I don not own the Toa, the Turaga, or the Matoran. The character Shadow, belongs to shadow dragon04. Shadow did allow me to use her character in the story. The other characters, (Sadako, Mahasin, etc) belong to me. If my story has the same plot type thingy as mine, I apologize. Anywho, on with the story!

Dimensions Apart: Chapter 6

Shadow

"What are you looking at?" Shadow asked her voice as cold as new ice.

The villager shook his head, and ran off in the opposite direction. Shadow was a 16 year old half-dragon, with brown hair, yellow cat-eyes, dragon-like ears with a small, silver hoop earring in her left ear, a tattoo of a howling wolf on her right shoulder, a dragon-tail with a sharp spike on the end, which she often wrapped around her waist, and silver dragon wings on her back. When in her dragon form, her hair turned into a white mane. She wore silver gauntlets on her arms, and a yellow shirt, with black pants, which were torn from numerous fights. Her only possessions were her swords, her board, which she used to surf on when necessary and her white flute she had made from wood. She lived on the planet Dragar, and often wandered to and from the seven villages on the planet, delivering messages, packages, and anything else. It was good business, since the villages were all at war. She could talk to animals, breath fire, control wind, ice, and light. She also had a natural resistance to heat and cold. Her parents had died when she was young, and, being a half-blood, she was considered an outcast. Because of this, she was cold and it took a great deal of work to gain her trust. She was supposed to be delivering a message to the third village, and, as usual, the humans were staring at her as if she had two heads.

Don't they have anything better to do like say, burn each other in this senseless war? She wondered, growing irritated. I'd fry them, but that would just make me loose my meal ticket…

A small child ran up to Shadow, and looked at her. There was a big grin on his face, which only irritated Shadow even more. She continued walking, but the child began trailing behind her.

Finally, growing tired of this game, Shadow snarled, "Beat it kid, I have no time for your little games."

"Tommy, get away from that thing!" a women's voice shrieked. A women in her twenties ran over and picked up the boy, and yelled, "Keep away from my son, you beast!"

Shadow merely gave the woman an icy glare, snarled deep in her throat, and continued on her way out of the village. Once in the forest, she settled under a tree and took out her flute. She began playing a melody her mother had taught her. The song itself had been old, when her father, a great dragon, had been young. Some animals flocked toward her, lured by the sweet melody she had been playing. The only place where she could truly be happy was with the forest animals. They didn't judge her by how she looked, or by how she was born. A young bird landed on her shoulder, and she stopped playing.

"Hello little one." Shadow chirped in bird language.

"That was a beautiful song." the young bird chirped back.

"I'm glad you thought so." Shadow replied.

Suddenly, the animals ran, hopped, and flew off. Something was wrong. Then, a black portal popped up in front of her, and Shadow felt herself sucked inside by a violent wind. A moment later, she was thrown into the air. Using her wings quickly, she flew down onto the ground. She took a good look at her surroundings. She was on top of, what looked like, a snowy mountain.

Great, now where am I? She thought her thoughts as icy as her voice.

Suddenly, she heard a growl behind her. She turned to see a gigantic tiger-looking creature, starring down at her hungrily. It opened its mouth, and let out a thundering roar. Shadow didn't even look away.

She simply waved her clawed hand in front of her face, and said coldly, "Two words buddy: breath-mints."

The beast merely tilted its head to the side for a moment, than began to snarl. It leaned forward, getting ready to pounce on the half-dragon.

"Why do you want to hurt me?" Shadow growled, in the cat's language.

"Food… food!" was all Shadow could get from the creature.

Alright, it wants to eat me… and seeing as how stupid it is, I probably won't be able to convince it not to eat me. She thought, irritated. Oh well, guess that leaves plan B.

She was about to transform into her dragon form, when she saw a slivery-white figure come up from behind the cat. The cat turned toward the figure, and snarled. The being simply lifted his blade and touched the cat. To Shadow's surprise, the cat was frozen solid in a block of ice as soon as the blade touched its skin. If Shadow was surprised, she didn't show it.

Instead, she merely said with her usual cold voice, "Not bad…"

"Who are you?" the figure demanded in the same cold tone.

"Who am I? Who are you?" Shadow asked, not trusting the figure.

After hesitating for a moment, the figure replied, "Kopaka, Toa of ice."

Nodding, Shadow replied, her eyes as cold as her voice, "Shadow the half-dragon."

Kopaka turned to leave, than stopped. He turned to face Shadow again, their eyes locked on one another.

Finally, Kopaka said, "There is a blizzard coming. If you want a place to wait out the storm, come with me. If not…I hope you can survive until the thaw arrives."

Shadow nodded, and began to follow Kopaka up the mountain.

To be continued…