Please Wake Up

Please Wake Up

Nuju sighed, one hand lightly resting on his staff and the other tightly holding a light stone as he walked over the walls and looked over the many carvings over the wall. He then came to a small room and paused before steering himself to go inside.

Inside the room was a small rounded pod and within a small Matoran, white and blue in colour with a mask very similar to how his had once been when He

One of the few Matoran who couldn’t be awakened when they came to this little island paradise.

Nuju lightly placed the light stone down and gently ran his hand over the pod, it was still warm meaning that the Matoran inside was still alive and very healthy.

They just didn’t seem able to wake up…

Matau had come up with the theory that the Matoran who were inside were still in a state of fear having not realized they were safe yet and that all they could do was wait for them to wake up on their own.

It made Nuju unhappy to think that this Matoran was still so scared, even with so much happiness around them.

And so here we was, every night he came down here and sat with the Matoran speaking with them, telling them of this new island home and the beauty was here and in that way, he felt a little better.

He looked up after a time and saw the moon hanging in the sky over head, smiling lightly. “I can tell time by the moon, I can tell time by the sun… But no matter how I mark these hours, light or dark. I tell you you’re time’s just begun…” He sang softly putting one hand over the small glass window of the pod. “It is morning in your life, Day is breaking, oh so bright, you’ve barely made a start, just one beat of a heart, don’t sleep away the morning light…”

All through the village of Ko-Koro, Matoran paused in their work, looking up and around to try and find who was singing. None of them had hear such a wonderful and soft voice singing…

“Please wake up, please wake up… Leave dark dreams behind… Please wake up, its your morning, golden days to find…” Nuju pleaded softly as he lightly pressed his head against the glass, looking in as the little Matoran slept on.

“Once I had a morning too… I was young once, just like you…” He said then smiled lightly as the Matoran seemed to respond to him. “It’s evening in my life, all I have in the night… But it’s still early morning for you… For you…”

The Matoran inside the pod seemed to uncurl somewhat, into a more relaxed and near waking state.

Nuju smiled.