Introduction:

Prozuke, Toa of Gravity, slowly opened his eyes. How long had the world been black? Hours? Days? He couldn't be sure. One thing he did know was that he was in agonizing pain. He looked up and saw his teammates looking down at him with concerned eyes. However, today he knew that he couldn't afford to be injured. The mission he and his team was on was far to important to be slowed down by petty scraps and bruises.

With supreme effort, Prozuke rose to his feet, his friends helping him all the while. As they helped him walk down the tunnel that lead to the goal of their mission, Prozuke couldn't help but give a silent thanks to them. For centuries they had always been there to help and support him, and toady was no different. As they walked Prozuke thought back at the times he didn't have anyone to help him except himself. As he thought back he remembered how he became a Toa in the first place, and how he met his teammates: Jovan, Toa of Magnetism and leader of the group. Rhyza, Toa of Lightning. Vormahk, Toa of Stone. Kuza, Toa of Sonics. And Ranok, Toa of Plasma.

This is his story...

Chapter One:

90,000 years ago

Prozuke was running for his life. He didn't know where he was going but one thing was for sure: Any place would be better than here.

As he ran he tried to remember how this all happened. A few weeks ago, Prozuke was with his fellow Matoran in their village. Suddenly, their village's protector, Lesovikk, and his team had to leave to fight a rampaging tribe of Zyglak. While they were gone, the village's Turaga began acting strangely. Soon he shipped the entire village of Matorn to a realm he refered to as "Karzahni". When they arrived the Matoran found they couldn't return the way they came. Soon, the Matoran found themselves in the presence of the realms legendary ruler: Karzahni. What happened next horrified Prozuke. Karzahni transformed the strong, proud Matoran he knew into frail, and weak versions of their former selves. Shortly after, the same thing happened to him.

Luckily for Prozuke, he managed to escape Karzahni's clutches. He was now on the run from the tyrant's Manas crabs. As he ran, he desperately tried to find an exit or a hiding place. Karzahni's Manas were only a few yards behind, and if they got their claws on Prozuke... He didn't want to think about it. Suddenly, he saw a small opening in the rock walls, barely large enough for a small Matoran to slip through. This gave him new-found energy, as he was able to out-run the crabs and slip into the hole. The Manas attempted to follow but their bulk worked against them. Soon, they were forced to give up.

"That was close." said Prozuke, giving a sigh of relief. He then looked farther down the tunnel. It was dark, cold, and damp... but at least it was better then staying back in Karzahni's realm. After resting for a moment, Prozuke began to walk, pausing only to glance back at the opening. After giving a silent vow to one day rescue his friends back in Karzahni, Prozuke resumed walking.

After several hours the tunnel finally came to a end. At the end of the tunnel was a small pool of water that seemed to be very deep. After weighing the choices of going back or swimming, Prozuke found it wasn't a contest.

Taking a deep breathe, the Matoran dove into the water and began swimming down. He soon found out that the tunnel continued underwater. After only a few minutes, the Matoran began to run out of air, and franticly began swimming back the way he came. Suddenly, Prozuke sensed a disturbance in the water. He turned around to see a underwater cyclone barreling toward him. Before the poor Matoran could get back to the surface he was sucked inside. Then, his head made contact with a rock, knocking him out.