Bionicle: The Zarrak Project
Chapter Three
Eastbound
Zarrak stared.
Stared at the wide expance of gently sweeping sky streaching
out as
far as the eye could see untill it met with the sky. Stared at the
two
balls of brilliant, blazing fire rising in the East to throw their
dazzeling rays on his masked face. Stared at the most beautiful
scene
that he had ever seen.
None of it was lost on Zarrak, but he frowned. It bothered him
that
he could remember nothing of the past, except that it had been
frightening. That and his name. Zarrak.
The frown behind his mask deepened. Something in the very
core of his being was telling him that he was not Zarrak,
but he was something more.
Frusteration grew in Zarraks heart, and he let it out
again with a yowl that sent everything cowering as raw energy
flowed through him.
' What is this power, this strength that I have?' Zarrak
wondered
staring at his hands, ' and what am I ment to do with it?'
The lonley figure paced up and down the beach trying to
find the answer to his question. Eventually, exausted, Zarrak
sat down in the sand, and began to play with it.
' I cannot have been ment to stay on this island and play in
the dirt!' He thought with a rueful grin flittering arouns his
features, ' Is there not a way for me to leave this place
and try to find my fortune in this...world?"
Zarrak lay back, and thought about it some more.
soon he began to feel very relaxed.
Soon, Zarrak was aware that he could no longer feel the
ground beneath him. He gave a gasp, there was a slight twinge
in his head, and Zarrak hit the ground with bonejarring force.
" What just happened?" Zarrak wondered aloud. He thought
back to his calm, relaxed state. Maybe it was not only when he
was angry that her could touch these powers of his. Maybe he could
call them at will.
Zarrak decided to experiment. He sat crosslegged on the beach,
and tried to focus his energy on levitating.
A few seconds passed, and Zarrak felt himself floating
gently. This time he tried to set himself down gently rather
than falling painfully.
Zarrak was grinning again. Maybe this was how he
would leave the island.
Standing up this time, Zarrak hardly even had to close his
eyes.
The engery flowed through him, and he rose steadily into the air.
Zarrak was not afraid at all as he rose higher, and higher,
Something in him was telling him that this was the right thing to
do, to leave on the wings of the breeze.
Without even looking back, Zarrak let the energy in him
flow, and glided over the water East.
