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	'''The Traveller and the Stone Rats''' is one of the ~~work~~ archived by the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui]].		'''The Traveller and the Stone Rats''' is one of the works archived by the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui]], as written by the [[Chronicler]] [[Kadehi]] (Muircat).

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	''The [[Chronicler]] [[Kadehi]] is a [[De-Matoran\|De Matoran]] who was exiled from his home of [[De-Koro]] on the [[Tren Krom Peninsula]] for being too loud with his music. After leaving that island and exploring for a while, he found himself amongst friends at an inn on the northern edge of the [[Southern Continent]] called the Gukko's Tree, where he collected tales from travellers and wrote them into verse and song, which he keeps stored and recorded. He stayed and worked there for many years, possibly even centuries, although he admits he has forgotten how long he was truly there for. He states that one traveller informed him of the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui\|Akutana e Metru Nui]]'s existence, and was so excited at the prospect to learn of these stories, that he left the next evening to journey to the city. Upon arriving in [[Metru Nui]], he sought out the Akutana and offered his works as proof of his worth to the guild.''		''The [[Chronicler]] [[Kadehi]] is a [[De-Matoran\|De-Matoran]] who was exiled from his home of [[De-Koro]] on the [[Tren Krom Peninsula]] for being too loud with his music. After leaving that island and exploring for a while, he found himself amongst friends at an inn on the northern edge of the [[Southern Continent]] called the Gukko's Tree, where he collected tales from travellers and wrote them into verse and song, which he keeps stored and recorded. He stayed and worked there for many years, possibly even centuries, although he admits he has forgotten how long he was truly there for. He states that one traveller informed him of the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui\|Akutana e Metru Nui]]'s existence, and was so excited at the prospect to learn of these stories, that he left the next evening to journey to the city. Upon arriving in [[Metru Nui]], he sought out the Akutana and offered his works as proof of his worth to the guild.''

	''The following experience is reportedly one of his own. We estimate it occurred roughly one century before the [[Matoran Civil War\|Civil War]] broke loose.''		''The following experience is reportedly one of his own. We estimate it occurred roughly one century before the [[Matoran Civil War\|Civil War]] broke loose.''

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	So we did run<br>		So we did run<br>
	The chase begun<br>		The chase begun<br>
	From the wailing, gnashing form~~<r>~~		From the wailing, gnashing form

	We headed for a river<br>		We headed for a river<br>

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'''The Traveller and the Stone Rats''' is one of the work archived by the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui]].

== Content ==
''The [[Chronicler]] [[Kadehi]] is a [[De-Matoran|De Matoran]] who was exiled from his home of [[De-Koro]] on the [[Tren Krom Peninsula]] for being too loud with his music. After leaving that island and exploring for a while, he found himself amongst friends at an inn on the northern edge of the [[Southern Continent]] called the Gukko's Tree, where he collected tales from travellers and wrote them into verse and song, which he keeps stored and recorded. He stayed and worked there for many years, possibly even centuries, although he admits he has forgotten how long he was truly there for. He states that one traveller informed him of the [[Akutana e-Metru Nui|Akutana e Metru Nui]]'s existence, and was so excited at the prospect to learn of these stories, that he left the next evening to journey to the city. Upon arriving in [[Metru Nui]], he sought out the Akutana and offered his works as proof of his worth to the guild.''

''The following experience is reportedly one of his own. We estimate it occurred roughly one century before the [[Matoran Civil War|Civil War]] broke loose.''

The Traveler and the [[Stone Rat]]s 
A Tale by the Chronicler Kadehi

I met a fellow Traveler 
On my path to Gukko's Tree 
Greetings had 
Though looked he sad 
So asked I him to follow me

Though strong in face, he did seem odd 
In unorthodox attire 
His armor hues 
Of reds and blues 
Not normal for kin of fire

At tabletop, I asked his woes 
And so his story sewn 
A tale of longing 
For true belonging 
And no home to call his own

Twas then the innkeep asked me 
A favor for a coin 
A treasure lost 
For such a cost 
I could not but help to join

Invited I the Traveler also 
Though in him, I saw fear 
Yet raging fire 
Of great desire 
Was brandishing his spear

So journeyed we to Stone Rat Cave 
To find the stolen treasure 
With spear, a lute 
And baity fruit 
We carried for good measure

Upon the den, we lighted 
Our trap all set to spring 
Outside the mouth 
We waited South 
On bated breath, we cling

Out came the many stone rats 
In dark and dirty grey 
They took the bait 
The fruit they ate 
And I did start to play

A sultry tune I strummed 
The rats my audience now 
And in their peep 
They fell asleep 
But I didn’t take my bow

For then it was the Traveler's turn 
He snuck into their cave 
Then ran he out 
With frightened shout 
Then I saw what made him rave

Out came a giant stone rat 
The mother of the swarm 
So we did run 
The chase begun 
From the wailing, gnashing form<r>

We headed for a river 
And lost it in the tide 
From river's shore 
To tavern's door 
We cheered we had not died

We gave the innkeep's disk back 
And he paid us what he said 
The [[Kanoka]] hung 
Our songs were sung 
Then went we all to bed

When morning broke, the Traveler left 
And goodbyes we all had 
A happy grin 
I saw on him 
And for that, I was glad

One day, I'm sure he'll find his home 
Though it may not be so soon 
I hope to know 
Our fates will flow 
To join us under another moon

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