*Before reading this, please make sure that you've read all Bionicle books and serials.

**As this is completely unofficial, and Lego has given no evidence that they intend to continue Bionicle, I am taking several liberties with this project. Firstly, this story will countermand any plot that takes place after the end of chapter four of the serial Reign of Shadow. Secondly, I have never been a fan of the Glatorian and the addition of Bota and Bara Magna into the story. In my universe, these places do not exist. The Mata Nui robot stands in a planet completely covered in water, but for the reason of not confusing this with the official story, I won't refer to it as Aqua Magna. All I ask is that if you intend to read this, you suspend your knowledge of the official story for my version. In terms of comments, I am always open to constructive criticism, which means you can give me suggestions on how to do things and make them better. Just know that I won't go back and change any plot that I've written based on your whims. I am, however, always open to suggestions.

Thanks, and enjoy my vision for how Bionicle should have ended.

-Demeros

Chapter I

Lariska could honestly say that she enjoyed Makuta's reign.

Of course she would do everything in her power to end it, he was a being in no mental state to be ruling a universe, and she felt that she was as entitled as any of her former peers to take revenge on him for his attempted elimination of most of the Dark Hunters. But while she hated him with all of what little soul she had, he had made her life the most interesting it had been in several hundred years. On Odina, the Shadowed One had become increasingly paranoid as the years went by, and she found her missions had become few and far between.

Maybe I'll have to kill him when we're done with Teridax.

That would have to wait until another time however. Her fellow Dark Hunter, Guardian, had been killed on the way. Currently, she was sailing with two Toa Nuva, a Ko-Matoran, a member of the dispersed Order of Mata Nui, and some subterranean, shape shifting Rahi.

Her eyes shifted over to Krahka, standing by herself near the back of the boat. What does this one think she's playing at? If Makuta catches us, he'll kill the rest of us immediately. She'll probably become his pet or something...

The Dark Hunter's musings were cut short by Tahu's succinct call. "We've arrived."

The island wasn't much to look at, it was one of those in the western chain that had never been colonized by Matoran and didn't have any intelligent life of its own. Perfect for the spawning grounds of the Rahkshi that the Makuta used so effectively in combat.

A tremor shook the water as the boat struck the rocky shore, sending small waves that smoothed sand that had been untouched for years. Lariska followed Tahu and the others onto the land.

Mazeka and Teridax trekked across the dense jungle of Voya Nui, the latter using condensed blasts of light to cut away the shrubbery. The island had been at peace for the first time after the removal of the Mask of Life, and had largely been untouched by the war between the Makuta and the Order of Mata Nui. To an outsider, they would seem an odd pair; a Matoran and Makuta walking side by side, but an outsider wouldn't have known that this Teridax hailed from another universe, where Makuta had continued in their service of the great beings. In return for his old enemy Vultraz, Mazeka had received the aid of the white-armored Makuta.

Teridax had explained to the Matoran that the core of the Nui robot lay far beneath the island, in a place called Karda Nui. They intended to find it and sabotage Makuta from his own energy source.

As they reached the inner area of the island, Mazeka held his hand up, signaling the white-armored being to halt. Teridax looked back at him with a knowing smile.

"I heard it too."

"What do you think it might be?" asked Mazeka.

"We're about to find out." The Makuta turned to the side, and with a quick movement of his armored claw, he was holding a squirming Po-Matoran in the air.

Velika smiled to himself as he looked down at the creature who held him in a shining claw. The rapidity of events had definitely changed since the Toa left the island, and he was glad to be in the middle of things again.

The white-armored being seemed to have no intention of putting him down, so Velika began to make himself comfortable while the other Matoran barraged him with a slew of questions.

"Who are you? How do we get to Karda Nui? Do you know what has happened to the Order of Mata Nui?"

While he half-listened to Mazeka, Velika also felt the Matoran's companion attempting to read his mind. Whatever he finds in there, he won't understand.

Velika replied to them both in his usual matter, muttering, and "Nui Rama only succeed in angering the Ash Bear."

The pair looked at him in confusion. After a few seconds, the Matoran turned away. "I don't have time for this. Leave him."

Velika tensed himself in anticipation as his captor dropped him to the muddy earth. He lay there for a few minutes, feigning unconsciousness, then stood up and quietly followed them into the brush.

Macku followed behind Kapura and Hafu, conversing with their newfound Toa-ally. She was glad that they had found her before the Rahkshi and Exo-Toa serving "Turaga" Ahkmou.

The blue-armored warrior seemed very ancient, and Macku had taken it upon herself to explain the events since Lhikan's death in Metru Nui so many years before. For her part, the Toa quietly took in everything she said, a stable expression of faked interest showing in her eyes. She had guessed much of the story herself.

As the recap came to an end, the Matoran asked the one question that Tuyet had been preparing to answer. "So how did you get to the Archives, and why has no one heard of you in so many years?"

Tuyet inspected her armored hands as she they continued down the tunnel. "I've been busy with my own affairs."

Macku took in the cracked and scarred armor that the Toa wore. "Those must have gone well..."

Tuyet glared at her, but quickly averted her gaze. "There were... complications." She briefly reflected on the infuriating 2,000 years of dimension-hopping. The Toa smiled darkly, "But now I'm here, and we have a universe to bring down."

Turn, Tren Krom repeated, his rending voice sending chills down Lewa's spine. The latter did so and gasped as he saw the ancient monstrosity that spoke to him.

"Happy-cheer," Lewa muttered to himself as he took in the creature. Tren Krom was little more than a pulsating mound of flesh glued into the rocky wall, with crimson tentacles erratically feeling their way around the dark cave. Yet the cave was filled with a dense feeling of ancient power that showed he was not to be judged on appearance alone. Lewa instinctively took a step back.

"I was quick-sent here by Artakha..."

I know why you have come"

"Then you have to ever-help me find him. He sounded like he was in trouble-bad."

It is too late for him. We have our own path to follow.

"We?"

If he had had a face, Tren Krom would have smiled. Not exactly.

Lewa cried out as tendrils of dark energy pierced his armor. The world was suddenly distorted and he lost his footing, falling to the ground. Everything started to spin until suddenly he was looking at himself, kneeling on the floor. To his astonishment, Lewa saw his own body stand and brush himself off, but there was something wrong with the way the Toa stood, like he wasn't entirely comfortable in his own armor.

All at once, Lewa realized what had happened, he looked down at himself, now in Tren Krom's old prison. As Tren Krom walked out of the cave and into the sunlight, he faintly heard a certain Toa emitting a mental scream that sounded across the island.