Memories~ prologueHow long has it been now? Four years? Yes, that sounded right. Four years since the matoran universe was saved. Four years since Makuta Teridax was defeated once and for all. Four years since we moved to this new land... And four years since his boy was taken from him.Turaga Nuju sat in his new hut up in the White Quartz Mountains looking out into the snow storm just outside his window; a tear fell onto the slightly crumpled and aged photo in his hands. He sighed and wiped the bit of moisture off the picture. Today marked the fourth anniversary of Matoro's death; his sacrifice to Mata-Nui and the universe as he knew it. As he had done for the last few years, Nuju stayed locked up in his hut on this day. After all, why should he spread his grief to the other villagers by going out and pretending to be alright. He shook his head, no, no I'm not alright, I'll never be "alright". Nuju brought the photograph up to his face and began to remember that day; that one day, Turaga Nu