We are Toa. It felt strange saying these words in my mind. Just a minute ago, Shagatiku and I were simple Matoran on the unprotected land called Tegen Nui. We were trailing a strange Rahi that was terrorizing the villages. We lost our way and bumped into a seemingly abandoned Toa Suva. I was intrigued by it, and I stuck my hand into one of the six holes in it. What happened next I am not certain. In the moment afterwards, we stared at each other. Shagatiku was clad in purple and brown, being a Toa of Lightning, and she bore a good-sized single-sided axe. I had red and black armor, being a Toa of Fire, and I bore a Staff with a scythe-like end. Although I was a skilled mask maker when I was a Matoran, I did not recognize the ones Shagatiku and I bore.