Disclaimer: Bionicle (both Generation 1 and Generation 2), its characters, setting, and situations are all owned by LEGO.
AN: Bionicle follows the story of six elemental heroes, the Toa, who came down to an island and helped the islanders fight off against a great evil. There have been two versions, the original (2001-2009) and the short-lived reboot/G2 (2015-2016). This story is a continuation of Bionicle G2 toyline, taking many centuries after the ending of G2. Hopefully, this story will be a good one.
Raika out.
I was there that day… Even, now I can remember it… as clear as day… The six heroes standing in the center of darkness… ready to fight what threaten to come into our world…
"Makuta!"
"This ends now!"
Before, I once thought myself as an old Mask Maker… Wise and powerful… but even the wise can be undone… and so was I for a time…
I had been trapped for a thousand years in an endless sleep… until they came… And now, I watched my saviors begin to save our world… Each of them embracing… becoming the elements they represented…
And across from the heroes… I saw him… Makuta… Once he had been a kind mask maker… my brother… but the monster that stood before me was not him… just a black twisted image of jealousy and hatred… standing at the doorway from which he was imprisoned... wearing the forbidden mask he made... that mask that drove him mad and cursed me to my slumber...
And I watched the two forces meet… The power of the elements fought against shadow… Their powers colliding in magnificent lights…
Yet, as I watched… I felt sorrow… You see... I knew how it would it was meant to be… prophecy had shown me how...
"For Duty!"
I was not meant to say it… No matter how hard I wanted to…
"For Unity!"
… they knew it too… and when the time came, they accepted it…
"For Destiny!"
… and together, they used their powers to banish Makuta… back into his realm of shadows… and they returned… to their realm in the stars...
And I… I was sad to see them go…
"And thus, it was how our world… our island of Okoto… came to be… in peace..."
Finishing his story, Ekimu rested his head on his pillow and looked around with what little strength he had left. The dim blue glow of his eyes caught masks, old and new, and their bearers, who had been listening to the story intently. From all over the island of Okoto, they came to see the great Mask Maker, their old leader from a time long past, and the one who fought alongside the great who saved their island from destruction.
Yet, when they came, they could only look down in sorrow. They knew what was to come, and so did Ekimu himself. He was old. His body was not as strong as it used to be, filled with aches and pains that forced him to rest, and rust grew from his feet up to his mask's crown-like horns.
Nonetheless, Ekimu allowed himself to resume. "Our lives have plentiful…" his voice rasped behind his mask again. "These past years... have given us great days… fond memories…"
Ekimu's mind wondered for a moment. He could see the great City of the Mask Makers beyond his chamber. The great halls and towers rebuilt and refilled with Okotans after centuries of abandonment. The sun shining on the laughing Okotans and their children as they continued on with their lives.
However, the old one turned back to his audience and raised a weary finger. "Remember... our island of Okoto… may be safe for now… but… but…"
A hacking cough interrupted Ekimu. His attendants rushed to his aid, but Ekimu raised a hand to stop them. The filters of his mask, rusted from time, wheezed out the last remains of the awful sound, and Ekimu rested once more and resumed.
"... but… be wary… there is always danger… and evil is cunning… there will be a time… when you must… call on the great heroes for aid…"
A sigh left Ekimu, feeling the numbness spread all over his body and his own weight growing lighter. His eyes threatened to close, but he would not let them. Not yet. Not yet...
"Remember this…" Ekimu said, his voice barely a whisper, "... in your time of need... call on the prophecy… at the Temple of Time… and they will appear… the Toa… the Toa..."
With his words spoken, a final gasp struggled out of the mask, and the eyes of Ekimu, last of the great Mask Makers, grew dark forever.