A/N- Heyo! So… yup! I have done a prologue! So, you guys ready to get a look into the past…?

Okay okay! This is really late, I know! Real life got in the way, depression, writer's block… did I mention that I lost my summer job for something that wasn't even my fault? Agh! A woman's period is not taboo! And the next person who says that to my face is gonna get decked!

…As you can see, I've had to deal with my fair share of issues. Also, HUGE shout out to Twilightsage121! She has kept me sane during this trying time! And on a higher note, my family is fully vaccinated! Yay! I can see my grandparents again! God I missed them!

So, as for the first chapter, I'm maybe… 50% there? Idk. I try to aim for a minimum of 7500 words per chapter, so they're long and satisfying, like episodes! But, I can't pump them out weekly. I'm going to try and add prologues from now on for each new arc, because I have had YEARS to work out my own take on the lore and things like that. So, they'll be important! Even if they make zero sense at first… oh well!

Alright, let's get into it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bionicle, only my OC Emma and little portions of the plot. Credit to MakutaMutran for letting me use his novelizations of the overall canon as the basis for my plot (as in what's going on canonically). Also, don't own the movie 'Legends of Metru Nui', or the novel 'Voyage of Fear'. That's LEGO's. Please note that I have added some creative liberty to this chapter, so if it isn't in the canon in any way (ie. pretty much the majority if not all of this chapter), it's MINE. No stealy.

Warning: Future (possible!) spoilers ahead! Read at own risk! ;D


About 7000 years ago, an island off the Northern Continent…

A Ga-Matoran made her way across the beach near her small village, collecting shells and shiny stones for trade and jewellery making. As she knelt down to brush the fine sand of a small shell, she noticed something by some rocks. Curious, the blue armoured Matoran moved closer, climbing over the jagged rocks carefully…

And she gasped seeing a boat wrecked in the rocks, a tall red form laying inside.


Groaning, two molten gold eyes opened as he stirred. The red form looked around, blinking, blearily seeing that he was inside a small hut. He groaned as he struggled to push himself up on his elbows, trying to remember what happened, only to hear a gasp from his right. Turning his head, he saw a blue Matoran standing in the doorway. He tried to speak, only his throat was dry and no sound came out.

"You need t-to lay down…" the Ga-Matoran quickly came over, and gently pushed him down. "Your boat crashed into some rocks… you're lucky to be alive."

The male stared at her, confused… before shooting bolt upright as his memory slammed back. "No!" He scrambled to get up, and the Matoran yelped and stumbled back. But the male ended up falling back, suddenly lightheaded as the blood rushed from his head.

The Ga-Matoran breathed fast as she stared at the male, before getting to her feet. She went over to him, her heart breaking as the tall fire elemental struggled to get back up. "Y-You need to rest… p-please…"

The male sighed, a few tears pricking his eyes. "A-Alright…" he croaked, and let himself lay back as the female wet a cloth and gently dabbed his forehead. After a click of silence and letting the Matoran work, she gave him some water that the male gratefully sipped.

Sighing a little in relief as the cool water soothed his raw throat, the red armoured male looked at the Matoran as she folded some cloths he knocked over. He watched her for a bit, before asking softly, "Where am I?"

The Ga-Matoran jumped a little, before letting out a breath. "On a small island just northwest of the Northern Continent. We're a small fishing village that also trades shells, shiny rocks and homemade objects…"

"I… see." The male let out a soft breath. "I guess I travelled pretty far…" he clenched his fists, trembling a little.

The Matoran gently rested a hand on his shoulder. "Did something happen?" She asked softly.

The male let out a short, humourless laugh. "'Did something happen'? Of course something happened!" He hit his fist against his armoured leg, making a small clang as metal hit metal. "I failed! I failed my commander! I failed my teammates! I-I failed at my duty!" He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back tears. "Instead of fighting… I-I ran…"

The Ga-Matoran looked at him silently for a long moment, before gently taking his hand. She didn't say anything, just comforted the novice and young Toa of Fire in silence as he grieved.


The Ga-Matoran stormed into her hut, shaking silently in fury as she clenched a tablet in her hand. "Those good for nothing glitches-!"

