A/N: Alright people! I'm SO HAPPY! The Space Shuttle Discovery just flew into Washington DC and is now at the Udvar Hazy National Air and Space Museum! It was so cool to see it fly over the Nation's Capital on TV. (To those of you from other countries who are reading this, I am sorry. The American Space Program is a big deal around here, especially at my house.) While it is sad to see the end of an era, perhaps soon Americans will once again go into space in new and improved space vehicles and continue space exploration for the betterment of mankind…

… But only if the government gets it…. I digress and I will not finish that thought, sorry…

Anyways, the chapter… yeah… so in summary, in this chapter you will meet the final member of the Toa Rahini. And finally I can get a move on with the plot. There are also some flashbacks to set up the Toren/Nuvren Sisters' backstory. Please let me know if you get confused or if you have questions! I want feedback people! Critique if you must, but be nice about it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Bionicle, I wouldn't be here, now would I?

Oh and one more thing: Please be careful while reading. The Point of View (POV) changes a couple of times.

Chapter Nine

My Sister! My Family!

The Journey Finally Begins

(First Person POV)

Three days… it has been three days since I had found myself here, in this place. Three days since I had found that vortex and found myself leaving home. Three days since I had met Xiaxtl, the purple and grey robot-person and found that I now have control over shadows and darkness. It has been three days since I started hearing whispering voices at night. I'm beginning to think that I'm crazy, but every time the suns come up, the voices go away.

It had been two days, or rather two nights since I fought that… thing. Two nights since I had blown it sky-high. I keep trying to remember what it was; it reminds me of something from a story I heard long ago. Thinking of these stories reminds me of the girl who had helped me out of my shell, before I ran away. Those days had been dark ones. Ever since I was four, I remember living in a constant state of fear, always afraid of the dark, wondering if I would see things and hear that awful voice echoing through my mind. But is has also been two days since I felt that a spark in the back of my mind; a spark of recognition. I don't know where it came from or what caused it, but it feels familiar.

It has been only two hours, give or take, since I heard the sounds of a battle outside the walls of this place. Over the walls I kept seeing flashes of light and once, a spire of glittering ice shoot up. I heard the sound of rushing water, hurricane-force winds and blazing fire and I felt the ground shake beneath my feet, while stones and chips of rock rolled around, seemingly of their own accord. I just came back up to the surface after scouting out the caverns beneath the Stadium-like structure that I had found myself in when everything started. I watched as the ruined buildings outside the walls reflected the flashes and echoed the sounds of falling rubble. Cries, shrieks and other noises wafted over the walls for some time, until, with the ground shaking violently one more time, everything abruptly ended. It was when everything ceased that I again heard the whispering shadows around me continue to whisper, telling me to give over to the Darkness, giving me false promises of power and strength. But underneath it all, I can still hear that voice that has haunted me ever since that day, so long ago in my life. That day was still one that I cannot forget, but still can't bear to remember. It is that voice that reminds me never to give in to the whispers.

I shook myself, shaking my head and trying to get the dark thoughts out of her head, brushing aside the voices. Then I realized that there is another feeling at the bottom of my heart; a tugging sensation that seems to be trying to lead me somewhere. I had felt it once before, when I first stepped out of the vortex and I had fought it off, wishing to explore my surroundings before I acted on some freaky feeling. What I found beneath the Stadium was a huge cavern with empty shelves as far as I could see. It was in this place that I fought that screeching slimy thing. After that I had fled through a doorway that led me to some sort of kennel or holding pen, the occupants of which had long since fled. Another cavern I found was full of machinery, huge gears, chains, weights and engines, the purpose of which I had and still have no idea. Above everything, in the tall spire that I had climbed with the aid of an elevator-like thing, I found a balcony and another chamber. I looked over the edge of the balcony, and marveled at the view. Then I turned and headed to the room, but when I peeked in, I threw myself backwards almost immediately; the room was drenched in evil, the stench of it over-powering and frightening. Something malevolent had been in residence there for some time. The residual evil in the room was sickening. I quickly made my way back down, casting fearful glances over my shoulder; I was convinced that something was following me. When I reached the main floor, I found an alcove and curled up, sleeping for a few hours. But now, ever since the fight, the tugging feeling was stronger; when I woke up, I finally gave in and decided that it was time to figure out where this feeling is leading me.

Carefully, I made my way over to the huge archway that stood over the partially open doors and slipped around the side of one of the columns that stuck up randomly out of the center of the floor of the stadium. I quickly realized that if I stuck to the darker Shadows, I could use them to render myself invisible to unfriendly eyes. Very quickly I made my way over to the shadows under the archway and peered around the broken doors. Outside, I saw nothing. No movement or anything; no animals or people, only shadows and shifting winds that moaned through openings. Stealthily I crept out of the night-shadow of the doorway, and carefully made my way down the street, ears straining for any sound. I realized that I was on edge and that I had been on edge for two days, since I had fought that shrieking thing. I was so tense that I jumped and ran into the shadows at the slightest movement of shadow or moan of the wind.

