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The Tale of the Rakas

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I have been writing a story featuring my old Bionicle characters from 2010/2011. It is mainly Ihlires story about how she went from this and became this.

If you're interested in fantasy/adventure stories with 3D illustrations, then this might be something for you.
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The Tale of the Rakas - Part 1

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Tale of the Rakas

Prologue

The sound of running echoed on between the rocks. A figure fled into an alcove only to find it was a dead end. He ran back seeing the two shadows that had been following him, he quickly ran in the opposite direction.

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There was a light at the end of the tunnel; the figure ran out of the cave into the light of day revealing a matoran. He was almost out of breath. The matoran started running towards the village but a dark figure was visible in the distance coming towards him on the path.
He went the other way, running up a barely visible trail up to the mountain. He ran through some bushes and then quickly came to a halt; a giant drop had revealed itself before his feet. Standing on the cliff he had no idea what to do, he turned around. Three dark figures emerged from the bushes. There was a scream, then silence.

Part 1
Banned

Ihlire was having a hard day. The chief of her village had once again given her a task that would take her a whole day to complete on her own. She was walking along a path in the jungle just outside her village carrying a large sack of rocks. It was her task to supply the burial grounds with ceremonial rocks to cover the dead.
She walked under the shadow of an overhanging cliff; she looked into the jungle to her right and noticed the shape of a matoran lying on the ground. She put down her sack and walked towards the body, the matoran was dead. Ihlire looked around and then up to the cliff, there was nothing there.
She picked up the body and started going back the way she came.

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When Ihlire arrived in the village there were many horrified looks. She kept on walking until she came to the chief's house. She put down the body in front of the door and left.
Ihlire went back to her sack of rocks still lying next to the path and continued on to deliver it to the burial master.

When she came back to the village later that day she was met by two guards, they grabbed her on either side and dragged her to the main square of the village.
The whole village was waiting including the chief and the master of the guard.

"Ihlire..." The master of the guard began.
"I know what this is about" Ihlire answered. "That matoran I found earlier today. Fifteen of us have disappeared so far, all found dead the next day and yet the chief is not willing to send for help. Why is that?"
"You are right off course Ihlire" The chief said. "This mystery needs to be cleared up. This is why I've started an investigation to deal with this problem."
"What good will that do?" Ihlire asked.
"We believe the demon attacking our people is one from our own village" The master of the guard said looking very harshly at Ihlire. "As it turns out, we were right. This horrible demon has walked among us for many years..."
"You know who it is? Ihlire asked surprised.
"Yes" The chief answered. "We have a witness. Come forth Gerrin and tell us all what you saw."

The matoran known as Gerrin stepped forward looking nervous.

"It was her" He said pointing at Ihlire. "I saw her push him down from the cliff"
Ihlire remained quiet.
"You committed this horrible act of murder and you shall be punished accordingly" The master of the guard said looking away from Ihlire and at the crowd gathered before them.
The villagers (mainly made up of matoran and Corae, the same race as Ihlire) started whispering to each other.

The guards escorted Ihlire, who had remained quiet since the announcement of her crime, to the village dungeon.
She was put in a cell. Ihlire was very unhappy with the situation but she was hardly surprised, it would have been easy for the master of the guard to have bribed Gerrin to tell a false story.
The next day Jiri, a friend, came to visit her in the dungeon.

"They are letting you go" Was the first thing she said. "The master of the guard announced just now that the witness has vanished and that no further evidence was found."
"It can hardly be as simple as that" Ihlire replied.
"No" Jiri answered. "The punishment for causing mistrust and spreading fear in the village is exile. You will be banished and cast out of the village on the condition you will never return. That's what the master of the guard said."
"So I can never come here again? But this is my home; I wouldn't even know what to do in the outside world." Ihlire looked frustrated.
"You are lucky you made it out of this mess alive, don't think you can get a better arrangement than this.

Shortly after the guards came to fetch her and she was taken to the chief's office. He was sitting on his stone chair looking at a chart.

"You are never to return here again, ever." He said. "Do you understand?"
"Yes"
"You may collect whatever things belong to you and then the guards will escort you out of the village."
"What about Jiri?" Ihlire asked.
"You are not allowed to speak to any of the villagers" The chief said. "You're getting a mild punishment for your crimes, if it were up to me I would have thrown you of that cliff along with the rest of the matorans."
"What do you mean?" Ihlire asked horrified.
"You figure it out on your own" The chief said as the guards pulled Ihlire back towards the door. "I have no time for this anymore." He whispered.

The master of the guard waited outside.

"Come and see me when you've collected your belongings, two of the guards will then escort you far away from the village." He said.

