And here's the second chapter! Sorry it's a bit short, but I'm trying to make it last longer (with college classes, choir, and everything else, it's a little hard to find time to write). Don't worry, this story isn't totally Kopaka-centric, he's just really fun to write about (and my favorite Toa). He's probably still mad at me for knocking him out in the first chapter, but it was the only way to make him hold still long enough to actually meet someone! Anyway, thank you everyone for reviewing, especially wolf girl811, who was the first to review. And I know it's a bit confusing right now, but I'll explain more along the way.

Ah! I knew I'd forget to add something in the first chapter! Disclaimer: I do not own Bionicle in any way, shape, or form, only a few Bionicle figures, which don't really count, and I'm not making any money whatsoever on this fan fiction.

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Kopaka's first thought when he woke up was panic. He was in an unfamiliar place, without his armor, he felt incredibly weak, and his arm was bleeding. His second instant of consciousness, his recent memory all came rushing back to him: the hurricane-like feel of the transportation blast, the moments of confusion and shock at his and his brother's and sister's (and his own) transformations, the ambush that had sent them running in different directions, the blast that sent him hurdling into the water, and the girl who had saved his life. He paused a bit at this then sat up cautiously. Aside from the throbbing in his arm, he felt fine, a little drained, but no other injuries. Next to him, his armor was neatly stacked, along with his ice blade and his shield. Kopaka frowned in confusion, but put his armor on, all but the piece that would go over his wound. The gash on his arm was too painful. He had turned to leave when he heard someone coming through the forest. Kopaka turned to face his attacker, then saw the face of his rescuer. She was a pretty girl, not gorgeous, but pleasant, with long brown hair, a round face, and dark brown eyes.

"Hi," she said softly. "I brought you something to eat, in case you were hungry," She held out a small, flat dish of… something. Having been human for only ten to twelve hours, Kopaka had never seen anything like the food she handed him. He took the plate and tentatively tasted it. The flat, golden-brown things were good, as were the brown strips and yellow crumbly stuff. He finished it quickly

"Thank you," Kopaka said, handing her the empty plate.

"You liked it? I made it myself," she said, cheeks a bit pink. "M-my name's Lanie, by the way. Short for Elaine," she added.

"Kopaka," he replied. The Toa of Ice truly wanted to leave, but he somehow felt compelled to stay.

"How's your arm? Do you want me to look at it?" Lanie asked.

Kopaka considered refusing, but something about her sincere concern struck a chord in him, so held up his arm a little. Lanie gently pulled back the torn shirt.

"It's healing up well; I don't think it's deep enough that you'll need stitches, but you'll want to keep that armor of it. Just till it heals fully," she said matter-of-factly.

Kopaka nodded and watched Lanie cautiously. She held his gaze calmly, never wavering from his icy blue eyes.

"Lanie!" The call shattered the silence of the forest.

"I'll have to leave soon," Lanie murmured. Kopaka rose and turned to leave. "No, wait!" she said. The Toa of Ice turned to look at her. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

Kopaka paused then shook his head. He hadn't thought of where to go, just wanted to leave.

Lanie continued on. "I mean, if you don't have anywhere to go, you could, maybe…" she trailed off and averted her gaze, blushing.

"Hey, Lanie, where have we…oh, hi." A young man, about 20, appeared from the underbrush, looking surprised. Kopaka in turn gave him his signature glare.

"Oh, hi Sam. This is Kopaka. Kopaka, this is my brother, Sam," Lanie said. The young men nodded in greeting. "I found him last night, in the water," Lanie explained.

Sam looked at her oddly. "Well, that would explain your wet attire last night," he said with a chuckle.

"He doesn't have anywhere to go," Lanie continued, "And I was thinking, maybe he could stay with us, or something."

Both guys looked at her.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Come on, Sam. It's not like Mom and Dad would say no. They probably wouldn't even notice he's there, if they're even home," Lanie retorted.

"Yeah, but…" Sam started to say.

"No," Kopaka said, cutting off their trivial argument, and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Lanie called. "Where do you have to go?"

"What are you doing?" Sam whispered to his sister.

Lanie glared back at him, and turned to look imploringly at the departing Toa.

Kopaka turned back and looked at the two people standing in the foliage of the unfamiliar forest. As much as he hated to admit it, the girl was right. Kopaka had nowhere to go. The blast that brought him here had sent him hurdling through the sky. He had no idea where from it had sent him, nor did he know where to look for his brothers and sister. If he was to survive in this unfamiliar, strange land, he would need help. And that help was standing a little ways off, partially hidden by the thick foliage. The Toa of Ice turned back to the girl and boy watching him.

"All right," he said. "I will listen to your idea."

"I hope you know what you're doing," Sam muttered out of the side of his mouth.