Bionicle: Legends of the Toa
By: Little Lighting Bolt
Author's Note: This story takes place if the toa, turaga and all matoran, were human. Not in our world, but a slightly different one. I've created an original village with it's own characters and toa guardian. Mostly cause I felt there was WAY too much testosterone in Bionicle and wanted to add another girl. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
Prologue: The Time Before Time
Long ago, in the time before time, seven young matoran were called by Toa Lhikan and bestowed with incredible powers over the elements. From the East came Nokama of Ga-Metru, a teacher of languages and the ancient history of Metru Nui. She was given rule over all water. From the North cam Onewa the young genius architect of Po-Metru, he was given power over stone. From the West in the underground archives of Onu-Metru came Whenua, the archivist. Allowed to him was power over the earth. From the South came Matau, a virtual walking accident waiting to happen, who lived for testing the latest in Le-Metru's transportation technology. He was given the power to control the air. From the South West came Nuju from Ko-Metru, a young astrologer. He was granted the power of ice. From the central city of Ri-Koro came Ania, the naïve young healer who was given control of thunder. Finally from Ta-Metru came the young mask maker Vakama who was given the power to control fire.
Whatever challenges came their way they swiftly took care of. They were strong in sprit, heart and determination. They managed to save all the matoran and brought them to Mata Nui where they were able to start anew. Eventually they had to give up their powers to save the matoran, but they did it without any regrets. The villages were set in different regions thought their new island home. Unfortunately, just several years before the new toa saviors to arrive there came a rift between the Air Turaga of Le-Koro and the Thunder Turaga of Ri-Koro. And so Ri-Koro began it's long seclusion until Mata Nui saw that the entire island must be united.
Chapter 1: The Dark is Rising
An elderly man wearing several red cloaks stood over silently studying a long piece of parchment. The parchment was worn with age and written in an ancient cuneiform. A single candle's flame shone on the elderly man's face. Every wrinkle and fold highlighted by the small flame, as if his face was fire. The hardened lava that made his grand hut shone red from the fresh running lava outside. Fierce red light danced all over the walls of the grand hut as the elderly man studied the parchment long and hard. "Mata Nui, this is worse than I thought. I must get the other Turaga"
The elder walked outside of his hut and called to a young Ta-Matoran maid child.
"Child!"
"Yes Turaga Vakama?" The little red headed girl gave a small curtsy with her short red skirt.
"Have you seen Jala and Tahu?"
"Tuhunga Jala and Captain Tahu were guarding the gates last I saw. Do you want me to fetch them for you?"
"No need, I shall go myself. These old legs can still carry me somewhat."
The elder walked the long distance from his hut at the edge of the lava rivers towards the gates of the fire village. He watched as small Ta-Matoran children played koli amongst each other and chuckled to himself as a smaller child tried to keep up with the bigger children. He could remember a time when he was like that small child. Always running, and barely catching up. But it was that persistence that had made him what he was today.
He saw mothers swaddle their babies and fathers show their young sons how lava reapers harvested the life sustaining lava for the village. Teenagers flirted with one another. The fire village of Ta-Koro was abuzz with life. It filled his old bones with joy to see the happiness that filled the village. Even if that joy was soon to be taken…
Near the gates of Ta-Koro two young men stood guard. They were close in age, perhaps no more than two years apart if even that. Both were ripped with many muscles, though the smaller looking one was obviously not as muscular than the taller man. The shorter man (though he really wasn't that short at 5'11" but next to a 6'7" guy, anyone looks short) was dressed in a long sleeveless tunic so anyone could see a peek at his perfect upper chest. His long red pants draped over his muscular legs while his shaggy red hair was tied in a small pony tail near the nape of his neck. He sat on the ground with his saber by his side. Next to him stood the proud Captain of the Guard of Ta-Koro. He chose to never wear a shirt (not that Ta-Matoran ladies complained) and instead wore a leather vest and pants similar to that of the Ta-Matoran sitting next to him. His red hair was long but had never been long enough for him to put it into anything. It was just a mussed up mop of fire red hair.
"This bites, there haven't been any Rahi in the area for several weeks now" complained the tall Captain of the Ta-Koro Guard.
"Well, I'd actually be surprised if I saw one the way you've been slashing them right and left."
"Hmmf", the tall captain just crossed his arms and kept the sour look on his face.
"Tahu, Jala. Come here at once."
The two young men turned around to see the Turaga Elder standing not even three feet away from the both of them. His face carried a serious look towards the two guards. They both immediately bowed to the village elder.
"Yes Turaga?' they asked at the same time.
"We leave for Kina Nui in the morning", his voice boomed with the power and wisdom that only years of leadership could create. With that said, he abruptly walked away from the two standing guards.
The two young men only could look on and wonder why there would be any reason to travel to the far away temple.
Well, that's the end of the first chapter. I'll try to put up a new chapter every two days or so. This is just the beginning.
- L.L.B