Slowly, I picked my way through the streets, hiding in the shadows of buildings, looking for the source of the battle I heard earlier. Overhead, I could see the sky lightening as dawn approached. Soon I found an open space between buildings, like a plaza or park of some sort. Around me, I could see patches of Ice, piles of rubble, and other signs of a fight. I flinched and backed away when I saw something suspiciously familiar lying on the ground in the shadows. It was similar to what I had fought, but this one was Brown rather than Black, and the side of it was burned; there were two large holes in the side, as if it had been stabbed. I continued to look around, trying to figure out the outcome of the battle when I heard the echoes of footsteps behind me. I froze, then, casting a fearful look at the fallen thing behind me, I darted to the side and down a dark alley-way. Around myself I gathered the Shadows like a cloak, shielding me from view; a hood resting gently on my head and obscuring my face. As always, as I use my power, the whispering voices of Darkness grew more insistent and fluttered around my mind like disturbed bats. Shaking them off, I focused on what was outside the ally-way. Through the gloom of the pre-dawn light, I could see three figures picked their way through the rubble and down the street. I backed farther into the ally and the protective shadows. Above the creatures, a cloud of pure darkness that radiated evil floated. It paused a moment in front of my hiding place, then swept past. I let out a soft sigh of relief. I crept to the front of the ally once more and glanced up and down the street, then I stepped backward and turned to walk down the alley. But as I turned around, I found herself face to face with a girl. In contrast to my own darkness, the Shadows that swirl around me, this other girl glowed with light, which flashed around her like armor. I flinched back again, my Shadow-cloak swirling around me as I pulled it closer to myself. I was scared, to put it bluntly. I had not seen anyone else in this place other than those slimy screeching things; and based on their appearance, I had a pretty good hunch that the rest of the inhabitants of this place were Bio-Mechanical beings too. Seeing this girl, a human like me, scared me even more. But at the same time, I felt drawn to this girl, who radiated Good more strongly than the floating Evil cloud had radiated evil. The shining girl seemed to choke, trying to say something but she seemed to be overcome with emotion. She reached for me as if to grab me. I reacted defensively, like I had been taught. When I was younger, my best friend at the orphanage had enrolled and paid for me to take Tae Kwon Do classes with her. I learned quickly because I finally had something to focus all my fear and pain on. So when this girl reached for my arm, I blocked her arm then retaliated with a strike aimed for her head. The other girl ducked underneath my arm. She backed up a step. Her eyes, which were glowing gold streaked with copper, met my dark blue-violet eyes. In an instant, the two of us, without planning, forethought or intending to, slid into fighting stances. There was a moment's pause and then we both lunged forward striking at the same moment with the same movement.

I aimed for the girl's head, snapping my arm out and around. My hand caught hers, as she made the same movement. Thinking quickly, I followed my foiled strike with a kick lashing out with my front leg, hooking around her leg and causing her knee to buckle; not at all my usual style. The other girl released my hand, then recovering smoothly from my kick, swung her other hand under my guard. I skipped backwards to avoid, then lashed out with my front leg again, this time in a round-house kick aimed for her head. It was an impressive kick, if I can brag a little; the top of my foot would have connected with her temple. This was impressive because she stood at least eight inches taller than my five foot stature. It would have connected, but the other girl ducked under my leg. She spun around in a reverse hook kick, which I blocked with both hands. I used my block to grab her leg and thrown her off balance enough to throw her to the floor. Surprisingly, she spun in mid-air and landed on her feet, crouching on the ground. She threw out her hand in a spear-hand attack aimed for my abdomen. I flipped myself over to avoid her attack then pushed off the ground again, propelling myself with a blast of Shadows that rocketed me upward. I landed 15 feet above the other girl on a largish boulder with a flat surface, changing my stance slightly to accommodate my preferred method of hand and palm strikes and punches. See, I am better at fighting with my hands and knees, because my kicks have always been weak. My legs aren't strong enough to support a style that uses kicks. The other girl's eyes narrowed again as she looked up at me. Then, in a blur of movement, I watched her leap up towards me. She jumped at the wall and bounced off of it and onto the flat surface of the rock on which I stood. I stepped back slightly as her momentum stayed with her long enough to set up her next attack. While she was still in the air, she lashed out with both feet, first one then the other in a double front kick. My mind on auto-pilot, I blocked her and fired in quick succession, several lightning-fast punches. The other girl blocked me just as fast, and avoided the last couple of my punches by flipping over my head. She landed behind me, and let loose a barrage of punches, strikes and other hand-based attacks. I blocked as fast as I could and interspersed my blocks with strikes and punches of my own. This continued for several moments until the sharp sound of flesh slapping on flesh was heard. In my haste to attack, I had slapped her hand away as hard as I could. My left palm stung from the force of the slap and I opened and closed my hand several times trying to shake the sting off. The other girl looked at me, her right hand rubbing her left wrist where I had slapped her. She uttered one bark of laughter then took a slight step back and swung her leg again in a round-house kick, then flashed it out again in a side-kick. I blocked her high kick, but I was not expecting her side-kick. Her foot connected with my chest and propelled me backwards off the rock. My breath burst out of my lungs rather suddenly at the strike and I fell through the air. Concentrating hard, I called on the Shadows beneath me. The swirling darkness rose up like a wave of water and caught me, cradling me gently. It gently set me down, right-side up. Above me, there was a lightning flash that dispersed my Shadows. The other girl leapt of the rock and landed just in front of me. She was glowing and shooting off little sparks of light. Dazed slightly, I looked up at her, shielding my eyes with one hand. I struggled to pull the Shadows around me in a protective cloak again. Surprisingly, the other girl bent down and held out a hand, offering to help me up. I grabbed her hand and hauled myself up. The girl laughed again, a cheery, encouraging sound that contrasted sharply with our dismal surroundings. I stiffened; her laugh was familiar. I looked at her face, squinting through the brilliance, trying to see her face. I sucked in a shaky breath; I recognized her face.

