A/N: Hello all, Shadowed Bankai here. So, after trying to unblock my writer's hand with my other story, and failing miserably (Hollows and Homunculi, in case anyone cares), I've decided to upload the prologue of this Bionicle fic I've been thinking about for a while. I realize that this is extremely short. For this I apologize. It looked like a lot more written out by hand. But, hey, it's a prologue. Hopefully the actual chapters will have more substance.
This story will concern a few little plot-holes I poked in Mask of Light, and actually the Chronicles books to a certain degree. I'll explain one: back in Metru Nui, Makuta was always looking at the stars. And in Bionicle, they've got a prophecy for every occasion. So why did he give up this huge tactical advantage when the game moved to Mata Nui? And yes, I realize that Chronicles was written before Adventures, and by a different author. But still, it's a minor continuity issue.
Well, if I keep ranting, the author's note will be longer than the prologue. So, there's just one more thing to get out of the way:
Disclaimer: I do not own Bionicle. Much to my displeasure.
"So..." The voice of the master of shadows echoed through the dim chamber. "The Mask of Light has been found. Again the prophecies of the Matoran oppose my will. But.."
He strode past the six pillars which held his Rahkshi hunters. In truth, the appearance of the mask was no surprise to him – merely a realization of what was always destined to come to pass. The very night before, he had cast his gaze to the night sky, reading the omens in those dark heavens. He had seen Mata Nui's proclamation of the future: his Rahkshi defeated, the seventh Toa found, his own destruction. Bah!
He stopped in front of a circle of black sand. It bore a striking resemblance to the Amaja Circle of the island above, by no coincidence. Unlike that sacred site, though, this place was used not to recite tales of the past, but to plan his schemes for the future. At his feet, half-buried, laid six crystalline stones.
He would not simply bow and accept a fated demise. No, his Rahkshi sons would pursue a different target – one that the miserable krana-kal told him of before he put an end to its existence. A power that, after centuries, was once more within his reach.
He reached down and took up a stone in his hand. Then he raised it to eye level. Marveled at its sharpness, its clarity. And finally, he channeled a small fragment of his fell power into the crystal. As energy poured into it, the depths of the stone clouded with a blood-red miasma. Makuta allowed a wicked grin to creep across his Mask of Shadows.
Once more, he would defy the stars.
And Toa would meet their ends at the hands of Toa.
A/N: Please read and review! Let me know if this is worth continuing - although I'll probably post at least one chapter no matter how much hate mail I get.
-Shadowed Bankai
