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| - Volcanus, Bara Magna; 13 years after the creation of the matoran universe. Ceirallen was running. Ice-pick in hand, a rare gem in the other, Ceirallen ran for his life towards Volcanus. A horde of Bone Hunters mounting gleaming metallic Skirmix beasts charged after him. If only Ceirallen could make it to the village, the Hunters would leave him alone.... "Hello stranger," the Glatorian stated in a masculine, inquisitive voice. "I see you've made some friends there.....?" "Ceirallen," Ceirallen responded, flashing his wrist blade.
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| - Volcanus, Bara Magna; 13 years after the creation of the matoran universe. Ceirallen was running. Ice-pick in hand, a rare gem in the other, Ceirallen ran for his life towards Volcanus. A horde of Bone Hunters mounting gleaming metallic Skirmix beasts charged after him. If only Ceirallen could make it to the village, the Hunters would leave him alone.... A straggly branch slaps Ceirallen in the face. Still running, he sends a pool of energized protodermis in front of the hunters. Started, the Hunters' mounts slide, all the while screaming at the acid now burning their feat. It was Ceirallen's little secret, that he had power over energized protodermis, but as he currently had no food and a stolen gem to cash in at Volcanus, Ceirallen thought it was safe at the time to reveal his powers. Ceirallen glanced behind him to see all three Bone Hunters now unconscious on the ground, with three golden thornaxs lying in the sand near them. Stopping, Ceirallen's eyes scaled the shrill cliffs for whoever aprehended his adversaries. Mere moments later, a husky red Glatorian and two mismatched Agori landed mere yards in front of him. "Hello stranger," the Glatorian stated in a masculine, inquisitive voice. "I see you've made some friends there.....?" "Ceirallen," Ceirallen responded, flashing his wrist blade. "Ceirallen," the Glatorian repeated. "Haven't met you before. My name's Gerot. This is Arvix and Kitrex. Are you going to tell me what you were doing in Volcanus?" "I was just here to," Ceirallen lifted up his gem, "make a deposit." "You probably won't find much for that," Gerot said, turning around in the direction of the city. "But you'll find enough. Of course you might get more for your silver liquid." "Silver liquid-- ," Ceirallen repeated, realizing that this Gerot knew his secret. In a split second, a million plans flashed through Ceirallen's mind, all of them ending in Gerot, Arvix, and Kitrex's deaths. Smiling, Gerot turned around, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us. It's not like we could profit off of that knowledge anyway."
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