Gathered friends, listen again to our legend of the Bionicle. In a time before time, the Great Spirit, Mata Nui, fell from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the Matoran. We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit illuminated us with the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny! We embraced these gifts, and in gratitude we named our island home Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit himself. But our happiness was not to last. For Mata Nui's brother, the Makuta, was jealous of these honors and betrayed him, casting a spell over Mata Nui, who fell into a deep slumber. The Makuta was free to unleash his shadows. And unleash them, he did.
Prologue
Takua was running from something. From what exactly, he did not know, but the sound of trees being leveled behind him and horrifying snarl continually reminded him that he ought not stop running. Running, however, didn't come naturally to him. Having lived most his life around lava flows, he was far more partial to jumping. Come to think of it, though, did he really spend most of his life there? It was hard to say. Unlike most Matoran, he didn't really have a home. He'd lived everywhere, though he was technically supposed to live in Ta-Koro, above the lava flows.
KRRRRAAAA-SMMAAASSSSH!
Takua remembered he had to keep running. He found it unusual that the creature behind him was so keen on catching him. There was plenty of larger, slower, and easier prey in this jungle. Perhaps it was attracted to Takua's precious cargo. Six stones. The village elders, the Turaga, had told him to take these stones to the Kini Nui, the main temple on the island. Unfortunately, en-route, Takua was intercepted by what he could only assume was a Muaka tiger; a 6 meter tall predator that could quite effortlessly swallow the 1 meter tall Matoran whole. Takua began to recognize the manner in which the trees bent. He was close to the temple.
The temple was a circular stone disk in the ground, with 6 totems equally spaced on the circumference. Each totem had a small indent in it, perfectly sized for the stones. Takua ran up the steps to the stone disk, and quickly placed the stones into the indentations. The tiger then appeared, and reared onto its hind legs, preparing to strike Takua down. As Takua placed the last stone, a bright light appeared in the center of the temple. Takua turned to face his attacker, and pulled out his only weapon to defend himself – a bamboo throwing disk. The light grew, however, and suddenly flashed brighter than the sun. Simultaneously, Takua was thrown far into the air, landing clear on the other side of the island. The tiger presumably was injured severely, but Takua had escaped either way.