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In the time before time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the Matoran, to this island paradise. We were separate and without purpose, so the Great Spirit blessed us with three virtues: unity, duty, and destiny. We embraced these gifts and named our home island, Okoto.
From the elemental forces of the island, two brothers, known as the mask makers, create the Masks of Power.
Each brother had his own mask. Makuta possessed the Mask of Control, and Ekimu the Mask of Creation.
The brothers provided the islanders with new masks, but Ekimu's were the most preferred.
His brother became envious, and formed an evil plan.
It was a sacred law that a mask could only contain one element.
Otherwise it would have been too dangerous and destructive.
But Makuta wanted to create the most powerful mask that ever existed:
The Mask of Absolute Power.
When Makuta put it on, it took control over him, and the island began to shake and shatter.
Realizing what his brother had done, Ekimu managed to remove the mask from Makuta's face.
A shockwave swept across the island, sending the two brothers into an endless sleep.
The Masks of Power were scattered throughout the world.
Waiting for the time when someone would come looking for them.