Disclaimer: i really know I don't have to explain this. bionicle is NOT mine.

Please R+R. I hope you enjoy.


Dark Matter

There are some secrets that are meant to stay in the dark. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts... other worlds. Yet, humans had a knack for discovering the undiscoverable. It was what made them annoying in most beings eyes. But not the Carpathians. Carpathia was a planet of peace and acceptance. That was, until the Chaos Wars. A war that pitted brother against brother, and families against their own. A time of darkness, a time of fear. Those were the generations when Chaos reigned. But out of the rubble, rose hope. A new type of Carpathian that had the power to end the war and decide the fate of the planet. A young boy now only remembered as 'Legend'. It is a well told story in the lands of Myramos and Rondoah. Children would sit on their fathers' laps and listen for hours about the Eagle winged boy that saved their world and restored peace to the lands. A story that has never been forgotten.

Many a time, a young child would ask, "But daddy? What happened to Legend after the war?"

And many a time, the answer would be, "Nobody knows sweetie. He just disappeared. Gone just as silently as when he came."

And nobody knew to this day. Except for Legend himself. yes, he had left the planet of his birth. Choosing instead to not live as a hero, but as a memory. For fear of attracting that which he sought to escape. A dark shadow that still haunts him. Where is he now, one may ask. How is it that he could still be alive after all these years? These thousands of generations after the end of Chaos? The answer is a simple, if not unexpected one. He lives on Earth. But his adventures are not over. Not yet.


"This is ridiculous!" The white creature groaned, his fur standing on end. His name was Siga and he sat on the bed of his master, a loyal servant. Though Hunter had never asked for a servant. Just a companion from home. "Why can't you just put it down and go to sleep?"

The brown haired young man shook his head, his yellow eyes staring intently at the circuitry of the video player that his landlady had asked him to fix. "Not ridiculous, Sig. I was asked to fix it and I agreed. It would be dishonorable if I were to not come through."

"i didn't mean the stupid video player..." The fur ball answered, his blue luminous eyes rolling. It looked like an Earth mongoose with a cat head. But it was much more graceful than any Earthen animal. "I meant that you still Haven't slept!"

Hunter smiled, his boyish features sad. "I suppose some old habits are hard to break, my friend."

"Yeah, well..." Siga didn't have an answer for his old friend. What was he supposed to say? the Wars were over now Hunter could go back to normal? That would just depress the Carpathian. hunter was NOT normal. Even among his own people. What human or Carpathian had WINGS, for Myra's sake! Instead, Siga sighed. "Don't push it too hard Hunt. I'm going to sleep."

With that, he was gone, disappearing into whatever realm of in-between his species holed up in. Hunter sighed and out down his work. Honestly, he was afraid to sleep. Even after all these years, he still had nightmares. Nightmares of pain, laughing face, his mother's cold dead face...really, where did he belong anymore? He rubbed his eyes and glanced out the window at the starry sky. Where was his place in the universe?

He honestly didn't know why he asked this question so many times. He just… never felt like he was really meant to be here. Or anywhere! So why had he been born? To stop a war? What kind of future was that? Hunter sighed and rubbed his eyes again. Siga was right, again. He really did need sleep. The Carpathian glanced at the video player before shutting off the harsh earthen lights.

Now he could see so much better. He'd always been able to see well in the dark and the luminescent lights hurt his eyes. But they were necessary for his façade along with every other Extraterrestrial being on this planet. Hunter lay himself down on his bed, the squeaky mattress creaking under his weight.

Before he finally crawled under the covers, he glanced once more at the night sky. The stars twinkled softly, seemingly whispering secrets to each other. Hunter sighed and closed his eyes. The last thing he saw before drifting into an uneasy sleep were six colored stars that seemed to flare brightly.


Hunter's dreams that night were…out of the ordinary for him. He was standing on a sloping beach, much like the ones on the Eastern side of his home island of Myramos. Yet, instead of the blood dyed waters of the Chaos Wars, this was…peaceful. Albeit, extremely disconcerting. The sand was whit and clean, disappearing into a sea that with fresh, clear water. The salty air battered his skin with exotic smells and a feeling of … security. A feeling that Hunter was certainly not used to.

The Carpathian turned when he heard a sound, his defenses immediately up. What he saw, caught the seasoned warrior off guard for the first time in his life. What it was, he didn't know for sure. The closest thing his mind could produce for him was something that humans called a 'robot'. But something told him there was something organic about it. And whatever 'it' was, it could see him too.

Its armor was a bright red and it's eyes a luminous orange. It must have stood six-and-a-half to seven feet tall. It certainly towered over the Carpathians small build of five-foot-seven. The two stood, staring at the other.

"Who are you?" The being's voice was hesitant, unsure of itself.

"I could ask the same…" Hunter replied, his defenses up again.

Another moment of silence passed before a bright flash filled the night sky, drowning out Hunter's vision and forcing him to throw an arm over his eyes. When he uncovered his eyes, he was no longer staring at a pristine beach, but at the cracked and aging wood on the roof of his small Michigan apartment. He sat up, rubbing his eyes before glancing around again. Still his apartment.

'What a strange dream.' He thought.

And with that, he turned over and went back to sleep, unaware that something bigger than the war had been set in motion.