Epilogue

Matoro smiled as Dume said; "Jaller, you may kiss the bride." Jaller, grinning triumphantly, leaned in and kissed Hahli. The Arena, which had the whole island in the stands, erupted into applause. The Matoran made there way down from the stands for the reception dance.

He sat on the stage where the band was playing, smiling to himself. Jaller and Hahli danced around each other, careful not to trip on the Matoran and making sure not to come close to Kongu, who was dancing wildly with a toa from another island.

As the party escalated, Matoro decided that he needed a minute to himself. Standing outside the gates, he ran into Mimic and Tirea. "Hi." he said. Mimic, smiled. "Hi." Matoro looked over them both. Tirea had a pack on her shoulder and Mimic was carrying a heavy bag. "You're leaving, aren't you?" Matoro asked.

Mimic nodded, setting down the bag, walked to Matoro and held out his hand. Matoro took it. "We owe you more then we could ever repay." he said, releasing his grip. Tirea came foreword and pulled him into a tight hug. Pulling away, she wiped tears from her eyes. "Thank you." she whispered. Then they were both gone. Matoro stood there for a long time, thinking about everything that had happened. Smiling her turned to rejoin the party. As he did so, he heard the voice again.

And now, Matoro, are you truly happy?

Matoro smiled to himself. "Yes." he said aloud. "Yes, I truly am."

Thanks to Mazula, who helped bring Matoro to life, in more ways then one…