The novice Toa looked up from where he was cleaning a fish. "Rough day?" He asked softly. He had been staying with the Matoran for the past few eight-days as he recovered, and started helping his saviour out.

The Ga-Matoran growled, and tossed the tablet to him. "This!"

The Toa read it over, his brows going up so high they almost left his forehead. "Goodness…"

The female stared at him. "'Goodness'?! I just lost my only way of getting income and that's all you can say?!" She snarled and kicked a small stack of baskets. "I gave that job everything and how do they repay me?! 'Oh, sorry dear, but we need to cut staff and decided to cut you.'" She let out a small scream and kicked a basket. "WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SALARY! WE WERE GIVEN 75% OF THE COMMISION WE SOLD! INDIVIDUALLY! "

The Fire Toa leaned back as the Matoran had a mini-fit, his eyes wide… "Umm, why don't you go into fishing?" He braced himself as the Ga-Matoran snapped her head towards him, her red-orange eyes filled with rage. Swallowing, nervous, the Toa quickly clarified. "I-I mean you f-fish t-to right? S-So why d-don't you go into it?" His voice pitched up a little at the end. Toa or not, nothing was scarier to him than an enraged female.

The Ga-Matoran stared at him, growling… and then slowly became thoughtful. "You're right…" She then rushed out, leaving the Toa to watch her go. The male was silent, before he let out a breath and gave his head a shake… 13,500 years old and he still didn't understand females.

At least I calmed her down… she didn't deserve to lose her job though. Matoran can be so cruel to each other. He sighed and went back to cleaning the fish. At least she got a new job…


Present Day…

Toa Vakama opened his eyes, blinking as he stared up at the tunnel ceiling. What kind of dream was that? He asked himself, sitting up a little. He looked at his team, seeing Matau fighting the controls while the others slept, barely keeping the transport stable. Sighing, he laid back down, closing his eyes as he tried to go back to sleep. As he began to drift back off again he wondered… And why did they seem so familiar…?


6905 years ago…

The Toa of Fire stood by the beach, waiting a bit impatiently. He looked at what was in his hand, then back up as he shifted a little. He then perked up seeing a boat make its way towards the village pier, and he watched from a distance as the Matoran on it unloaded their catch. The villagers had gotten used to having him around, and he did provide protection from rogue rahi and a few thieves. However, he was more focused on one Matoran in particular…

He smiled as the Ga-Matoran who took him in came jogging over, smiling big. The Toa knelt to her level, and made almost a purring sound as they pressed foreheads for a long moment. The male then scooped her up, chuckling as she laughed, before his face burned under his mask as she pressed her forehead against his cheek. Some nearby Ga-Matoran watched jealously as they headed off, but the two ignored them.

The Fire Toa carried the Matoran towards an outcrop by the beach, and set her down on a rock. The female smiled up at him, curious. "Why'd you bring me over here and not home?"

The male shifted a little, nervous, before taking a breath. "I wanted us to be somewhere special for this…" he then knelt before her, and held up a necklace made of small red and blue gemstones with a shell centrepiece. The female's eyes widened, tears pooling in her eyes. "You… oh Mata Nui…"

The Toa smiled nervously. "I love you so much… and I can't see the rest of my life without you." He gently placed the necklace around her neck. "I want to be your lifemate… until the end of time."

The Ga-Matoran started crying, before flinging her arms around his neck. "Yes! Yes yes yes!"

The male beamed in joy, and hugged her tightly. The two then pressed Kanohi for a long time, just enjoying being in the other's presence. They were meant for each other… nothing could tear them apart.


6875 years ago…

"NORA! NORA!" The Toa screamed through the howling wind, ignoring the rain pelting him. His vision was blurred by the torrent, and the tears streaming down his face. "NORA!"

But there was no answer, not that he expected one as the storm raged over the island and the surrounding waters. Helplessly, he stared out over the raging ocean… before screaming in agony and falling to his knees. "NORAAAAAAAAAAA!"

He fell onto his side and started crying, unable to hold the heartbreak inside. He stayed on that cliff, even after the storm had long passed… and it was where the villagers found him, unconscious and cold, but alive. The Toa, however, felt empty inside, and wouldn't react to what was around him… he had lost everything.