"Lizzy?" I gasped.

My name is Evangeline Toren and I think I'm in the Bionicle World.

…

(Lizzy's POV)

I ran down the streets of Central Metru Nui, chasing after the cloud of Pure Darkness that is Makuta Teridax, my breath even and calm even though I was running a pretty fast pace. On my shoulders, in my peripheral vision, I could see the glittering edges of my armor. This was a new development of my powers that I was glad of. In my last fight with Makuta, I had heard the voice of the Toa of Light who had given me my powers. She had reminded me of the reason that I was here, and who else I had to find. My little sister, Evangeline, is lost in this city somewhere, and I intend to find her; which explains why I am now running after Makuta, farther into the City. My teammates were heading to the coast with two of the Av-Matoren. They were going to help the remaining Matoren there prepare to flee the City. I thought about the other six teens; the team was almost complete. We had a Fire Toa, James "Jimmy" Kirkland (I wonder if people call him Captain Kirke, like from Star Trek); Our Water Toa is Katherine Sailor, who prefers to be called Katie; The Ice Toa is an old friend of mine, Dave Shatterfate; Stone is my best friend ever, Brianne Carver; Mark Johnson, her friend, is our Earth Toa. Lastly our resident air head is young Alexander Stein-Myer, a kid who I now remember and recognize as formerly been at the orphanage I lived at until he was adopted by his own second cousin. The two Matoren, Tanma and Solek, had been with me since I had met them in Ga-Metru. They had acted as my guides, Tanma a little reluctantly. Solek though was just as I thought he would be, obsession with Toa and all.

I continued to run. I was surprised at how strong I felt and how long I was able to keep running without tiring. I guessed that my increase in stamina came from my armor, and that thought led me to remember something that Takaena Atriz had told me.

Every time you learn more of your power, I grow weaker and become unable to use that aspect of my power. Do not worry or be afraid of this. I am ready to pass on, but first you must be able to use all my power. The same is true for the other Atriz. When you decided to fully embrace your power, you will take on a bio-mechanical form, very similar to my own. My point being that, since you and your teammates draw your power directly from us, when you fully take your power and achieve your Bionicle forms, we will fade and cease to exist. You are pretty much becoming us. How you call yourselves is up to you. The only reason we are still here is because we knew it was our destiny to pass our power on. We died in a great battle long before the Mata, the Metru the Nuva and all the rest. When the Shadows first appeared, we were created to fight them. We are light Toa; our powers are primarily light based. Your teams however are more traditional, the exception being the Inika. Anyways, once we pass our power to you, we can finally find the peace we have been waiting for, for nearly five millennia. On that day however, we will give you one last piece of advice, and I will tell you the secret that will get you home. But you will not remember it until you have finished what you originally came here to do. Then, returning home will be up to you.

Considering that what she had told me pretty much said that my friends and I are leeching the Atriz's power away from them and that she was ok with this, I feel really guilty for taking her power, but she said that this is why we are here; to take their place. It is a little odd though, that I always seem to be the first to discover and use a new power or ability. I was the first to use my mask power. The others were still learning theirs. And now I am the first to have armor; the rest of my team had yet to use their armor abilities. Granted, I probably had the most experience in the Bionicle-verse so this kind of stuff came naturally to me. I don't know. But what I do know is this: This armor is freaking awesome! I feel better connected to my powers because of it. And the idea that all of us will have the chance to fully become Bionicles sounds even better. I guess that it is a gradual process to achieve the rest of the Atriz's powers.

