Magdalan-Saiyan-Toa and I have been working on this together, which is why neither of us has had anything updated. Sorry, but we got really into this. This prologue is short, I know, but we didn't know how to start it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bionicle.
Crossed Roads
Prologue
He shifted through the old scrolls once again. He still didn't find it. This was not good, not good at all.
"What, oh what are you looking for, little brother?" a slick voice asked amused.
"Nothing of your concern, big sister." he said sourly. They weren't really siblings, just two Matoran who grew up each other.
"Puh-lease! The Turaga wouldn't let just anyone in here for anything. Why, if he did, we'd have no library." She sat down on the desk in front of him. "So what are you doing here?"
"Naming Day is coming up, and I'm to read an old chronicle." He lifted up one of the scrolls and waved it in front of her nose.
"I can tell you this, Jair," she said, a muffled 'what?' came from under the desk as Jair searched trough a box. "With you reading it this year, it's going to be a disaster."
"Ha, ha," Jair said as he pulled out one of the boxes.
"I'm glad to see you find it funny."
"Brin, I'm sorry to tell you, but…" He turned to look at his sibling, "you're not funny." She folded her arms and frowned.
"You're not funny either!"
"That was obtuse, Brin!"
"So what!… By the way, which story will you be telling?"
"The one of the pirates and the Guard, and all that controversy over that Ga-Matoran… What was her name again?"
"Hahli?"
"Yah! How'd you know?"
"Second shelf, far left to your right."
"You've read it before?"
"Once or twice, that Takua Chronicler guy is pretty darn good at writing! Bad grammar though… He wrote it in the third person. I was surprised, he normally writes in the first. Why d'you want that one anyway, Jair?"
He shrugged and looked at her.
"Turaga Foki told me about it a while back. I decided to try to find the whole thing. Funny, isn't it? It's been 100 years since the Battle of the Cove."
"Yah, pretty cool, too. Hey, lunch is ready, by the way."
"Thanks, I'll be there in a bit." Jair said, setting the scroll on the desk. He smiled as he read it.
"The Ussal crab scuttled over the underbrush and fallen leaves, as his rider watched around them wearily. The rider was carrying a special package that must be delivered. The fate of Mata Nui rested in the hands of the rider…"
Obtuse is a slang word my friends and I use for brainless, lame, or unintelligent.
Kino: The next chapter isn't long either, but, from what we've written so far, the other chapters are long.
Sarah: Need...soda!