Legends of Fatum: The Rahkshi's tale
AN I
Hello all, this is my first 'official' FanFic. I'd like to thank user Saya Moonshadowfor doing the Beta work. This story started years ago when my younger brother and I started playing Bionicle together. I never thought to put it on paper till now.
ANII
Welcome to my revision! I have gone over it and have at last thought up a better plot and new direction that will (hopefully) be less confusing. I've got a new prologue and a completely revised chapter so I hope you will enjoy it and review!
And mark III, I'm back; the only change here are some name changes, I had a brain storm, so Vivian is now Fallon and Valdus is now Karazin.
Disclaimer: I'll only do it this once, and nope, I don't own Bionicle, but 99% of the characters and places are mine!
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There is a time, a time where Biomechanics walked the worlds. A time filled with times. This is the time of the Legends of Fatum...
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Prologue: After Effects
The war against the Toa had been a quick one, and in the place of the fallen warrior heroes, the Makuta rose. Fenris looked down from atop his mighty throne in the mountains. The five current ruling Makuta had divided the land amongst themselves years ago while the other poor fools were either killed or subjected to the will of the rulers.
Fenris could close his eyes and remember the wails and pleading of the doomed. Many of the once-victorious Makuta had fallen the same way as the Toa, quickly and by surprise. It was all in foolishness.
When they first struck, they had been powerful— over a hundred Makuta had swarmed into the land with their shadows and Rahkshi. Now due to their own selfishness, they were but a dozen, little more than a handful.
Fenris planned to change all that.
He strode inside the deep caverns that spread within his mountain domain; he had chosen this place as his fortress because of those same mountains. Within the natural-borne protection from prying eyes, he could continue his work in peace.
He quickly entered into a large chamber filled with enormous vats of protodermis, greeted by a short wailing chorus of kraata. Fenris strode up to one and picked it up. It squirmed until he stroked it gently, calming it. He reached back down and watched as it slid down his arm to rejoin its brothers and sisters.
Among the other Makuta, Fenris was an oddity; while most used their Rahkshi to carry out deeds and tasks like slaves, Fenris named his and treated them like individuals. The other Makuta had yet to find out about it though; if they did they would surely kill him. For both his own safety and that of his Rahkshi, it remained a closely-guarded secret.
Fenris had a dream— one where the Makuta could redeem themselves from their fall. And if that could not be done, he planned on helping those who had suffered alongside them, the Rahkshi. Even if he did not live to see his dream fulfilled, he would do his best to ensure its possibility.
He went up to a large vat near the back that held not protodermis, but a Toa, one out of the few handfuls that had survived the war. The Toa was long dead, but his essence had been preserved with the utmost care. Now, at last, it would serve its purpose.
He carefully extracted some of the purest parts of the essence and injected it into five different Kraata. They squirmed and withered at first, but soon began to calm. He gently stroked each one before inserting them into their own vats of protodermis.
The kraata squirmed and curled up. A change was underway.
His work done for now, Fenris left. Only the future held what he needed and he had a lot to prepare for.
Scenario I: Dark Tides
Years later…
Green fluid echoed around him, bubbling as he floated in solitude. On one side, a hatch opened, and he came spilling out, landing on the ground on all fours. He stood and shuddered, green fluid dripping down his armor and onto the floor.
The place was dark, but he liked that. It gave him power, soothed him, brought him to an awareness of his strength. It flowed through him, echoed silently in him, and made him think. He looked about and saw other chambers like the one he had just been expelled from. Within them were various objects that appeared to be in different stages of either evolution or decay.
Soon, a voice, a cold, dark, soothing voice, flowed through his mind, sending chills of strength down his spine.
Rahkshi of mine, you have a marvelous purpose ahead of you, and with me you will do my will. I have made you unlike the rest. You feel it now, a powerful force flows through you, enlightening you, giving you powerful strength and thought. In time you shall be one of the greatest. As of now, I name you Karazin.
Karazin felt the presence leave, but an echo of it remained in with him, directing him where to go. He began to tread his way across the stone floor. Numerous tubes hung above him filled with green fluid. Ahead he spotted two beings; the echo whispered to him that they were like him, Rahkshi, but they were not to be bothered right now. He strode on without another glance. He left the cavern filled with tubes and liquid, and entered into a hallway filled with adjoining caverns like the one he just left.
The echo led him past all of these and bade him to stride down to the very end of the long tunnel. He treaded along the smooth floor, blissfully sucking up the darkness. Soon, the tunnel opened up to a large cavern, currently empty. The echo told him this was where the Rahkshi would meet together. Till then, the echo said, he was to leave through a smaller hallway on the side.
The hallway was lighter than the others, but where Karazin walked, the light never seemed to truly shine, the presence of darkness stuck by him. Soon the hallway ended, and he stood outside of the caverns and the underground.
Above him, the sky was dark, and dark shapes floated in the horizon. The echo revealed that a great light had once shown up there, but it had been blotted out by fools who believed they could control all.
It also revealed that Karazin's destination lay elsewhere, further down the mountainside.
Taking this into account, Karazin strode down the mountainside, spotting other Rahkshi but paying them little attention: his mind was on the echo and voice. Questions came through him, such as who is this being to command me? Why do I have to bother with his 'will'? Such thoughts nearly made him stop and ponder them, but the echo urged him forward.
Finally, he came to a stop. The echo continued to urge him onward, but he turned to the side and strode on a different direction. Soon the echo stopped, and he was free to his own thoughts. No sooner had this happened did three other Rahkshi appear, surrounding him with the high ground.
