by Scott Tyler
Eyes of yellow fluttered open sleepily even as a small yawn escaped from their owner's mouth. The owner of said eyes and mouth turned his gaze skyward; the expanse of nothingness that had been pure black throughout the night was beginning to turn a deep blue.
Dawn was coming.
Hydros' gaze left the approaching light of morning and settled on the once blazing camp fire that was now nothing more than a pile of ash and charred wood. Only a few feet from the ash pile was the sleeping form of Hydros' companion, Toa of Fire Moliki.
Must have dozed off for a few hours.
Getting to his feet, the Toa stretched the kinks out of his back and limbs before looking around the clearing he and Moliki had camped in. There were no fresh tracks in the loose dirt, indicating that the Toa hadn't had any curious visitors during the night.
He turned back to where Moliki slept. It was time to wake the rookie Toa and continue their journey. But even as he re