Right, this is... a 'pilot' if you like, for my next story idea. It's a prologue, obviously, and if interest is displayed, I'll turn it into a full story. The Rahkshi Toa is still running, but that will be over by this time in two weeks, so I want to get started on my next thing. Updates will probably be a lot more sporadic on this one, unfortunately. I'd like to say that it will be a maximum of two weeks between posts, but I can make no promises, given what's going on in my life over the next two or three months. But we'll see, huh? Anyway, read, enjoy and review. Wow, I really have to stop begging for reviews...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bionicle, but I do own all OCs.
Prologue
The night should have been alive with sound. Of insects in the fields, of creatures in the woods, of the wind rustling the leaves, of the waves beating against the shore. But there was none. As if the wind and the waves, and the Rahi, knew that something was going to happen here tonight. But all were gone, faded away. No wary and watchful eyes looked out from the woods. Which meant there were no witnesses as the shadows shifted in among the trees. And something emerged from the darkness. The creature was bizarre, flashes of skeletal white spines covered its armoured body. It held a pair of spiked blades, the same colour as the other spikes, but after checking its surroundings, it sheathed the blades and beckoned for another to step from the shadows. The creature was a strange Matoran, a pair of wings sprouting from his back, and from behind a dark coloured Kanohi Crast, a pair of red eyes gleamed. In his hands he held a sword, its centre glowing with an unearthly light. "What are we doing here, Krika?" he demanded. "We should be preparing for the invasion of Karda Nui, not skulking around some Mata-Nui forsaken island!" Krika held up a hand to hush him, and then, after checking the forest once again through shifty eyes, he spoke to his Matoran assistant.
"Lumen... you will not be accompanying me to Karda Nui." Krika told him, sighing.
"What! Why?" Lumen demanded.
"I cannot tell you. If I do... it will be better, far better, for you not to come." Krika replied. He knew his time was almost upon him.
"But you can't leave me here!" Lumen yelled. "I want to help!"
"That, young one, is the Shadow talking. I... I know you'll make me proud some day. There are things, plans, far bigger than a lowly Makuta and his assistant. And I can guarantee they will end badly. So I'm offering you a chance, Lumen. A chance to escape. Run, and never look back. Get away from Destral, get away from the Makuta, and save yourself. Dark times are coming, Lumen, and... Perhaps you can help me atone for my crimes."
"You-you're a traitor to the brotherhood!" Lumen cried, aghast.
"I am a supporter of the Brotherhood of old. Of Miserix. But perhaps, after the things I have done, I can claim friends on either side of this conflict. So I am saving you, the closest I have come to a friend. Hide yourself. Protect yourself. Survive." With this, he stepped back into the shadows, but Lumen ran after him.
"No, you're not leaving me here!" he screamed. Krika turned to him, and this time, Lumen truly saw Krika. He was a dead man walking. He knew his time was almost up.
"I am. Perhaps one day you'll understand. Perhaps one day you will clear the name of Shadow of the filth placed upon it by Terridax and his master plan. Perhaps you will save yourself. But for now, I am truly sorry... for everything." With this, he blasted the Matoran with shadow, and knocked him out cold. And erased all memory of Destral's location, and name, from his memory, so he could never find it again.
"I am so, so sorry..." Krika murmured, as he melted into the shadows once more. And all that could be heard was the sound of Lumen's icy breath, rising like little clouds into the silent sky.