Smiling slightly at the prospect, I forced myself back to focusing on what I was doing and my suddenly buoyant spirits fell. My sister, Evangeline, is here in this City, somewhere and Makuta is trying to find her. I had to find her before her did. Each of us teens had been attacked as children by Makuta, but we all had been rescued by one of the Toa Nuva. There is no Shadow Toa besides the Atriz. My sister would have been alone. Who knows what Makuta told her or did to her. Suddenly I stopped short. I realized that this might be the reason for Eva's problems when we were younger. Thinking back, I thought about all the problems that she had had when she first arrived at the Orphanage. The Agency had considered putting her in a psychiatric hospital, but someone had talked them out of it. Eva had arrived on the doorstep terrified of everything especially the dark. She almost never spoke and would become nearly catatonic when she was scared. She wouldn't eat, or sleep or play, unless someone was there with her and she would wake, screaming in the middle of the night. I used to get up, cross the room and hold the younger girl until she calmed down. Eventually I was able to convince her that it wasn't all that bad; she faced her fears and conquered them. The Martial Arts classes that we had taken had helped too.

Eva had never told me why she had been so scared as a kid; I remember that when I would ask her, she would look away and change the subject or not talk to me for several hours. I soon learned not to ask her about it. But now that I thought about it, it was because of Makuta.

I was more determined than ever to kick his evil butt.

I was so lost in thought that I was not really paying attention to where I was going. Oddly enough, I felt like I knew where I was going. Then I figured out where I was. I had looped around, passing the Coliseum and was back near where my friends and I had fought the Rahkshi. If I cut through an alley between two buildings, I would be back. Perhaps this would be a better starting place than running around in circles following a black cloud. I crept down the alley, hearing footsteps at the opening. I jumped behind a large rock when I saw Makuta in his cloud form float past. He paused a moment, as if he saw or sensed me.

I pulled back, ducking my head. I didn't want to- I couldn't risk fighting him again; especially if Eva was nearby. The reason for thinking she was nearby is this: each of us teens appeared in our corresponding Metrus, except me. I ended up in the Great Temple, because it could be considered a nexus or central point for Toa Power, considering that it is where the Toa Metru came to be. If I was correct in this idea, then Eva should be somewhere around or even in the Coliseum since that was where Makuta hid for a while and, even just passing it, I could feel the remnants of his evil from the Metru days. It felt different than he did now, not that it mattered. After the cloud floated away, I got up and walked to the end of the alley. I almost ran into someone. They were surrounded by Shadows which looked like a cloak. Their Shadows, though, were shot through with purple, glowing with muted purple light. This Shadow felt different, kinder, more like the night rather than evil nothingness. The person's Shadow-hood fell back, revealing a pale face with large purple-blue eyes under a head of black-purple-streaked hair. I choked, trying to call her name, and fight tears at the same time.

I had found her! My sister, My Family!

I reached out to hug her, noting the fear in her eyes. In a blur of movement, Eva thrust my arm away and flung out her arm in a palm-strike to my head. I ducked underneath and stepped back. I looked at her, searching her eyes which glowed, the purple becoming brighter. She did not recognize me at all. Time had been unkind to us both. Eva had run away from the orphanage more than a year ago and I had not seen her since, though I had thought of her often. She must have lived on the streets, doing who-knows-what with her life. That time had scarred her again and she had forgotten that I was the one who comforted her at night and helped her to overcome her fears.

There was a momentary pause between the two of us, then, just like old times, we slid into fighting stances. Evangeline and I were always uber-competitive, and we would spar without pads and little supervision after class. I waited, reading her body language, which told me her first move. Eva has always been easy to read, especially in a fight. The set of her shoulders and the direction of her line of sight give away her attack plans every time. She flashed her arm out, aiming for my head. I mimicked the same move causing our hands to strike each other in midair, rather than our heads. I felt surprised when Eva disengaged and then snapped a hook-kick out, catching my leg and knocking me off balance. Eva almost never uses her legs in a fight; her legs just never were strong enough. But this time, I could feel the extra force in her kick. Smiling to myself, I thought she's been practicing! I let go of her arm and balanced myself by sweeping forward and thrusting my hand underneath her blocking-hand in an open-palm strike. Eva skipped backwards to avoid then surprised me again with a round-house kick aimed at my head. Impressive I thought, ducking under her leg, She is still flexible. She can still aim for my head, even though I'm more than six inches taller than her. As I ducked, I spun around in my crouch, straightened up then lashed out a reverse hook. Had it connected, the kick would have caught her side and sent her flying into the wall. As it was, she blocked my leg by grabbing it. Eva smirked as she yanked on my leg, throwing me over her hip and toward the floor.

