An old project I once did for Mythology class last semistor.
About this creation
LOG 1: DATE: 100 years post-Shattering (97,900 B.C.)
It has been over a hundred years since the destruction of our home world, Spherus
Magna and the departure of the other Great Beings. While many
of the inhabitants survived the horror, many died in the war before it. I(Xeal), Entilfe, and some others have set up a laboratory on an uncharted island on a Planet We've dubbed “Onu”. We’re currently studying and reaching the creatures and substances here.
At last, our first subject is awake and functioning. Using organic tissue
we gathered from the local plant-life, we’ve managed to create an
intellect, sentient lifeform. We dubbed it “Garsunn”, an Agori word
meaning “Seedling”. We’ve already created some Matoran
inhabitants for this island.
LOGS 66-254: (AUTHEORIZED PERSONAL ONLY!)
LOG: DATE: 97,974 post-Shattering (26 B.C.)
Things just got a little more inserting. One of our Ga-Matoran (Sehie, I believe her was,) found an unconscious human female washed on the south-west shore. From what
Entilfe observed, she was a teenager, mostly around 17-years-old. She had severe
wounds all over her body, mostly escaped from yet another war. Truly, this was an
opportunity for us. We wanted to create a Toa to guard this island during our absense, but
we just didn’t have the materials. But What if we were to make a crossbreed? What if
the Toa was a hybrid?
We went to work and began repairing the girl’s body, and then
we added the mechanical implants to her. We’ve created our very first human/Toa
hybrid. When she awoke, she told us of her former life (see file 360), calling her self “Sal”. I must say, it’s most… disturbing. She will safe here now, serving as this island’s protector. The first of the Toa Crhybre, Human/Toa crossbreeds.
LOGS 254-363: (AUTHEORIZED PERSONAL ONLY!)
LOG 364: 99,000 Post-Shattering (1000 A.D.)
No…. this can be…. He’s… I can’t say it.
While we were mapping the main island of Japan, a hooded being struck six villages all
at once. The strange thing was…. There were no ruins, No bodies, no building, no wind,
no land… NOTHING. It was as if they were erased from their very existence. When we
caught to the figure, we knew who it was. It was impossible for us to believe, but we
recognized this being. A fallen creation of ours) that disappeared during The Core War.
We thought he and the rest of his squad were destroyed, but… It would seem that he
(or ‘it’ rather) be came something worse. The battle lasted for days, and yet we
couldn’t harm him. In fact, all of our attack’s phased right through him. The battle
ended with neither side victorious.
Then came the horror.
A human child appeared out of a cavern near the field. Our failed creation noticed him and fired a blast of enery toward him. But the laser didn’t hit its target…. It hit Entilfe instead. My brother sacrificed himself to save a human child. When I turned to face my opponent, it was already gone. I took he boy with back home, as a way to remember my brother. I left the boy under Toa Wacori’s wing, then left to explore the rest of this world. I will be bringing this terminal with me on my journeys.
LOGS 365-965: (AUTHEORIZED PERSONAL ONLY!)
LOG 966: 99,995 (1995 A.D.)
I’ve just stopped here in the USA, and I don’t plan on staying for long. There had been
strange assassinations across the world, and it’s setting the human leaders on the edge.
Whomever behind is unknown, but they certain did a number on these humans. And
speaking of them, I’ve just made another Human/Matoran hybrid. The difference,
however, is that this one is an infant.
It was hard getting the implants in, but I managed to do that. I’ve also used his (yes, it’s a male) skin as a covering for mechanical parts. If the humans were to see those, they would likely kill the poor child. That’s why I used a materiel that can’t be seen by X-rays. In other words, this child is just a modified human.
But I don’t want him to live on my island, Refuno-Nui. No, I wanted him to live as a human. I left him at an orphanage at an island called "The Windward Isles". He should be safe there. If he, however, were to be in danger of death, then I will bring him back to the island (which I’m hoping won’t happen). Before I left him, I gave him his own identity: Cirh Pras. This could be my last log in a long time...