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"Is it to your liking, Turaga?"

Onewa rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "Yes, this will do nicely. Stellar work, Hafu."

The Master Stone Carver gave the Elder a hearty salute. "Only a Hafu original-the very best-for my Turaga!"

The Elder of Po-Koro glanced at the young Matoran, who proceeded to wrap the small totem in cloth.

"Careful, young one. Humility is key," the Turaga of Stone chided. "There was once a time where the works of Carvers rose to meet the Heavens! You would do well to learn from them."

Hafu bowed his head, sheepishly. "Forgive me, Turaga Onewa," he said. "I will try to remember."

The Stone-Elder placed a hand on the wrapped totem. He was so proud of Hafu that he could burst, but Onewa had to keep his emotions in check.

"You are an exceptional Stonemason, Hafu. And with time, your skill will increase. But remember that Carvers like us do not dictate beauty; we create, then create some more. That which is beautiful will find its way to those who behold our work."

Hafu nodded, then slowly asked, "May I speak freely, Turaga?"

"Go on."

"Do you not miss them?" Hafu bravely ventured. "Your carving days?"

The Elder of Po-Koro had heard this question before, and with a smile, answered simply.

"I do. A lot. But I must say, I've come to enjoy being a Turaga."

It must be imagined that Hafu was rather perplexed at this remark, but the worthy Stonemason simply shrugged it off and laughed with Onewa. The job was done.

Several days later, Onewa went alone to the Amaja-Nui. He saw that the Makuta Stone was already in place; likely brought in by Vakama sometime before.

He looked at the setup once over. The Makuta Stone stood tall, burnt and irregular. A sinister facade.

The Turaga of Stone fished into a satchel and yielded the totem. He placed it carefully adjacent to the Makuta Stone. It stood bright and smooth. Whole, like the Great Spirit himself.

Onewa smiled. Perfect.

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"Is it to your liking, Turaga?"

Onewa rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "Yes, this will do nicely. Stellar work, Hafu."

The Master Stone Carver gave the Elder a hearty salute. "Only a Hafu original-the very best-for my Turaga!"

The Elder of Po-Koro glanced at the young Matoran, who proceeded to wrap the small totem in cloth.

"Careful, young one. Humility is key," the Turaga of Stone chided. "There was once a time where the works of Carvers rose to meet the Heavens! You would do well to learn from them."

Hafu bowed his head, sheepishly. "Forgive me, Turaga Onewa," he said. "I will try to remember."

The Stone-Elder placed a hand on the wrapped totem. He was so proud of Hafu that he could burst, but Onewa had to keep his emotions in check.

"You are an exceptional Stonemason, Hafu. And with time, your skill will increase. But remember that Carvers like us do not dictate beauty; we create, then create some more. That which is beautiful will find its way to those who behold our work."

Hafu nodded, then slowly asked, "May I speak freely, Turaga?"

"Go on."

"Do you not miss them?" Hafu bravely ventured. "Your carving days?"

The Elder of Po-Koro had heard this question before, and with a smile, answered simply.

"I do. A lot. But I must say, I've come to enjoy being a Turaga."

It must be imagined that Hafu was rather perplexed at this remark, but the worthy Stonemason simply shrugged it off and laughed with Onewa. The job was done.

Several days later, Onewa went alone to the Amaja-Nui. He saw that the Makuta Stone was already in place; likely brought in by Vakama sometime before.

He looked at the setup once over. The Makuta Stone stood tall, burnt and irregular. A sinister facade.

The Turaga of Stone fished into a satchel and yielded the totem. He placed it carefully adjacent to the Makuta Stone. It stood bright and smooth. Whole, like the Great Spirit himself.

Onewa smiled. Perfect.