"Hear now, my son, what the prophecy says. When times are dark and all hope seems lost, the Protectors must unite, one from each tribe. Evoke the power of past and future, and look to the skies for an answer. When the stars align, six comets will bring timeless heroes… United, the elements hold the power to defeat evil. United, but not one."

- Narmoto, Protector of Fire, telling his son the Prophecy of Heroes. Five hundred years ago...


The Temple of Time had seen better days. Once the most revered place in all of Okoto, it turned into a giant block of stone. As Torren walked up the stairs, blue cloak billowing, he had a closer look at the damage. In the five centuries after the death of Ekimu the Mask Maker, snow, wind, and rain cracked the sturdy rocks, so much so the stairway appeared to have veins. If an army went up the steps, the entire thing would crumble and join the stubs of obelisks below.

For Torren's lonesome self, he reached the top and saw five other figures waiting under the arches of the Temple's doorway, their distinct and respective cloaks wrapped around their bodies. Their oh-so colorful masks, and their moods, turned from each other to the latest arrival.

The first to speak was Ferra, the Protector of the Stone Tribe. "Punctual as ever, Torren," she said sardonically, her eyes sneering behind her brown mask.

Torren, Protector of the Water Tribe, a hand over his heartlight and humbly bowed his blue mask. "I do apologize," he told her, and the others. "I was delayed back home."

"Trouble with the boys?" Ruka, Protector of the Jungle Tribe, said with a tone as light as her green color.

"Yes, Waya and Mizu are quite a handful. It took me forever to just keep them still. Plus, the walk through the frost took time," Torren chuckled at his half-lie. In truth, his sons were placed under guard, and his journey had been short. The Temple of Time was between the Region of Jungle and his home in the Water Region, but Torren delayed himself to see if any of the Protectors would answer his call.

Protector Ignar of the Fire Tribe, the tallest and most notable in his red mask, shivered under his fine cloak and growled. "Alright, we're all here, Torren, as we agreed. Now, let's hurry inside."

Now, Ferra narrowed her gaze on Ignar. "What's the rush? Afraid you'll be a block of ice?"

Ignar turned to the black-clad Protector hunched beside Ferra. "Hanu, tell your friend here to shut up!"

As always, Hanu of the Earth Tribe was steady and silent under his rugged cape. The unanswered Ignar growled again. "If they don't shut up, we'll all freeze to death!"

"Not all of us will," the deep, chilly voice of Hunarr, Protector of Ice, said from his isolated corner.

"Quiet you!" Ignar snapped, shooting a red glare at his white, icy counterpart.

"Maybe not freeze to death. Maybe catch a cold an' burn up!" Ruka exclaimed with a 'tee hee.'

"Protectors, please, please!" Torren cut in. "We're all here for the same purpose! Please, just this once, let us do this without fighting!"

Silence fell over the others quickly, and those with sneering or joking expressions stared stoically at Torren's impassioned blue mask. At last, Hunarr said, "Very well."

"Just this once," Ignar begrudgingly agreed, and so did everyone else, to Torren's relief.

One by one, the Protectors entered the ancient structure. As they walked on the ancient floor, the cold breeze touched their masks' curved extensions. No one noticed, their glowing eyes focused on the elevated platform in the center. It remained in the dark as ever, since the temple no longer radiated as it used to. The Protectors knew that would change, if only for a moment.

The six spread out until they formed a ring around the platform, and each was presented a staircase. For Ignar and Hunarr, they strode up in powerful steps; Hanu hobbled on the rock while Ferra's feet thumped on it; Ruka skipped a few steps; and Torren stepped gently and gracefully upward. Reaching the top, the Protectors stood on a symbol of their respective element and stared at the small pit in the center. "Is everyone ready?" Torren asked from his symbol.

Ignar huffed. "Let's get this over with."

Torren turned back to the pit. Ready, or not, it did not matter. This was perhaps the only chance they had. This had to be done, or else… that Torren did not want to think about right now.

The Protectors faced their metal palms to the pit. As one, they recited the ancient prophecy that had been passed down, from one Protector to the next. Five hundred years ago, it brought their world's saviors. Now, the Protectors hoped it would do so again.

As the chanting continued, colorful light lanced from the Protectors' hands and into the pit. Inside the pit, their chanting, their message, began to take root. Blue water gave it life, and red fire lit it as white ice honed it to a tooth. Yellow stone and purple earth set the groundwork and hardened its fiery core, and green jungle covered it with the finishing touches.

The pit glowed, and had the Protectors turned, they would have seen the writing on the walls glow too, speaking of heroes long past and yet to be known. They stared in front of them, eyes down in the pit, from whence their message beamed upwards in white light.

The light went higher, through the open roof and into the skies above. Six masks watched the trail of light thin until it disappeared into the dark sky. Then, Hunarr asked, "Now what?"

"Now, we wait," was all Torren said as he went for the exit.

The Protectors followed Torren's example. They already had much to worry about, and they now knew they would have more on their hands. As they left, however, they were unaware of the lightning flashing in the distance.


As the storm brewed over over Okoto's Region of Water, the boat drifted away from the coast. The rocking waves pushed up against the boat's metal hull, making it sway back and forth enough for anyone to become seasick. For young Mizu commandeering the boat, he looked up, and his blue mask lit up from the flash of lightning. "Come on, Waya bring the rods!" he called from the steering wheel.

"I'm coming Mizu, I'm coming!" answered a smaller figure.

Waya, Mizu's younger brother, ran onto the giant deck with a few thick, metallic rods in his hands. Waya, whose light blue mask showed uncertainty, handed his taller brother one rod. "You know," he cried over the thunder, "dad wouldn't like us doing this!"

