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Somewhere in the edge of the Pegasus Galaxy, there was a planet known as Bara Magna, it had two moons. One, covered in water, held islands, and a large mountain.
Our camera focuses in towards one of those islands, known as Mata Nui.
"And so the threads of fate spin once more. Light battles the Darkness, and heroes struggle to complete their destiny." A booming voice echoed, without a speaker.
The camera pushed through the underground maze of tunnels, before arriving in a large catacomb like chamber where a battle was transpiring.
"But the Darkness fights back. It always fights back."
Several Mobile Suits dodged eachother, maneuvoring in the cramped-for-their-size space, trying to take each other out without bringing the cavern down ontop of them.
Meanwhile, a teal colored Dilanza discarded her beam rifles and drew forth her scissor broadsword, lashing forwards to snap its sharpened blades at a creature of similar size, but was not a Mobile Suit.
She was large, blue and white, and vaguely dragonoid- her mouth had many gnashing teeth, and her green eyes blazed with anger as crimson and yellow streaks flared across her frame. Wings of glimmering, crystalline energy speared forth from her back.
"It is a never ending struggle, the battle between the dark and the light. For if you look away for even a moment, the darkness surges twice, thrice, and more with each blink of the eye."
Meanwhile, six colored heroes of red, white, blue, brown, black, and green armor fired off elemental energy blasts at a white armored mobile suit, corralling it backwards towards a sealed pit.
"You don't know what it is you're fighting for, do you, little heroes?"
A pair of twin girls thrust their arms forwards then, and spun eachother in a circle, completing a magical spell circle that they then thrust forwards towards the sealed pit, shattering the stone, and causing the white armored Mobile Suit to colapse into the container of silver energy underneath.
A blinding white light filled the room, obscuring everything from sight as the voice proudly intoned.
"I DO."
And then inside his little snow blind cave in Ko-Wahi, somewhere far above and many years before when that battle would happen, a young Ko-Matoran named Matoro awoke with a gasp. Though it was only thirteen years ago to the day that he had been given life, it had been but a mere five since the visions had started plaguing the boy.
"..." he breathed in and out for several long moments, letting the heat of his breath fog up the telescoping lenses of his pale-blue Akaku, the Mask of X-ray Vision. "I'm really starting to hate these visions," he muttered. "Why, Mata Nui, couldn't you give them to someone else? Maybe Turaga Vakama?"
Silence, save for the howling of wind outside of his cave, met Matoro as his answer. Accompanying the sound was the feeling of what felt like a stern gaze from the Great Spirit looking down on him and saying... Matoro wasn't sure what, but it felt like something poignant and probably very profound, but his brain was tired, and he didn't feel like putting the feeling to words.
"...Okay," he said quietly, in acceptance of that feeling, whatever it was. "...Okay."
They were just visions, after all. It wasn't like he was seeing his actual future unfold before him or anything.
"Everything is fine. Everything will be fine."
Spoiler alert, but everything would not be fine.