I gasped as the ground rushed up to meet me, but somehow I managed to spin in mid-air and land on my feet, crouching again to maintain my balance. I lunged, using a spearhead-hand strike that I aimed for her stomach. Eva avoided by flipping backwards, head-over-heels, her hands pressed against the ground. When she landed, I felt a gathering of her power, and watched as she used a blast of Shadows to catapult herself into the air and flip onto a largish, flat-topped piece of rubble. As she landed up there, I saw her shift her fighting stance to her more customary one. I remembered then why Eva and I had always been chosen by our teachers to compete in tag-team or team sparring fights against other schools. It was because our styles balanced each other perfectly. I prefer to use my legs because my kicks are stronger than my punches and my whole style is more offensive rather than defensive, whereas Evangeline relies on her hands, punches and strikes, and is more defense-oriented. I narrowed my eyes, trying to gauge the distance and Eva's intent. Deciding on a course of action, I launched myself at the wall, using it to jump higher onto the rubble. I misjudged the force necessary to get up there though and found myself in danger of flying right over the rock. Thinking quickly, I lashed out with my legs in a double front kick. Eva blocked, which stopped my forward momentum enough to land. Eva retaliated with a series of quick jabs. I had forgotten how fast her hands could be. I was able to block the first couple, then I flipped over her head to avoid the rest. I landed and turned to her, using a flurry of punches and strikes; the space on top of the rock was limited enough that I could not use my kicks without falling off. Eva blocked and retaliated and we slowly sped up the pace of our strikes, action and reaction. My mind was blank as I allowed myself to fall into a rhythm of blocking and punching until I felt a sting and heard a slap and I snapped back to reality. In her haste to block and attack at the same time, Eva had slapped my hand away with enough force that, if I had not been in a steady stance and had my feet firmly planted I would have staggered to the side and most likely fallen off. I looked at her, meeting her shining violet eyes once more, while rubbing my left wrist trying to relieve the sting. Eva stared back, clenching her fist several times. I allowed myself one sharp laugh at her expression. I then stepped back as far as the rock allowed me to and brought my leg up and let loose a round-house kick, which snapped back as my muscles complained at the stretch. Eva blocked the high kick, leaving herself vulnerable. As soon as I saw the opening, I shifted my plant foot and brought my knee into my chest. I threw my leg out again, out and back, in a side-kick. The side-kick was aimed lower and it caught her unprotected chest right in the middle. Her breath exploded out of her as she stumbled back, slipped off the edge and fell off the rock. Gasping, I lunged forward, trying to grab her hand, but her fingers slipped through mine.

Time seemed to slow down for me. I lurched, regaining my balance while tiny chips and flakes of rock clattered down the side of the flat-topped rock. Evangeline seemed to fall in slow motion, her eyes closed tightly and her face screwed up in an expression of concentration. Below her, the darkness on the ground shifted, rising up to meet her. It enveloped her completely. I raised a hand and called on my own power, causing a lightning-like burst of light. It drowned out all the shadows, including the ones wrapped around Eva. I jumped down off the rock, enjoying the theatrics in my powers that my emotions seemed to cause. I could hear and occasionally see little pin pricks and flashes of light. In front of me, Eva looked up from where she had landed, a dazed expression on her face and one hand thrown in front of her face to shield her eyes. I bent over and offered her a hand. She grabbed it and hoisted herself up. I couldn't keep it in. I let out a laugh out of pure relief and joy, which really didn't fit well with the gloomy surroundings. As I did, I finally got a handle on the light that kept shooting out of me. I felt Eva stiffen; her gasp on my hand tightening momentarily before she let go. She stared at my face, squinting a little through the light. I heard her take a shaky breath.

"Lizzy?" I heard her gasp.

I grinned and hugged her tight. "Hey little sis."

(Reader's POV)

While it was not the most ideal reunion, it was still a little bit of a tender moment for Lizzy; Evangeline on the other hand, was a little weirded out by Lizzy's exuberance. Finally calming down and explaining herself, Lizzy sat Eva down behind a large rock and the two caught up on what had happened since Eva had run away. Apparently she had been working odd jobs at the nearby, all year amusement park. She had picked up on a lot of skills, not all of which were good, like pickpocketing. But then, Lizzy noted, she was relatively happy and healthy, though a bit on the thin side and the older girl didn't feel like pressing the matter. She told Lizzy about all the people she had met and how she had continued to practice her martial arts by teaching some of the kids of the others who worked at the park. Then she turned the conversation away from herself by asking Lizzy what had happened to her and how she had gotten to the Bionicle Universe. For the next hour, Lizzy told Evangeline everything. From what she had done since Eva had left to the others on the team to the fights against Makuta; even the fact that they were sisters. At first, Eva was skeptical of this revelation and refused to believe her. Lizzy sighed. It had been easier to convince the 14 year old that they were in another dimension and the main inhabitants were Bio-Mechanical beings, but to mention that the two of them were sisters was just ridiculous to her. For several moments, Lizzy was quiet, trying to think of some way to convince Evangeline of the truth. The two girls were sitting in front of the doors to the Coliseum, Evangeline across from Lizzy. Around them, the Ruins of the City sparkled dimly in the morning light. Eva absently rubbed at her rib cage where Lizzy's side-kick had landed. Breaking through her thoughts, Lizzy smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah sorry about that…" she said, gesturing to Eva's actions. "I kinda forgot how strong my side-kicks are."

Evangeline smiled wanly. "I've been on the receiving end of your kicks before, though. This was a lot stronger than anything."

