Hello, everyone! This is my first fic on the site, so R&R, but please, no flames.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own BIONICLE, LEGO or any of the characters (except for Atthhu, Adha, Linali/Lenalhii, Anietu, Onatua, Ichawa, Auka/Atukam, Turaga Enjahu, and the Krologycle). Also, with the exception of Maoatu Nui/Nhuii, I own none of the locations, with even Hagah Nui being in question. And the Masks? I own only the Kapexx, "Raurua," "Pakaukau," Paalmha, Paalhda, Paaljho, Szertaah, Mattakhii, and Toulakhii. Possibly more, but those will do for now.

ERA: 8,000 Years After The Pirakan Ignition

TIME: 0400 Hours

LOCATION: The Ruins Of Makuta's Lair

"Makuta...your death will not be in vain...we will pick up where you left off...what you left behind...what was your destiny...what is now ours."

Chapter I: Unknown Enemies

TIME: 1300 Hours

LOCATION: Hagah Nui

It was a time of prosperity. It seemed as if the threat of shadows had been eliminated. Even so, the Turaga continued to tell the tales of the late Toa Nuva. No, not those Turaga. You do recall the Toa Inika, right? They would be the Turaga I'm talking about. Am I confusing you? Maybe I should clear a few things up:

1. The Toa Nuva have died and are now Great Spirits like Mata Nui.

2. The Toa Inika have become Turaga.

3. Takanuva's still among us, and he's still a Toa. How lucky can you get?

So, anyway, now that you have a basic idea of what I'm talking about, let's get on with it. The Turaga Inika arrived at Kini-Hagah to begin their weekly routine of telling the Legend of the Bionicle. Soon a large crowd of Matoran gathered around the temple.

Turaga Hahli stood up. "Gathered friends, listen again to the Legend of the biological chronicle...sorry, Bionicle."

That's strange, thought Turaga Nuparu. Why would she say "biological chronicle?"

"...because we are here..."

Suddenly, the ground in the center of the temple exploded, throwing Hahli and several Matoran into the air. A hideous gray beast emerged from the crater. Two similar creatures followed it, only they were aquamarine and cyan. They looked similar to Toa in almost every aspect, except for their eyes. Their eyes were bloodshot, with a kind of evil determination behind them. The gray one wore the Kanohi Sanok, Mask of Accuracy, the aquamarine Toa-creature wore the Kanohi Kadin, Mask of Flight, and the cyan Toa-thing wore the Kanohi Kapexx, Mask of Memory.

"Your worst fears have been realized!" said the gray one. "The power of Pogajical will crush you!"

"And if it doesn't," said the aquamarine creature, "the power of Whemojical (that's me) surely will!"

"Hey," said the cyan one. "Don't forget me."

"Uh, sorry Leojical," said Pogajical.

"Uh-oh..." said Turaga Matoro.

"Oh dear..." said Turaga Hewkii.

"Déjà vu," said the spirit of Toa Gali.

"Of course," said Whemojical, "we are willing to spare you if you reveal to us the location of...what are we looking for again?"

"Leojical," said Pogajical. "You're the one with the Mask of Memory. Do you remember?"

"Oh, honestly!" said Leojical. "Can't you boys remember anything by yourselves? We're looking for the Great Mask of Mata Nui...the Mattakhii."

A gasp came forth from almost the entire crowd.

"Mata Nui..." said Turaga Jaller.

A Ta-Matoran stepped up. "No one knows where it lies," he said. "Last anyone knew, it was on Mata Nui's face."

"You would dare challenge us?" said Whemojical. "Just who are you?"

"I am Kapura," said the Ta-Matoran. "Would you mind telling me who...uh, what you are?"

"Yes," said Pogajical. "All you need to know is that we are seeking the Mattakhii so that we may rule the world alongside our leader, the Heir of Makuta."

"And you're gonna tell us where the Mask is," said Leojical, "or lose your precious lives...and your more precious virtues."

"We do not know where the Mask rests," said Jaller. "And you will regret threatening us. We have a weapon, too."

Suddenly, a blinding light appeared in front of the Toa-creatures. The light was so intense, the creatures screamed. They retreated towards Ga-Hagah.

"Don't let them killwreck anything!" yelled Turaga Kongu.

"I don't plan to!" said the light. It was Takanuva.

Takanuva ran after the creatures. It wasn't long before he caught up with them. "Not so fast, you..."

But they weren't wrecking anything. They instead stole the last boat at the dock and stepped on it. The boat flew into the horizon like a Gukko bird in a hurricane.

"...Now what?" said Takanuva.

X X X X X

Atthhu turned, spun, dodged, ducked, flew, and finally wiped out on his Lava Surfboard. But he didn't fall into the lava. He rather preferred water, which was strange for a Ta-Matoran. But he wasn't exactly a Ta-Matoran, despite the fact that he lived in the Village of Fire. You see, Atthhu lived on Maoatu Nui (Nhuii in their tongue) and they had different locations than the ones we're used to:

1. Mha-Vatasu (Fire)

2. Adh-Vatasu (Ice)

3. Ahl-Vatasu (Water)

4. Hda-Vatasu (Stone)

5. Jho-Vatasu (Earth)

6. Mei-Vatasu (Air)

(Note that "Vatasu" is the Maoaturan equivalent of "Wahi." Also, gender is no longer exclusive to type, as there are male Ahl-Maoaturans and female of others.)

So, anyway, that would make him a Mama Waturan...sorry, Mha-Maoaturan.

"Wow," said Atthhu as he surfaced. "That was fun."

"I bet," said a female voice just behind him. "Need a lift?"

Atthhu turned around and saw a boat. In it was his Ahl-Maoaturan friend, Lenalhii.

"Thanks, Li," said Atthhu as he boarded.

"Don't mention it, Thu," Lenalhii said.

"How many time must I ask you," Atthhu said with a chuckle, "not to call me 'Thu?' "

"Why not?" Lenalhii giggled. "It's cute!"

"Li!" Atthhu laughed, punching her lightly in the shoulder.

They had this conversation every week. There were those who thought there was more than friendship on their minds.

When at last they reached shore, they found their Ahl-Vatasuran friend, Auka, waiting for them. It was at this point one could finally get a good look at them.

Atthhu was tall, his body a bright red, his feet, hands and mask a vibrant silver. He wore a combination of the Mask of Translation and the Mask of Wisdom, which his Mei-Maoaturan buddy, Ichawa, had dubbed the "Raurua."

Lenalhii (once called "Linali," renamed for her deeds in a war long past) was about Atthhu's height. Her body was a bright blue, her hands, feet and mask a darker blue. She wore what looked like the Kanohi Kaukau Nuva, but from above it looked like a Kanohi Pakari. Ichawa had dubbed this the "Pakaukau."

Auka was much shorter than both of them, but still taller than your average Matoran. His body was the same color as Lenalhii's, as were his hands, feet and mask. He wore the Kanohi Hau Nuva. For reasons no one could fathom, he spoke a combination of Metruan and Maoaturan. Of course, everyone could still unterstand him. And for your benefit, everyone will speak English.

Strangely enough, someone - or something - did get a good look at them. It watched from a nearby bush as the three Matoran walked toward the base of Mount Paalnhuii, watched as they walked into the fog, watched them walking until they were gone.

Then, the red eyes that peered through the bush vanished, followed shortly by a low whisper:

"Three down...eleven to go."

Author's Note: I understand that this first chapter was short and stupid, but it's gonna get better. Trust me. Please.