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« on: March 28, 2008, 07:56:03 PM »
I know, the last chapter seemed kind of short, but that was only because it was one of very few parts of this story that I have not put much thought into. I have put more thought into this next chapter and I hope it's good enough.
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Chapter 11
Po-Koro, the Village of Stone
“How could it get this hot so quickly?” complained Cera. She wasn't the only one who felt the hot, arid climate. It was strange to walk into another area and quickly feel such a change. At least there was a rocky pathway in this ocean of sand so they wouldn't get lost.
“I'm thirsty,” said Chomper.
“Don't count on finding any water in Po-Koro,” said Takua. “If there's anything a Po-Matoran hates more than anything else, it's water.”
“Why do they hate water so much?” asked Ducky, who could hardly believe such a fact.
“Simple, they can't swim and they'll just sink like a stone.”
They continued down the pathway. They were now approaching a fork in the road, but at that crossroads they saw someone. As they got closer, they noticed that it was a Po-Matoran and a few large rocks. Eventually, they saw that there were three large rocks. One was a block of stone, another was a carved way-sign, and the third was being carved into something by the Po-Matoran.
This Po-Matoran had tan armor on his arms and torso, black armor on his feet and legs, and wore a black Ruru. Using the small pickax in his right hand, he carved away at the stone in front of him. He was so focused on carving that he didn't notice Takua and the others until they actually arrived at the fork in the road.
As they approached, he looked at them and said in a proud voice, “Ah, you must be the visitors. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hafu, Left Hand of Turaga Onewa and best stone-carver in all of Po-Koro.”
“Stone-carver? What's a stone-carver?” asked Littlefoot.
“Of course! How foolish of me to forget! You're unfamiliar with the art of stone-carving. Us stone-carvers use fine carving tools to cut and shape stone into beautiful works of art. I am currently carving the way-signs for this new pathway. I have finished one and I am now working on the second one. If you wish to see my best masterpiece, just walk down the Path of Prophecies that's just outside the gateway into Po-Koro. Which, by the way, is in that direction.” He pointed towards the path to their right and then resumed his stone-carving.
They thanked him and headed down that path. Once they were far enough away, Cera couldn't help but shake her head and say in a sarcastic tone, “And I thought my dad had too much pride for himself.”
They soon saw Po-Koro. From the outside, it looked like a large cliff-side that had a giant carving of a Matoran head with a gateway at the mouth of the carving. Just outside the gateway were six giant statues shaped like Matoran heads, three on each side of the path that led to the gateway. As they passed these statues, they were amazed at the sheer size of them and how lifelike they seemed to be.
They soon entered the village and saw how different it was from the outside. The huts were made of stone, most of them carved right from the cliffs that surrounded the village. The air was filled with the sounds of bartering and domestic creatures, sounds that were unfamiliar to the gang.
“What are all those Po-Matoran doing?” asked Littlefoot, gesturing towards the area that was the source of the sounds.
“They're bartering,” replied Takua. “That's what they do at the Bazaar there. When you barter, you have to give something in order to get anything there that you want, and the items that are traded have to be accepted by both you and the one you're trading with. You really need to know what you're doing when you barter.”
Such a concept seemed very complicated to them. Then again, it seemed like the kind of thing a grown-up would able to do, so they chose to ignore this for now. As they walked further into the village, they faintly heard different sounds. Sounds like shouting and cheering.
“What's that sound?” asked Ruby.
Takua listened to the faint sounds for a few seconds. He then replied, “Sounds like there's a Koli match today. Come on, the Koli field is this way.” Everyone followed Takua as he headed for another part of the village.
They soon arrived at what had to be the Koli field. Blocks of stone were arranged in such a way that they formed the outline of a large square on the ground. In place of each of the four corners was a large gap with two upright stone blocks on each side of it, as if to show that this was a goal. Surrounding the square-shaped field were stone seats that were packed full of cheering and shouting Po-Matoran. Whatever was going on here must have been some kind of popular game.
In front of each of the four goals was a Po-Matoran. These four Po-Matoran were kicking what looked like large rocks back and forth between each other. Occasionally, a rock would fly past one of the four Po-Matoran and through the goal behind them.
One Po-Matoran, however, seemed to be so good at this game that none of these rocks ever made it past him and into his goal. This Po-Matoran had tan armor on his arms and torso, dull orange armor on his feet and legs, and wore a dull orange Kakama. In this game he was playing, he always managed to kick away any rocks that came in his direction. The other three players were having a hard time trying to match this player's amazing skills.