"Yeah, well, he's not here!" Mizu snipped, placing his rod in back end of the boat. "After we're done, we'll be the famous lightning catchers in all of Okoto!"

"Or be burnt to a crisp," muttered Waya, who placed his rod in the frontal bow.

Mizu did not hear it, and he turned to the sky above. "It's coming! Get ready!"

Waya, having practiced their routine beforehand, readied himself. He waved back and forth on the deck and inserted the final rod into the stud in the center. Waya looked up, expecting for lightning to strike. However, the blue hints in his eyes caught something else. "Mizu, look!" Waya housed with a pointed finger.

Mizu turned to where his little brother was pointing. It was in the distance, where the sky was not covered by stormy clouds. In that distance, six bright lights, brighter than the stars, shone with a distinctive color.

The ridges above Mizu's eyes rose in shock. "What's that?"

Before either brother knew it, the six lights fell. The single points had left colorful lines in the sky as they came down. One in particular, a blue light, shone brighter and bigger than the rest. That, Waya realized, was because it was getting closer.

"Uh, Mizu, it's coming this way-"

"I know!" Mizu interrupted his brother to keep calm.

The blue light, which turned out to be a comet, grew bigger as it came closer. Minutes, perhaps seconds passed when the waters frothed about, rocking the boat even more. Mizu kept a tight grip on the wheel, while Waya slid back and forth before grabbing on the rod implanted in the center and held onto it with his dear life.

Then, the comet hit the ocean. Large waves of water rippled from the epicenter and stretched out to everything nearby, including the lonesome boat. "HOLD OOOOOOOOON!" Mizu shouted.

Waves crashed into the boat, and some water spewed onto the desk. Everything rocked from one side to the other. Barely holding onto the steering wheel, Mizu could barely hear his little brother call out to him. "Mizu! The storm's coming!"

Mizu looked up. It was true. The storm was now overhead. There would be no way for them to escape it. "Get ready!" he shouted.

As the storm now fell over the boat, clouds and rain darkened Mizu's vision. Only the occasional bolt of lightning showed which direction the boat was going. The several seconds stretched out into chaotic minutes. Waya shouted something, but Mizu could not hear it over the thunder and crash of waves.

As the boat rocked to one side, Waya had been yanked away from the center rod and crashed into the side. "WAYA!" Mizu shouted.

Waya did not fall off, thank the elements. He crawled back up to his feet and shouted something. Again, Mizu did not hear him.

Everything that happened next was a blur. The fiercer the storm grew, so did the waters. Between the faint lines of lightning and the constant rocking, it was difficult to even keep track of where the boat was even going.

In that massive storm, the boat rocked violently again. Before Mizu could wonder, the lightning flashed through the storm's haze, and Mizu saw it clearly; a third figure on the boat.

This was not a regular Okotan. No, it was taller. Much taller.

That figure stood beside the unsuspecting Waya, towering over him. Mizu would have rushed to his brother's side, but the giant did not pay attention to Waya or even Mizu. It went over to the front of the boat without falling overboard.

There was another flash, revealing a massive spear pointed upwards. As it did, something happened. The bolts that flashed randomly appeared in quick succession, one after the other, and each struck onto the spear. Mizu watched from afar, surprised, and even Waya took notice of the mysterious figure, whose spear shone brighter than the lightning itself.

Crackling with the very lightning it caught, the spear unleashed it back onto the skies above. Mizu and Waya looked away from the bright flash erupting from the spear. For several second, neither of the brothers could look straight at the light.

After several seconds, the light was gone. To Mizu and Waya's surprise, so was the storm and the chaos that came with it.

Now in a still boat on still waters, Mizu and Waya could only stare at their savior as the former wordlessly let go of the steering wheel and walked over to the latter's side. On the boat's bow, the mystery being stood there, hunched over and breathing heavily with exertion as one hand released its grip on the frontal rod. As the giant stood straight, both Okotans could only watch in surprise.

"No way…" Mizu heard his brother, but it was so quiet, he was not sure if it was real.

Under the clear skies, there he stood, like a tall statue. Dim moonlight gleamed off the purple armor, also revealing a blue bolt painted in the center. A round mask, equally purple, faced to the Okotans, the younger of whom stared at the pair of horns extending from the mask's crown.

The being turned and asked in a deep voice, "Are you two okay?"

Silence met the question. The two brothers sat there, staring in awe at this strange being who rescued their lives. The same being slammed the butt end of his spear onto the deck of their boat.

The loud CLANG pulled the two brothers out their shock. The yellow eyes of their savior glowed as he spoke again, "I asked: are you two okay?"

Mizu and Waya nodded, too shocked to say a word. It took them several seconds before Mizu could even speak. "Who… who are you?" he asked.

"You don't know?" the being asked incredulously. When the brothers shook their masks, he sighed. "I suppose I should introduce myself then..."

One crystalline-like hand on his spear and the other on his hip, the being stood proudly and declared to the two Okotans, "... My name is Voriki, the Toa of Lightning! Now, who has summoned me?"


AN: And that's chapter 1! I hope you all liked it, and I would appreciate it if you would leave a review to let me know what you think.

Bit of a disclaimer: This iteration of Toa Voriki is inspired the faked character of the same name from Bionicle's original run (2001-2010), meant to serve as the seventh Toa to original six heroes (the Toa Mata in 2001, who became the Toa Nuva in 2002) before a certain Toa of Light came around in 2003. I can't say whom the original Voriki belongs to, as I couldn't find the original creator's name. That being said, this is a different iteration of Voriki for G2 and he is different from his fan-made counterpart for G1.

Raika out.