"Blame the armor." Lizzy said, shrugging and gesturing to the glittering armor, "It gives me the strength of a Toa. Good thing I was holding back anyways or I might have sent you through a wall or something."

"Yeah that might be bad." Eva chuckled.

"Still can't figure out how to turn it off." Lizzy muttered to herself.

Eva snorted and rolled her eyes.

Silence settled between the two as Lizzy went back to her thinking. Bored, Eva raised her hand to eye-level, palm up and focused on it. She drew on her power, conjuring up a small purple glowing ball in the center of her palm. She tossed it up and caught it. Lizzy watched, smiling slightly. Suddenly a thought struck her.

"I've got it!"

"Got what?"

"A way to convince you that we are sisters. My mask of course!"

Evangeline merely stared at the older girl like she was speaking Greek.

"Do you trust me?" Lizzy asked.

Eva sighed and nodded. Lizzy held out her hand and Eva, after a moment's hesitation, took it. Immediately, Lizzy's mask activated, appearing more solidly than before and hiding her face from view. A dome of light expanded around the two and settled, glowing bright gold and dusky purple.

Eva gasped at the sensation of falling. Suddenly it stopped and she found herself floating, alone and in grey nothing.

"Hello?" she called out, "Elizabeth? Where are you? Where are we?" There was no answer. Eva saw distant shapes silhouetted black against the grey. She looked around, searching for Lizzy, or anything familiar. She felt a chill pass over her as she heard the whispers of the dark once more; only now they were louder.

"Hello? Is someone there?" She called again. The whispers paused for a moment, then resumed louder than before. Eva cringed at the sound. Make it stop she thought, remembered agony coursing through her mind. Around her, the grey turned darker, black shot through with sickly purple. Still the whispers continued.

"Stop" Eva whispered herself, hugging her arms across her chest. She was afraid, once again, as she remembered with clarity memories she would rather forget. The purple faded away, leaving only black emptiness around her. Eva whimpered softly.

Suddenly from behind her, a brilliance made itself known. The shine lightened the black to grey once again and brought out the purples in a range of colors, from royal purple to lilac. Eva, cringing at the dark, turned.

Behind her stood Lizzy. She looked older, more mature, the light that came from her filtering softly in patterns as if through leaves. Eva staggered forward towards the older girl.

"E-Elizabeth!" She called out, raising her hand up. She felt something in front of her hand and brushed it aside. The branch snapped back into place as she passed. Eva looked around. The light from Lizzy had torn the darkness to reveal a small forest glade. Lizzy stood in the middle, looking away from the younger girl. Eva called to her again. Lizzy turned, and for a moment Eva saw her as a Bionicle. A Toa, tall yet thin like Gali, her gold armor etched with copper while the un-armored parts gleamed snow white. In her hand was a long thing sword that sparked and crackled with energy. Movement out of the corner of her eyes, caused Eva to turn. Behind her appeared eight other Bionicle figures. The group seemed to be walking past Eva and Lizzy. The Red, carrying twin fire swords on his back wore a Kanohi Huna, the Great Mask of Invisibility. His armor was golden-red etched with a Ruby flame motif. Beside him stood a shorter figure colored blue, wearing the Great Mask of Mind Control, the Kanohi Komau, and wearing slivery-blue armor etched with Sapphire waves. The Water Toa was arguing with the Fire, gesturing with an unfurled metal fan with serrated edges. Behind them, a silvery-white armored Toa walked, his mask, one that Eva was unfamiliar with, was creased with concentration as he tried to ignore the bouncing acrobatic goldish-green Toa wearing Jaller Inika's Mask of Fate. Ahead of the arguing pair walked a bright orange and brown figure, swinging a Kama on a long chain and wearing a Pakari, the Great Mask of Strength. Though the figure was clearly a female, she was as big as the males on the team. Next to her walked a black armored figure with dusky silver etching of mountains on his armor and a mask that had not been seen in the Bionicle world for thousands of years. He was fingering a long handled ax. A head of the entire group, two smaller figures walked. Two Av-Matoren that Eva identified as Tanma, the Matoren partner for Lewa Nuva and Solek, the talkative White Av-Matoren who fought with the silent Kopaka.

As Eva watched, the images of the Toa wavered and shrank, revealing the teens that Lizzy had told her about. Dave, Brianne, Jimmy, Katie, Mark and Alex; the ones that Lizzy said were part of their team.

Evangeline jumped as a hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see Lizzy, looking like herself again, standing next to her. She had lost her armor and was wearing her regular clothes again, a yellow t-shirt, dark denim jeans and sneakers. Over her arm hung a worn denim jacket. Eva glanced back at the fading images of the other teens. Lizzy followed her line of sight.

"You saw that, huh? Good, I wanted to test a theory. If you saw that, then I'm right and I can share mine own thoughts and memories."

"I thought you said the others had not figured out how to use their armor abilities. They looked like real Toa." Eva said breathlessly. Lizzy looked at her confused. "Never mind. Forget it." Eva shrugged. Lizzy blinked then let it go.