Ihlire walked towards her small house. Jiri was waiting inside.

"I'll walk with you for a short while" She said.
"Thank you, I appreciate that." Ihlire answered.

Ihlire looked at her bed, her table and the small altar in the back of the house, wondering if she would ever miss it. She picked up her tool looked around one last time and then stepped outside, Jiri followed.

"I was told to report to the guards when I was leaving but what's the point." Ihlire said. "Let's just go."

Ihlire and Jiri walked out of the village on the main road. They kept walking for a few hours until Jiri turned back. They said their good byes.

"Be careful in the village, don't trust the chief more than you have to." Ihlire warned.
"I will watch my back." Jiri said with a faint smile.

From now on Ihlire was traveling alone.
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Part 2
The Bounty Hunter

Ihlire didn't know much about the island apart from what she had heard from traders and travelers. The closest village was supposed to be a day's march if she stayed to the main road that went from the southern part of Raka to the northern part.
She was heading south.

After a couple of hours walking, she spotted a matoran was sitting at the side of the road next to a broken wagon. He was fiddling with some tools, accidentally dropping them now and then.

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"What's the matter?" Ihlire asked

The matoran looked up.

"Oh nothing I cannot fix." The matoran said sounding unsure.
"You obviously need a new wheel for your wagon" Ihlire pointed out.
"Why yes, I do. But you don't see any lying around here do you?"
"No need to get angry, if you like I can send someone back with a spare wheel when I reach the next village" Ihlire said while looking down the road.
"Well they won't have any in the village, but there is a cottage a little further along the road. They know me and will send someone back if you tell Juriin sent you."
"Very well, I will do that." Ihlire said.
"Good!" The matoran called Juriin said. "Just follow this road until you see a path that leads into the forest to your right, follow that path up for a short while and you'll find the cottage there. Ask for Arcour."

Ihlire continued along the road.
She found the path leading up the cottage and followed it up. Several trees were cut down next to the path suggesting someone recently worked here.
After a short while she saw the cottage. There were some tough looking Corae standing outside, she thought they might be forest workers.
They spotted Ihlire walking up to the house.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" One of them asked.
Ihlire walked up to him.
"I'm looking for Arcour. A matoran called Juriin sent me; he has some problems with his wagon."

The Corae who addressed Ihlire first looked at his mates.
"So, Juriin sent you to us?"
"Yes." Ihlire answered.
"Well lucky him, we were almost thinking we would have to sit here all day listening to Urcas talking about his Kolhii exploits."

The other three Corae picked up their tools and positioned themselves around Ihlire.

"If you will please follow us." He said.
"Who are you? Ihlire asked.
"Oh, Arcour is the name. Bandit and bounty hunter."
"I'm no use to you, bounty hunter."
"We shall see about that." Arcour said. "Put her inside."

They dragged her into the house putting her in the cellar and locking the door behind them.
Ihlire sat on the floor in the corner. She was very frustrated. How could she have fallen for such an obvious trap?
For hours no one showed up and she began to wonder if they were just going to let her starve to death in the cellar.

The next day she heard two of the bandits say Arcour was leaving them while dealing with some other business. They did not say what.

Living alone is said to be a pain, but lying in a cold cellar unable to move with three bandits outside the door was worse. Ihlire thought about this for a bit, then she started freeing her left hand. She was rubbing the rope against a protruding piece of stone in the wall.
When she finally had freed her hand, she scribbled something in the dirt.

"Living alone is said to be a pain, but lying in a cellar unable to move with three bandits outside the door is worse"

But now she had one hand free, she started untying the other, and then her feet. When she had completely freed herself she looked around at a possible exit. The door looked solid enough. She tried kicking it, it didn't move. Then she looked at the window, it was a small hole with some roots used as bars. It occurred to her this was not a very good cell. She started pulling at the roots until they came lose one by one. It was getting dark outside and she heard the bandits mumble to each other above her. She took the chance. She squeezed her thin body through the hole and pulled herself up underneath the second window above her. If she stayed crouched, they wouldn't be able to spot her, she started moving along the wall, slowly but quietly.
When she got out of sight of the window, she went around the back and found a small shed, inside it was her tool and some other simple weaponry. She took her tool but accidentally knocked down one of the axes, it fell to the ground with a slight thud. She stood absolutely still, listening to the slightest noise that might be made by three angry bandits slowly getting up to check out the noise. This didn't happen, instead one of them yawned really loudly inside the house.
Ihlire sighed and walked outside but with her tail she knocked down three other tools on the opposite wall, they fell down with three loud metallic clangs.
Ihlire ran.

Part 3 - Coming Soon
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