This is another exploration for a story idea. If it gets sufficient attention, I might continue it (assuming I am creative enough to follow it through). It is Alerak's story, but more graphically detailed and more narrative/character driven (by graphic I don't mean violent, I just mean detail in general. #Dontgettriggered ) with all this in mind -- please enjoy, or else I won't keep writing this.


     In the beginning, it was just us. We Matoran, the most populous, and by right, the most important race created by the Great Beings to care for the Great Spirit. Come to think of it, there really are a lot of "great" people out there, isn't there? I would argue, actually, that they are not so great. The fact our existence is required is, reportedly, due to a terrible calamity caused by the so-called "great" beings. I know this because my creator was foolish enough to tell me. Though I suppose I should be grateful for the trust he placed upon my small shoulders -- he is forgetting the simple fact that he flat out told me that the only reason I exist is because of a terrible, and indeed, stupid mistake his colleagues had made. My species' purpose? Maintaining the massive machine we live inside of, who may as well be a god in his own right given that he can manipulate our very world at will -- except he doesn't, because he's a lazy idiot. You heard me right -- an idiot. Knowing all this, what is left? Don't think about it. Move on. Live. I have made this decision not for my own sanity -- but for my enjoyment. I refuse to allow my betters to get the better of me. I am Alerak! Prototype of the Ce-Matoran! The very first! Given potential unlike any other. The others among my kind? They were limited. Purposefully created differently by gods that fear me. This brings me a degree of comfort -- I know that there are beings far more powerful than me -- and they fear what I represent.

     I do loathe the Great Spirit. My existence is required solely to ensure his survival, and yet -- he haf the gall to bring beings into this world more powerful than we! I speak of course of the League of Six Kingdoms, the Skakdi, the Vortixx, but most loathsome of all: those dastardly, despicable, FREAKING MAKUTA!!! As if we were not enough, he just had to create others unlike us, and make them stronger than us so as to further subjugate us, and limit us even more! I am even told that we were not even originally intended to be self-aware! This, I am told, is the work of a rogue "great" being! But ignoring that, those loathsome, loathsome Makuta have committed a blatant crime against all Matoran kind -- the Rahi.

     I live in the Southern Chains -- a region of my world that many further north in the more 'civilized' regions of the Matoran Universe have not bothered to know about. Nevertheless, I live here, and I would say I am better off than those fools. Being so far south, our work is decidedly more technical, more subtle, and less important, and as a direct consequence: is less arduous. We lead good lives, simple lives, lives filled with camaraderie, lives that are thankfully mostly ignored by the brutish Skakdi and exploitive Vortixx. One day, however: I was strolling through the peaceful fields on the outskirts of my village. I had taken a break from my usual work, which if you must know -- I am a psychiatrist (what did you think a ce-Matoran would do this far south?), when I suddenly, my peaceful day had been interrupted by a most unpalatably threatening site: it was a beast I had never seen before. From the perspective a of a small, weak, powerless creature, it appeared to be, and by all rights was a monster. It had a gaping metal maw, razor sharp claws of literal steel. And, of all things, its main source of locomotion was via a single length of tank treads running across its underside. it was a mindless thing, and would have slain me on the spot by virtue of its vicious and unpredictable nature. That was of course until a tall being intervened, and warded off the beast with magically conjured flames. This was a Toa -- and I hate them. The only reason they exist is to fight off such beasts as the Rahi. And, as I mentioned earlier -- the Makuta created the Rahi. This is the state we now live in. We cower within our huts, never daring to exit the confines of our villages, and are powerless to do anything should a Rahi appear on our shores. And the only beings that can protect us? Toa. Our gods spite us! They create beings of uncontrolled and unnecessary power that harm us by virtue of their very existence! It is an outrage! A crippling flaw in this world! A joke played by the creators upon their own creations! Played upon me. Others may complacently worship their protectors, and fear those that do them harm -- but I know the truth. We are slaves to the machine. The lowest rung on a ladder taller than it needs to be. We hold in our hands the power to strip Mata Nui of the succor we provide him, and yet, we are distracted by the artificially created dangers of this universe, and by the institutions of governance that were created in the north to keep our Kanohi to the grindstones. I refuse to be held back though. I refuse to be inferior -- even though there are those who are by all rights superior. I will rise above them. I will rise above the Toa. I will lay low the Turaga. I will watch Xia burn. I will find out what makes the Rahi tick, and send them at each other's throats like the mindless animals they are!

Mata Nui. In the name of all the Matoran you've killed.

In the name of all of the Matoran you've enslaved.

In the name of the potential you've stripped of us.

I promise you this:

I will have Vengeance

But just before the end, I would have you know my name.

It is likely one of the last words I will allow you to hear.

It is Alerak