"Ok… so if you saw that, then you should be able to see this." Lizzy said, taking Eva's hand, her eyes glowing bright and her mask faintly outlined around her face. She waved her hand through the air in front of Eva. In front of her, images wavered into existence and flashed by.

A small child stood by the side of her mother's hospital bed. In her mother's arms lay a tiny bundle of blankets. The girl looked up and behind her at her father, standing by her side, a huge grin on her face.

"Do you want to hold her, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, pwease."

The man picked up the baby, as the older child clambered up into an armchair. The little girl held out her arms for the bundle. When the baby was settled in her lap the girl was grinning and cooing at the baby. The Baby opened her dark-blue almost purple eyes and looked into her older sisters copper-brown gold-streaked eyes.

A feeling of love and curiosity

The little copper eyed girl ran through the house, a bottle in her hand. She slipped in a door and paused a moment. Her mother had not heard the baby's soft cries through the room monitor yet. The older child scaled the dresser next to the crib and carefully lowered herself into it. The baby was fussing, her tiny arms waving in the air. Singing softly, the older child gently propped the baby up against her lap and placed the bottle in the baby's mouth, allowing the younger to eat greedily.

A feeling of peace

The copper eyed girl was sitting in the crib again, clutching the just recently sitting-up baby to her side. The violet eyed child was whimpering.

"Stay hidden" Whispered the girls' mother, covering the two with a blanket and piling pillows next to and in front of them.

"Ma-ma wait… don't go." The copper-eyed girl whispered. Beside her, the baby grabbed her sister's longish hair and pulled in the bow that held the braid. The older child hissed. The door to the room burst open, and a large man, not their father, shoved his way in. The mother let out a screech and threw herself at the man. In a moment, the man had knocked her unconscious and was dragging her out of the room. Peeking over a pillow, the man missed seeing a pair of frightened copper colored eyes. The older sister had her hand over the younger's mouth, keeping her quiet. Outside she heard a police car pull up, siren wailing. There was a screech of tires and the sirens screamed away chasing another car. The older girl settled her younger sister and, pressing a finger to her lips, covered her head with a blanket. The copper-eyed girl slipped out of the room. Moments later, she came back dragging a bag with food and bottles. She slid the things into the crib one by one and climbed back in. The younger girl was crying when her sister pulled off the blanket. The older sister hushed her and sang.

A feeling of terror and sadness

The violet eyed baby sitting on her sister's lap, trying to hide behind her hair. The other had silent tears running down her face. The adults didn't think that she could understand them, but the copper-eyed girl was smarter than she looked. The police officers were talking about how the kidnappers had vanished, along with the parents. The two girls had no other family.

The copper-eyed girl noticed that her sister was about to start crying again. In a soft voice, she began to tell her a story.

A feeling of bravery and loss

Watching as an adult walked away with the crying baby in her arms, the violet-eyed child reaching over the woman's shoulders for her sister. Screaming her name and trying to get to her, pushing against restraining hand and ignoring comforting voices that she did not know. A feeling of strong loss, fear, sadness and anger toward those who took her away.

"EVA! EVA! EVA! NOOOO! EVA, EVA, EVA!"

"Eva? EVA? EVANGELINE! Are you alright?"

Evangeline jumped, opening her eyes; the voices were so similar, though one was pitched higher, the cry of a young child. The other was worried yet closer, older and lower in tone. She turned to see Lizzy standing there, the previous glow fading as she noticed the younger girl's expression. A pained look crossed the elder girl's face.

"Lizzy…" Eva whimpered, then jumped forward and hugged her sister around her middle. Surprised, Lizzy took a moment to recover, then smiling gently, hugged her back, one arm around Eva's shoulders, the other resting gently on her head.

"Told ya."

Eva sniffled. "What was all that?" came the muffled question from Lizzy's shoulder.

"Everything I remember from before… before we were separated. I only just started remembering myself. I had been blocking the memories for a long time. It would explain why I thought of you as a younger sibling when you came to the Orphanage." Lizzy murmured, trying to hold her sister close, afraid to lose her again. "You probably don't remember because you were so young. I shouldn't; I was only two and a half at the time, but I do… vividly." Eva sniffled again.

Lizzy put her hands on Eva's shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Don't you worry about anything. We found each other now and I don't think that we are going anywhere. We are together, whether we like it or not. We should head to the coast and see the rest of the team now. They will be glad to meet you; Brianne especially."

"Brianne is here?" Eva looked up hopefully, her eyes alight. Lizzy nodded. Lizzy had introduced Eva to Brianne years before. "What color is she?"

"Orange." Eva gave Lizzy a look.

"Orange?"

"Orange."

"That's kinda weird."

"Orange is close enough to brown. She's stone."

"Ahh ok… that makes more sense."

The two girls started laughing, the tension and left-over emotions from Lizzy's memories forgotten.
Suddenly, Lizzy choked, pain clouding her features as she lurched forward. Eva grabbed her shoulders, supporting the older girl.

