A/N: Hi, this is Half-Angel-Writer, but you can call me Angel. I also will respond to "hey You" or whatever.
Anyway… This is my first story and, yeah it's kinda silly. It started as an English assignment.
Please review, and if you flame, I will uses it to cook bacon. The chapter is kind of an intro….
So without further ado… here is chapter one
*Opening to darkness. A girl's voice echoing slightly "Listen my friends to another tale of the Bionicle. In a time before time, in a land far away, there was the Bionicle. There are many legends about the Bionicle, as there are many heroes, like the Toa Nuva." *echoing fades away.
An explosion of fire fills the night sky. The village of Ta-Koro was in full celebration, as were the other villages around the Island. It was a celebration for the valiant efforts of all the Toa, past and present and their parts in what some were calling "The Great Awakening". The Turaga had begun these celebrations to lift everyone's spirits and to bring back laughter to the Island of Mata Nui, amidst the darkness of Makuta's reign over them. Currently, in Ta-Koro, the lava-surfing contests had just finished, but there were some who wished to show off to the Matoren. Ta-Matoren crowded in and filled the carved lava-rock grandstands to capacity, the overflow gathering on the sides of the lava-flow. Tahu Nuva, the oldest Toa of Fire, coasted down a rise in the lava swells and launched himself off the edge of a lava-fall. These particular falls were higher than any but the bravest and most daring Matoren attempted to jump, but the Toa made it look like a walk on the beach. The Ta-Matoren watched, gasping in amazement, as the red and silver Toa twisted in the air overhead. The jump seemed to last an eternity, and it seemed the Hero would crash into the Lava below. With a sluggish splash, Tahu landed, his custom made board, fashioned out of his Twin Magma Blades, gliding through the fiery waves with ease. He made his way back to the far shore, where two other figures stood waiting. Behind him, the Ta-Matoren went wild, cheering and chanting "Tahu! Tahu! Tahu!", their cheers echoing through the carved out volcano caldera. As he neared the shore, he flipped himself up and landed on the hardened lava rock that made up the shore line. The two other figures stepped up beside him and waved to the Matoren in the makeshift stands.
"Good job Brother!" Said the golden armored Toa on Tahu's left. This was Takanuva, the Toa of Light. Once an Av-Matoran from Karda-Nui who had been sent to live in Metru Nui for some seemingly unknown reason, he was the youngest of the Toa Nuva, but though young, he was still older than the Toa Mahri/Inika. Which brings us to Tahu's other companion, the solid crimson Toa Jaller, at the moment, the Toa Inika of Fire. Tentatively the youngest Fire Toa held out his fist to Tahu, offering the typical Toa salute. The big red Toa fist-bumped Jaller's fist then Takanuva's, all three chuckling at the cat calls and cheers the Matoren yelled at them. Suddenly a couple of the younger Ta-Matoren ran up behind them, calling out. The three Toa turned. The Ta-Matoren held out autograph slates and pens to the Toa. Tahu and Takanuva, used to this, took the slates without hesitation and signed them. Then they handed them to Jaller, who looked at the others curiously, his expression one of what-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-this. The older two Toa looked at each other and burst out laughing. Jaller, sheepishly, signed the two slates then handed them back to the waiting Matoren, who giggled themselves and ran off. Jaller turned to the older two Toa, his crimson mask more red than usual. Takanuva clapped a hand on the young fire Toa's, still chuckling. Tahu, a grin stretched across his mask, started back toward his Suva. "I still feel like an over grown Matoran." Jaller mumbled to no one in particular, as he followed the other two Toa. He stopped just outside the Suva and bid Tahu and Takanuva good-by; he had to head back to the seaside to meet up with the rest of his team to head back to Mahri Nui. Tahu waved farewell and ducked inside quickly, Takanuva waited, waving, until the younger Toa was out of sight then headed inside himself.
"Well, Brother, I think you beat me yet again." The Toa of Light admitted, as he walked into the Suva. Tahu looked over his shoulder and grinned again.
"You didn't do so bad yourself, for being a Light Toa." He said, reaching into the obsidian cabinets where he kept some of his food supplies. Takanuva grimaced as he sat down at the polished counter.
"I'm pretty sure that I thought that I was a Ta-Matoren for a couple thousand years there, Tahu." He groused, shrugging his golden armored shoulders. "I picked up a thing or two as the Chronicler. I know how to Lava-surf as well as surf on water." Tahu laughed at that.
"You only learned to surf on water to impress the Ga-Matoren." Tahu chuckled, divvying up the food and hand half to Takanuva. Takanuva took his share and pretended to pout, his golden mask tinged with red.
Neither Toa noticed that the light outside the Suva's window diminished. Tahu settled down to eat, but Takanuva jumped to his feet, his powers warning him of approaching danger. Tahu looked up.
"What is it?" He asked, his eyes flashing from side to side, body tense. Experience had taught the once impulsive and short tempered Toa of Fire many things; taking someone else's alarm into account was one of them. Takanuva shrugged slightly.
"I'm not sure. I feel a large gathering of Shadow power nearby, but it doesn't feel like Makuta… It's different." Tahu's eyes narrowed in response. The two Toa looked out of the doorway of the Ta-Suva, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Behind them, the entryway to the interior room of the Suva darkened as a shadowy form rose up. Takanuva, belatedly feeling the presence of Shadows, turned; Tahu mimicking his movements. Both realized that they were trapped and both Toa drew their tools, but before they could react farther than that, the shadows plunged downward and the two were overwhelmed.
