Ten minutes earlier... The ship rocked to the side, water flowing in slowly. Vaho cried out in shock as bits and pieces of the ship broke off, and sooner than he had expected, the ship was uncontrollable. Outside of the ship, in the open waters, Ilora swam frantically away from the dark shadows that were the Requnie, large shark-like rahi. Lazare yelled at Vaho to duck, and as he did so, one of the rahi came through the ship, a look of rage in its eyes. But it wasn't able to attack, as the ship decided that it would be a good idea to explode. The shark rahi screeched in pain as bits of the scrap metal used to make the ship cut its body. Vaho and the others began to sink, and it was Unira, the Onu matoran, that fainted first. Vaho tried to swim towards his fallen comrade, but just as he neared Unira, a blinding light flashed, and as the lightstone exploded, the whole ocean lit up, giving Ilora a small glimpse of the hidden observatory she saught...
...
Where am I... Thought Vaho, trying to open his eyes. It was then that he hit the seafloor. Sinking into the soft sand slightly, Vaho's body came to rest, his mind drifting off into the unknown...
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Present Time Lazare touched down next to the unconscious body of Vaho. The Fe Matoran's body was partially covered in drift sand, but his body was easily removed from its resting place. Lazare grabbed Vaho, and as he kicked off the ground and into the ocean, his arms pumped the water behind him, moving the two matoran to the observatory, where they both collapsed, Vaho still unconscious, Lazare completely out of energy. But they were safe.
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Unira walked along the ground of the sunken Lor Koro. The small breathing apparatus he had found fit him perfectly, and as he walked towards the movement in the water ahead, he remembered just how he had been saved by the small breathing tool.
Unira hit a rock, and unlike the sand, the rock was hard. As he returned to consciousness, he cried out in pain, only to stop himself when he realized he was out of oxygen. Searching frantically, Unira ran from side to side, looking all over for something to help him breath. But it was useless; the matoran of Lor Koro had not used breathing apparatus, as the island had been above sea level at the time when the village was inhabitted.
Suddenly, a dull grey mask hit his side, and the Onu matoran turned to where the object had come from. But there was no one there. Then he understood. It was the work of the tide.
Using his last ounce of strength, Unira rushed in the direction of the tide, searching for the one object that would save his life. He only needed to go about fifty strides until he came across what he was looking for. And it was then that he realized that great beings really did exist...
