wise?"
"You tell me."
The elder looked up at Gelu and the Toa before slowly nodding. "Very well. Follow me."
* * *
Toa Takanuva had decided that it was too risky to travel further into Bota Magna with the loud Thornatus, due to the presence of active creatures in the vast jungle, and thus he and the Chronicler's Company continued on foot.
As they moved cautiously through the dense jungle, Kopeke suddenly felt as if they were being watched. Creatures of all sizes scattered about and the Ko-Matoran could have sworn he heard breathing. Bringing out a tablet from his travel pouch, he started to write down his observations when he caught movement out his peripheral vision.
"Stop!" he hissed to the others.
They did so and Takanuva turned to look down at him. "What's wrong?"
"I saw something move," Kopeke replied, pointing to where he thought he had seen the object.
"Probably just a wild Rahi or something," Garan said.
Kopeke shook his head. "It looked big enough to be a Matoran. And I think it might have been staring at me."
"Let's investigate," Takanuva said. "It could be an Agori native to this region. Maybe he can help us."
As the seven Matoran fell behind the Toa of Light, Kopeke caught Macku glancing at him, no doubt taking notice of his contemplative look.
"What's wrong?" she finally asked.
Kopeke sighed. "The Agori of Bota Magna are said to be from the Jungle Tribe, right?"
"I suppose so. Seems like this would be their type of habitat."
"And Agori from the Jungle Tribe wear green armor, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I didn't catch much more than a glimpse of our probable Agori... but I don't think they were wearing green armor...."
* * *
He had been spotted.
The murderer of the powers that be cursed to himself. He had thought that he would have been able to perform his next act without any witnesses. He had since been proven wrong.
He returned his attention back to the contraption he had been about to set off. Perhaps if he waited until his unwelcome guests were within range, he could then set off the device and eliminate both them and his intended targets.
The murderer smiled. Yes, he thought, that would be quite the spectacle.
* * *
"Toa Lewa?"
The imprisoned Toa Nuva of Air looked up to see Orde and the others approach his crudely-made, yet effective cage the Agori had constructed for him. At first he seemed relieved upon seeing fellow Toa, but his eyes then narrowed when he noticed Gelu.
To the three Toa, he said, "Do I know you? Can't say I've met many Toa."
"We've never met," Zaria said, smiling. "But Miru Nuvas aren't exactly common around here."
Lewa grinned. "Well, as long as you're my ticket out of here, I'm as happy as an Ash Bear."
Gelu glanced at Orde. "Do you know what he's saying?"
The Toa of Psionics gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"
"I can't understand a word he's saying."
Orde traded concerned looks with Chiara and Zaria. Before either of them could say anything, Lewa spoke.
"Say, who's your friend? Kinda looks like a Toa of Ice, but without a mask. Any reason why he talks in gibberish?"
Orde sighed. "Okay. We have a problem."
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