[center][h1][color=springgreen]Aiko[/color][/h1][/center]

After traveling for so long, the Le-Matoran stride down a forgotten path, only stopping once to make sure that she was going in the right direction. Aiko could well have been lost, she didn't understand the map that was given to her, but that didn't stop her from trying to understand it. Her only hope was for someone, anyone, to help her. Even with her limited speach and choice of words, she could make small talk with that seemed to be very broken at best.

"[color=springgreen]What do Now?[/color] she asked herself.

She pulled out the map again, looking at the different regions. She knew that the green splotch on the top right of the map was home - former home - and she was heading south. She wondered if heading south was the best idea, she was aware of she knew the land she had been to once, but she always seemed to always lose herself whenever she had a map. It made no sense to her.

It was very frustrating, she thought she was going to miss the festival in the coming days. She gave up on the map and decided to pick a random direction to head, hoping it was where the festival was being held.