"What's wrong?"

Lizzy moaned and across her face flickered her mask. Around them, their surroundings bled with poison green, trickling down the walls like paint. Glancing around her, Eva could see vague shapes behind the glimmering walls. Concentrating, the younger sister built up her power, eyes glowing violet and the air around her hand crackling with energy. Shouting in pain, Lizzy made a slashing movement and around the two sisters, the crumbling walls vanished. Around them the dome of light that had been protecting them shattered. Around them was a cloud of Darkness, which Eva reacted to, throwing a wave of power out. Fast as her reaction was, Eva couldn't counter fast enough. Lizzy cried out in pain as a shadow lashed at her like a whip, leaving a small cut across her cheek. Grabbing her arm, Eva hauled Lizzy to her feet. Turning, the Shadow girl raised a hand and shot a purple blast at the whirling darkness around them. Running forward and dragging the other girl, she carved a path through. Lizzy shook her head, trying to clear it. Looking up, she could see the edges of the tunnel Eva had carved out were collapsing around them. Taking a deep breath, Lizzy threw a wave of Light energy away from herself, dispersing the darkness. A pained yell was heard, then a hissing voice. Eva cringed, losing her footing for a moment. Lizzy, understanding the voice, grabbed her sister's arms as she fell and used her momentum to hoist the younger girl onto her back, so she was carrying her piggy-back style. Lizzy took off at a dead sprint, away from that place, searching for the fastest route out of the City's center. Eva called out directions from her back, guiding Lizzy through the ruined streets. Eventually, the two girls ended up on the main road back towards Ga-Metru. Lizzy slowed her speed a little, but still ran, knowing that she had to catch up with the other teens before there was trouble.

Soon, in the distance, Lizzy saw six figures. On her back, Eva looked behind, a feeling of being followed persistent in the back of her mind. She ignored her discomfort as Lizzy neared the others.

"BRI! DAVE! ALEX! HEY GUYS, LOOK WHO I FOUND!" Lizzy yelled to them. The whole group turned around to see the Light powered teen run up. The Dark powered teen slid from her back, as Lizzy came to a stop. There was a flash of light and Lizzy's armor vanished, leaving behind her normal clothes.

"About time," She muttered then, slinging an arm around Eva's shoulder, she said "Guys, I want you to meet our Shadow Toa and my little sister. This Evangeline Toren." Eva timidly waved to the others, who greeted her with varying amounts of enthusiasm. Brianne was the most enthusiastic, as she ran forward and grabbed the smaller girl around the waist and spun her around like a doting aunt.

"Eva!" she squealed, hugging the girl tightly, "We thought you were gone! I'm glad you're okay."

"I will be if you put me down, Bri," Eva gasped out. Brianne nearly dropped her, apologizing for nearly crushing her. Eva brushed herself off and smiled at the orange clad girl. Laughing, Lizzy pointed out the rest of the team in turn and introduced them one by one.

"This is Dave, he's Ice. Remember him?" She asked to which Eva nodded and shook Dave's hand. She flinched slightly at his hand, which was cold, reflecting his power. "Over here we have Katie. She's our Water Toa." Katie waved. "This is Mark," The earth powered teen grinned, while Eva smiled faintly. "That's James over there. He's Fire."

"Isn't he the leader since he's Fire?" Eva asked. The other teens shared uneasy looks.

"We're not quite sure how we are going to handle that." James said, looking guiltily at Lizzy. Lizzy shrugged and turned to the last human in the group.

"That's Alex, remember him? He's the one who set the sofa on fire three years ago." Lizzy said. Brianne snorted with laughter, while Eva turned a baleful eye on the Air powered boy. He grinned and turned to Lizzy.

"You sure took your time." He laughed. Lizzy growled at him.

Ever the theatrical one, Alex, an aspiring actor, went down on one knee in front of Lizzy, arms raised to her like he was begging, or a Shakespearean actor. "Oh how glorious a sunset to have our leader and our Light return to us! Know this, you Destiny Heroes," He cried, springing to his feet, turning to the others and opening his arms wide, "Our glorious leader has returned." He turned back to Lizzy. "Would that I would be allowed to beg of you, Most Wonderful Light of the Team, never again to leave our sight, for surely I would pine." Behind him, Dave and Katie were looking at him as if contemplating snatching him up and dumping him in the nearest insane asylum or deep dark pit, which ever they could find first. Mark, Brianne and James were on the ground roaring with laughter, while Evangeline peeked around her sister's side and stared at the boy, trying to figure out what was going on. Lizzy just stood there and waited for Alex to finish.

Grinning and shaking her head at the younger boy's ridiculousness, she replied to him, "Yeah You would pine and I'm a Maple tree. Get over yourself, Alex." The Air teen grinned himself and, laughing, got to his feet. Brianne handed Lizzy her bag and the group set off towards the coast and the last remaining village on Metru Nui.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. Especially about The fight between the two sisters. The more reviews I get the faster I work! Catch ya later!