Within the crowd of Po-Matoran was Turaga Onewa, who wore his tan Noble Komau and held his Stone Hammer staff. Currently, he was the referee of this Koli match. He soon stood up and called time by raising his staff. The four players immediately stopped kicking the rocks around. As Onewa approached the Po-Matoran with the Kakama, he said, “Another well-played game of Koli by all! Once again, the winner of today's match is Huki, the Koli champion!”
The crowd cheered as Huki, the Po-Matoran with the Kakama, held his arms high to accept the cheering. Onewa then noticed Takua with his dinosaur friends, who were wondering what was happening here. Onewa raised his staff to silence the crowd. Once all was silent, he said, “Return to your jobs, fellow Po-Matoran. The visitors have arrived, and I wish to speak with them.” Everyone did as they were told and began leaving the Koli field. Huki, however, stayed behind because he knew that the visitors had watched him playing out there and would likely have questions for him.
Once every Po-Matoran had left, Takua and his dinosaur friends approached Onewa and Huki. “Welcome to Po-Koro,” greeted Onewa. “I assume you have been watching the last few minutes of today's Koli match.”
“Koli? Is that what those Po-Matoran were playing?” asked Littlefoot.
“Yes it is,” replied Huki. “Koli is the most popular sport in all of Mata Nui, our island home. As you already know, I'm Huki, the Koli champion. I am also Right Hand of Turaga Onewa.”
Littlefoot thought that he and his friends could try playing Koli sometime, so he asked, “How do you play Koli?”
“The rules are simple, but it takes a lot of skill to be a good player at it. As you can see, we are currently standing in a Koli field, but all you need is four goals, one at each corner of a square. There are four players, one for each goal. To win, you have to kick Koli balls into any of the other three goals, while at the same time stopping the other players from kicking their Koli balls into your goal. The winner is the player who made the most goals by the end of a time limit.”
“That sounds like a fun game to play! It does, it does!” exclaimed Ducky.
“Me think it sound fun, too,” said Petrie.
“If you want to try it, then you'll need a few Koli balls,” said Takua. “I'd like to get you some, but I don't have anything that's worth trading for them at the Bazaar.”
Huki picked up a Koli ball that was on the ground nearby and said, “Don't worry, you can have this one.” He tossed it to Takua, who caught it. “If you need any more, I've got plenty in my hut.” Takua thanked Huki, who then left to return home.
Turaga Onewa turned his attention back to Takua's dinosaur friends and asked, “Are there any questions you like to ask me before you leave?”
“Just one thing, who is the Toa of this village?” asked Littlefoot.
“That would be Pohatu, the Toa of Stone. His great strength can fell even mountains. He wears the Great Kanohi Kakama, the Great Mask of Speed, which grants him speed greater than any creature known to exist.”
“Thank you, Turaga Onewa,” said Takua. “Now that we have seen everything in this village, we will now leave and go to the next village.” Onewa nodded in agreement as Takua and his friends headed for the gateway of the village.
They left the village, walked past the Path of Prophecies again, and arrived at the crossroads where Hafu was just finishing carving the way-sign. As soon they arrived, Hafu finished the last detail on the carving. He proudly held his pickax over his shoulder and said proudly, “Another Hafu original!”
Everyone took a moment to admire his work. This way-sign looked just like the other one. The middle was carved into what looked like the smooth stone used to represent the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. On either side of it was a block of stone that was adjacent to the path it was next to. Carved onto those blocks were Matoran letters that spelled out the names of the places that each path led to. The one on the left said “Ga-Koro,” and the one on the right said “Onu-Koro.”
“Not bad,” commented Petrie.
Hafu was proud to hear such good comments. He then said, “And now to begin carving the third and final way-sign.” He approached the uncarved block of stone and began carving.
Most of the gang began to head down the left path. This confused Takua, who then asked, “Where are you going? We already went to Ga-Koro.”
“I know,” replied Littlefoot. “But I think we need to stop for a while to get some lunch.” his friends agreed with him.
Takua decided to agree with them, so he said, “Alright, we'll take a break so you can get something to eat. After that, we'll head down the other path and go to Onu-Koro. Besides, I don't want to carry around this Koli ball all day.” Everyone agreed with him and continued heading down the path that would lead them to the lake beneath the thundering falls. They had now visited three villages, and now had three more left to visit.
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