Two of them were green and held staffs of some sort; the other was red with no apparent weapon.
The echo returned. Stop, you are needed elsewhere.
Karazin said nothing and stood his ground, settling into a defensive stance like he had done so every day for years. He decided to tempt this echo. See what would happen if he disregarded that compelling voice.
He rushed at the two greens that quickly brought their staffs to bear when they saw him running toward them. Karazin ducked under the first swing and jumped back from the second Rahkshi's attack. Surprise showed on their faces for a brief moment, but began to twist into snarls as they charged him again, staffs raised high.
This time, the first brought his forward and thrust it in a quick jab. Karazin sidestepped and grabbed the staff, tearing it out of the Rahkshi's hands. Acting quickly, he swung it around and blocked the second from smacking him in the head.
Now he was on the attack.
Karazin twirled the staff in front of him and jabbed it forward, striking the first green on the torso. The Rahkshi hissed in pain as a blast of electricity burst out of the staff, dropping him to his knees. The second jumped back and pointed its staff straight at Karazin. He could feel the power growing in it and leaped forward just in time to dodge over the beam of energy that shot forth.
He landed right next to the startled Rahkshi and without a second's hesitation swung the staff heavily at his foe's back, landing the hit with a sickening crunch and sending the Rahkshi straight down, staff clattering to the ground as he screeched out in pain.
The second Rahkshi was back on his feet and sent a high kick at Karazin that skimmed against his side. Karazin twirled the staff down low and knocked the Rahkshi off his feet. The Rahkshi quickly recovered and flipped backwards, aiming down at Karazin and fired a spray of acidic liquid. Karazin leapt out of the way of the acid and watched as the Rahkshi kept his distance.
He looked over and saw that the third Rahkshi, the red one, had stood back the whole time. She was speaking under her breath. He was about to taunt her when he realized too late that she had been not been speaking, but chanting.
In the back of his mind, the echo returned, chiding him. The echo was also angry with him for having killed. Again, it told Karazin that he should stop now.
Disregarding it momentarily, Karazin watched as tons of rock flew down the mountain, some were boulders of the largest size. There were too many for him to dodge or destroy so he did the only rational thing. He flew.
It is an interesting sensation to see boulders wiz below you while floating suspended in the air. But Karazin had other things to think of, such as the Rahkshi who had started the avalanche and the green survivor. He landed next to her and pointed his staff directly at her, ignoring the basic instinct to attack and finish her off.
"Tell me," he asked, "why did the voice send you?
She looked up at him. "Because you are being insolent." she said boldly. "Have you not met the lord yet?"
Karazin shook his head. "No."
She grinned. "Then you do not know yet just how lucky you are."
"Lucky?" Karazin asked.
The other green Rahkshi landed just off to the side of the two watching Karazin wearily. The red Rahkshi continued.
"The Makuta, the beings who created us and rule the world, many of our kind are treated as the lowest of the low, but not ours. He gave you a name, correct?"
"Karazin." he replied without moving the staff away.
"Then you are already better than nearly all the Rahkshi in existence. Any other Makuta would have you obliterated for such an act of defiance. In fact, most Rahkshi wouldn't have even been able to do so, but our lord has given you meaning."
"Then why did he try and have me killed?"
The red shook her head. "Not killed, chastened. Though we are allowed our own freedom, our lord still demands certain things of us. And you have something that only a small handful of Rahkshi posses."
"And what might that be?"
She looked behind him. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Karazin twirled around and saw the most incredible-looking being he had seen. It could be none other than the voice that had first called to him, he knew this. The being was tall, at least twice the height of any Rahkshi, and wore dark green armor and carried a tall staff.
This being looked down at Karazin with deep orange eyes. Karazin nearly dropped his staff when the being started to talk. His voice was like thunder and it shook the ground beneath their feet.
"Karazin, there is a grand purpose for you. You have successfully proven yourself to be a powerful warrior. However, it was in defiance and you will pay for it. Now, I believe there is something you would like to ask me."
Karazin finished recoiling from his shock and began to speak. "There is indeed. First off, what is my purpose?"
"You will learn in due time. You have something unlike any others."
"And about that, what did the red mean when she said I have something only a few possess?"
"In time, I will tell you all." Karazin was growing annoyed at hearing that. "But for now, you are just what they would call 'a hatchling'. You need to be taught, and Fallon has volunteered herself to do such."
Karazin looked behind to see Fallon give him a grin. He turned back to face the Makuta before him.
"What is you purpose for me?" he tried once more.
There was a brief moment of silence. "You will know. You will know."
Karazin gave him a scathing look. "That's helpful."
More silence. "Fallon, I leave him to you."
There was a burst of shadows and the Makuta sank and disappeared. In the silence that succeeded it, Fallon came up to Karazin.
"Are you ready to begin your training oh-young-one?" she asked almost mockingly.
Karazin turned to face her. "Yes, I— ouch!"
Karazin twirled around to glare at the smirking green.
"The name's Respine," the green said. "And that was for smashing me with the staff."
Karazin glared at Respine, and Respine burst out with a laugh. Fallon cut in before Karazin could decide to lunge out.
"Come, Karazin, you have some learning to do, and a certain Rahkshi has some Matoran he forgot to round back up." she added with a quick glance at Respine, who gave one last chuckle and leapt down the mountainside.
Fallon led the way down the mountainside, and Karazin pondered. Just what was his purpose? Why was he here?
Whatever the reason was, he felt he was destined for more than the lord knew. Someday, he would become the best.