[Author's Note: Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted in this book from the Bionicle universe. All places, people, and themes relating to Bionicle, are owned by Lego. Alright. Ha-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cha! New story ftw! This one is a remake of my old OLD OLD fanfiction about Bionicle that I made in oh about 5th grade. Yeeeaaaap. Should be interesting. =D
- - - - - - - - - -
PART I: ESCAPEMENT
- - - - - - - - - -
Chapter 1
Jack Willows was at least 14 years of age. He was just starting his freshman year at the Quilcene High School in Washington, of the United States of America on the Planet of Earth. He led a normal, peaceful life. Of course, it has been known that things will always change. Jack lived in a small house just on the outskirts of a small, unknown town called Brinnon. Brinnon was an exceptionally small, and mostly poor, town. However, Jack had always considered his life to be as rich as any celebrity. He had good friends at school, despite the quality of the town, and an amazing home life. He and his parents were normally on good terms and he didn't always hate his little sister…for the most part.
Jack Willows was fairly athletic, but he was never one for sports. No, his passion was unlike most of the people he knew. His passion was books. Any book: From Harry Potter, to the Tombs of King Solomon's mine. They all fascinated and astounded him, especially how some adventures could travel so far, and so quick, and in such little time, it seemed that the excitement was over and he would move onto a new book. His teachers thought it a good, but extremely distracting hobby as he rarely did his work in class, just so he can use the time and uncanny silence he was unable to find at home to delve into the book.
Jack had always wanted one of these adventures, but with all of these different responsibilities that came with being a high school student, the fantasies that seemed so vivid and real in his younger years were beginning to fade into nothing more than fiction, for what happens in most story books is exaggerated and could never happen in the real world. However, Jack still clung on to a secret hope that such a thing was possible. That such a thing could just maybe happen to him.
The day was a Thursday. Jack was slightly pumped up from just hopping off the bus from an exciting assembly that had been wonderfully dramatic and very festive for the upcoming Harvest season, also known as Halloween. Even more wonderful was that tomorrow, Friday, was only a half day of school. Thus, bringing more weekend time which was always fun! Jack jumped up through his door-way and, waving a hello to his mother in the kitchen, went straight to his bedroom.
The bedroom was of medium size, a wall popping out not three feet from the door that enabled the closet to be in the room. On the farthest wall of the square-ish room was Jacks messy bed. He stooped over, after tossing his school bag to the ground, and picked up some dirty clothes from the floor and tossed it into the jumble of both dirty and clean clothes that was stuffed in his laundry basket. He figured he would sort them later.
He, instead, kneeled down to his bag and opened up the largest pocket, and shuffled through the binders and notebooks to pull out a black bound book. The silver writing on the cover said 'Breaking Dawn,' as it was the fourth book in the Twilight Series. He had just gotten it this morning and was already on the seventh chapter. It was entitled '7. Unexpected' on page 118. He eagerly opened it to continue the exciting tale of Edward, Bella, and the Cullen family.
After about 30 minutes of reading the large chapter, he finally set it down, letting out an excited sigh as he turned to open Part 2 of the three-part book. He decided to give himself a break from the excitement, and looked around the room. He looked around, and then looked to his bookcase. It was five shelves high, the top two shelves being random papers and other such stuff that Jack was too lazy to put away. The last three were neatly stacked with Jack's books. However…
He stood up and walked swiftly to the opposite side of the room, being careful to set 'Breaking Dawn' down so he wouldn't lose his place, and went to examine the strange, sparkling tome that he hadn't ever seen before that had suddenly appeared on his top shelf. He pulled it out, to find it was extremely thin. Not even a hundred pages, he estimated. He looked at it, and noticed that the cover was empty, save for a strange and unusual symbol.
There were two lines, forming some sort of rippling oval, though they were two different segments, one on each side. Inside this strange shape, were three vertical dots, all ovals and the middle was slightly larger than the other two. He stared at it, pondering. Finally, he opened the thick, hard-back cover. He looked at the first page.
THE
BIONICLE CHRONICLES
Part 1;
The letters were a beautiful amethyst color, and they were written in the most stunning calligraphy that Jack had ever seen. He picked up the page to turn it, and found that it was written on a thick, creamy colored parchment. The more he looked, the more curious he became. The next page was blank. The next page had the same sort of calligraphy, but this time in a black ink. The top of the page said:
PROLOGUE
"Hm," he said to himself, turning the page. It was blank as well. He picked up a large amount of the paper in the book and flipped through it. It was all, surprisingly, blank. He pondered that over as he turned back to the page entitled 'Prologue.' The calligraphy was hard to get used to, as Jack was used to the normal font of the other books he read. He pondered over this for a moment and continued his read. The beginning was simple, and it seemed fairly a short read, since it reached to the end of the page. He looked down, almost feeling guilty about beginning this new book, since he was reading three others already, but he was still curious.
In the Time, before Time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the Matoran, to this paradise…
As Jack began to read, he noticed something strange move on his wall, just out of the corner of his eye. When he looked up, everything was fine. He looked around a bit to see if he missed something, but everything was fine. He pondered that for a second, before he picked up where he left off.
We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit illuminated us, with the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny!
It happened again! Something moved. Although, Jack could have sworn it looked like a large glob of paint dripping from his all. It was so strange for every time he tried to look at it, it would disappear.
'I wonder if I just keep reading…' he thought, not bothering to finish the thought he already knew the conclusion to.
…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 honours and betrayed him;
This time, it continued again, just as Jack had guessed. However, Jack tried his hardest to just keep reading, and not look at it. He did notice, however, that it became more frequent around him. Soon, it looked like his bookcase was melting! He concentrated on it through his peripheral vision, keeping the utmost control in not looking up from this book.
Casting a spell over Mata-Nui, into a deep slumber.
Jack kept his concentration on the book, but it was still so amazingly strange. He had never experienced this before, and it caused his heart to pound. Fear slowly began to take over when he saw the slightest bit of green leak through the suddenly melting walls. His panic was even heightened when he felt as if his floor was breaking underneath him. He did keep reading however, bound with curiosity.
The Makuta was free to unleash his shadows…and unleash them…
It wouldn't stop! He was at the last line, reading, but there was something strange…a light, floating feeling as he kept reading.
…he did.
And he was falling. Panic over took him as he dropped the book, and the feeling of his gut being left up above him as he fell. Above him was blue sky, the most vivid blue sky he had ever seen, but it was not the normal cloudy gray sky of his home town. He was in a forest, he knew this much as he was being whipped painfully with leaves as he fell. He realized he was falling, his body vertical, his arms and legs sprawling out to catch something, but with no luck.
He was in a clearing, or at least falling to a clearing. Below him, was ground. Hard, painful ground. He opened his mouth to let out a scream, but panic kept him from anything of the sort. The ground was coming closer, closer, and closer.
At the moment, he had no idea where he was, or how he got here. All he knew is that he opened that book, began to read, and now…
…Now, he was falling through a forest.
