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.