Along the coast line, near Ga-Metru, Gali Nuva watched as Hahli waved good-by as she and the other Toa Inika changed into their Toa Mahri forms and dove beneath the waves. Their home, Mahri Nui, was farther away than Metru Nui, and, when it had been released from Voya Nui, it had settled on the ocean floor somewhat lopsided. Half the island was still submerged and the Mahri Nui Matoren still lived there, while the Voya Nui Matoren lived on the above-water portion.
As she walked back to her village, Gali thought about the young Matoren-turned-Toa. She had not seen Hahli and her brothers look so happy; not since they had lost their brother, Matoro, the Inika of Ice. Matoro had heroically sacrificed himself to save the Great Spirit. In return, the Great Spirit, using the Mask of Life, Ignika, had brought Matoro back only moments before Makuta took over and Mata Nui was trapped within the Mask of Life itself. Since the return of their fallen comrade, Hahli and her brothers' spirits had improved immensely.
As Gali walked along, lost in her thoughts, she was oblivious to a thick stream of shadows behind her. As the twin suns, low over the horizon, broke through the clouds, sending beams of orange and red shooting across the darkening sky, Gali heard the shadow hiss at the light that hit it. Almost without thinking, she spun around, blasting a pressurized stream of water out of her hand. The Shadow recoiled a moment, reacting to the refracted light that glittered through the water then continued to spread toward the female Toa. She dove to the side, just missing the shadows that grabbed at her. Gali turned to run deeper into the jungle, but the shadows ran around her, effectively trapping the blue water spirit. Gali let out a cry of pain as the shadows collapsed on her and shocked her with energy until she was rendered unconscious.
In the trees above Le-Koro, Lewa Nuva was teaching some of the younger Matoren about the dangers (and thrills) of Downdrafts and Updrafts, when he heard the slow footfalls of Turaga Matau behind him. The green Air Toa dismissed his class, and turned to the Elder, who waited patiently behind him. Matau smiled wanly up at the tall Toa, who took a seat beside him.
"I have some worry-some news, Toa-Hero." The Turaga said. He then told Lewa about the noises that some of the Matoren had been coming to his and telling him about. Lewa smiled, thinking it was one of Matau's tricks again.
"Normally I would not worry-trouble myself or you, Lewa, about such things, but I have a feeling that there truly is something in the forest below. Ah, perhaps it is the imagination of an old fool." Matau said. Lewa chuckled.
"A very-much good scary story, Turaga-elder." The green Toa said. "But I have had enough life-time to get used to your trick-games." The old Turaga opened his mouth to say something, but was unable to do so. The sound of whistling wind hurtled through the tree tops and the former Toa Metru was struck from behind, and toppled forward, unconscious. Lewa cried out in surprise, and placed himself protectively over his elder.
When Matau awoke, sometime later, Lewa was gone. There were traces of a struggle through out the trees, so small that to the untrained eye they were imperceptible, but to a former Toa, were as clear as daylight. The free-flying Toa Nuva of Air was one; Toa-knapped by the looks of it.
"Lewa…" whispered the old one.
"Are you going to stare at the sky all night there, brother?"
"He will, just to annoy us, you know."
*silence
"I can see why Tahu wants to strangle him some times. He doesn't make any noise what-so-ever."
*Whack* "OW!"
"Ahahahahaha! Nice going Pohatu"
"Will you two please shut the hell up? I'm trying to look at something."
A silver-and-white Toa stood staring up at the sky, where the stars were wheeling overhead. Behind him, a tall black-and-grey figure was doubled over in laughter while a brown-and-tan figure sprawled on the ground, mask askew, muttering to himself. Kopaka Nuva sighed, then turned to his brothers, mask-ridge raised critically. Pohatu Nuva pulled himself to his feet and adjusted his mask, grinning slightly. Onua Nuva, the big black Toa, slowly recovered his quiet demeanor, after laughing at Pohatu who had been punched in the mask by Kopaka. Onua wished there was some way to preserve that moment forever; the look on Kopaka's face was priceless, while the look of shock on Pohatu's was hilarious. The silver-white Toa glared at his brothers, then sighed again, his anger fading. Poahtu, noticing the change, sobered up and looked at Kopaka.
"What is it, brother? Is something wrong?" Pohatu asked, worried. Kopaka thought a moment, then turned to his brothers.
"Do you remember that strange quests that Turaga Vakama sent us on, I believe it was about six months ago, just before we set out from Metru Nui?" Pohatu and Onua nodded. "Well, it seems the rest of that prophecy from Turaga Vakama's vision about those quests is coming true. And the rest of that prophecy will come to completion very quickly." Pohatu and Onua looked at each other, almost afraid. They remembered Turaga Vakama's look of fear and worry when he had first begun to see those visions. The Toa Nuva had been told that they would be in grave danger and have to be rescued by the Destiny Heroes from enemies that would be as formidable as Makuta Teridax and the rest of the Brotherhood of Makuta. As the three Toa Nuva thought this over, a sudden darkness covered the scene, and a large shadow passed over them. They had no warning, no time to react. There was an energy discharge and the Toa were gone.
The Island of Mata Nui was without its protectors once again. Thankfully, it would not be long before the Toa Nuva would be Rescued. Already, forces were in motion that would bring an unlikely group of friends together to save a Universe in Peril.
Across the sea, at the ruined Great Temple of Metru Nui, an odd swirling vortex opened and a young teenager stepped through and looked around.
"Oh no freaking way!"
Ok so the beginning is not the best… I'm working on another chapter right now.
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Edit 3/31/12: I was able to write in a little more information to make this chapter a little longer. I hope it flows a little better now.