But far, far away, a lone, small boat, a life raft, drifted through the silvery waters… a Ga-Matoran laying inside, breathing hard… a tiny bundle with a little red mask sticking out in her arms. The tiny form was wailing, and Nora smiled weakly as she held the infant close. "Shh… shh… hush my little flame… hush now…" she weakly pressed foreheads with the newborn, before looking to the cloudy sky as a tear fell, which was washed away by the light rain. "I'm sorry my love…" and her eyes closed as she fell silent, the infant tucked to her chest as the boat drifted.


Present…

Vakama woke up again, panting hard… What was that?!

He grabbed his head, groaning a little. Who was that Toa? That Matoran? The Matorling?! Why did he see that?! And… why did they feel so familiar?

He sat up fully, placing his head against his knees. His visions were always strange… but these felt more like glimpses into events. But were they passed events, or future ones…? And why are they so familiar? Vakama wondered to himself, feeling conflicted inside. The visions- or were they dreams?- were trying to tell him something. But… what?

He sighed, noticing the others were starting to stir. He pushed his thoughts about the strange dreams to the back of his mind, focusing on the present. They had a duty, a mission to achieve… he needed to focus on that.

Nothing else mattered.


A/N - So… that's a wrap!

Kidding! Put the torches down! This is still just the prologue… so there's obviously more to come. A short prologue, but it's all I got for this. I'll try to get Chapter 1 out as soon as I can, though no promises. My next year of university is coming up, and I'm seeing my grandparents at the end of August, so I'll be getting ready for those. And, of course, real life can be a piece of rahi-dung. Joy.

So, thoughts? This was my first prologue in a long, long time, so feedback would be nice! As long as it's not flames; those aren't nice. And of course, what was with those dreams…? XD You'll just have to guess and wait and see!

Oh, and the 'years ago' part was for your benefit and my own. I have read stories with flashbacks or visions, or pieces of plot not related to the main story in a conceivable way, that don't give a time when they occur, so it ends up leaving everyone going "wait, when did this happen?" which leads to plot holes and clashing moments and just a whole lot of yikes. It's worse when the reader isn't sure if it's a dream, past event, or a current event, and thus when they think it's one thing, but it turns out to be another, it leaves the reader going back and rereading, extremely confused.

Been there, done that, it sucked. I don't fault the author if that's their choice, but personally I find that annoying. Especially when it's hard to recall which chapter which happened… It's why I give my chapters titles. Personally, for me it helps me, as the author, to keep track of what's when. Especially since I have books divided into arcs which are divided into chapters… As a reader, it's also easier to find when something happened if a reread is necessary.

The one thing I won't add are summaries. One, to avoid spoilers, and two… so I have more room to write more story or author note. I have seen where some readers who review only read the summary of a chapter and review that (on someone else's work), believing it to be 'boring' or 'lame filler', thus missing say… an important moment that's not related to the action but is integral to the plot. Then, said readers go and complain…

Yeah. Also, fillers aren't always there just to fill space. They are moments of either normality, a calm before a storm, or just something that the author wanted to write but is integral to the plot.

I did get a minor complaint about some of my spelling, so I wish to clarify. I was born American, and moved to Canada over five years ago. As such, I'm still working on adjusting to Canadian spelling. Like color (US) vs colour (CAN), and favorite vs favourite… yeah.

Also, I'm going to be back online for school, because apparently no one wants to get vaccinated! It's like the flu shot! I'm afraid of needles and I still got it! I wanna live! I want my family to live! And if this keeps me from being on a ventilator, then I am ALL for it. The virus KILLS. And I'd really, really like to go back in-person!

Sigh, sorry about the mini-rant, but I'm not one to shy away from vocalizing my thoughts and opinions. Especially since I lost all my uni friends because they believed that they were invincible from the virus. Two are now on ventilators from the delta-variant, one is suffering from long-term blood clots with their younger sibling severely ill, and another lost their grandparents and father because they brought it home. The virus kills. No one is immune. But Pfizer and Mederma can at least provide a 96% barrier. And that's better than 0.

I don't want to hear about anyone else dying from something that, then get blamed for not 'pushing them harder to get it'. Well, when I tried, you unfriended me! Don't blame me for your folly.

Until next time.

Next – Chapter 1: Mystery of the Passage