|Dawn of Hope
Author: Toa of Starlight PM
A young matoran finds her whole world upended and takes the first step on a path that will lead her to her destiny.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Takua/Takanuva - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,543 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 03-09-13 - Published: 03-01-13 - id: 9058483
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Hi. This is my first story here, so please be nice. I'll eat up any constructive criticism, but flames and flamers will be ignored. If you see something that should be changed, please let me know politely.
Units of measurement used:
Bio- Roughly 4.5 feet
Kio- 1,000 bios, or .85 miles
Mio- 1,000 kios, or 850 miles
Disclaimer: Bionicle and all of its characters, places, and objects belong to Lego. The only things I own are my OCs
Pale dawn spread across the surface of Karda Nui, illuminated the stalactite villages. In these, matoran were stirring.
In one of the villages, a group of five matoran was making their way to a small well. Their names: Solek, Tanma, Photok, Takua, and Shadalaine.
Shadalaine was the only female of the five Av-Matoran. Like the others, she possessed white and gold armor. It wasn't showy, but it proclaimed who she was.
The five were in the middle of a debate.
"Nonsense!" Takua insisted. "Being a Toa had got to be the coolest thing in the world. You saw Tahu and Gali and the others."
"I still say that it sounds rather difficult," Shadalaine replied, stubbornly. "You fight, run, get hurt—and I don't think that you get paid anything. How do you eat?"
The female was the practical one of the five.
Takanuva was cut off by the sudden dull roar of a dimensional portal opening before them. All five matoran stood petrified with shock as several figures stepped through.
The first was a Toa of water, obviously not Gali. She wore armor scarred from a thousand fights, a mask of psychology. In her hands she held a powerful mace. Behind her was a bright red warrior at least nine feet tall. He moved with the grace of a saboteur, relaxed but ready. Finally, there came a third massive warrior. He wore a Kanohi Olmak, and carried rotating swords. The portal closed behind him.
Solek, Photok, and Tanma ran in terror. Takua backed away, but didn't run, though the fear in his eyes was painfully obvious.
Shadalaine did nothing. The female Av-Matoran lifted her Kanohi Nian and glared at the new arrivals.
"And who are you, little one?" asked the Toa, somewhat amused.
"Shadalaine of Karda Nui," said Matoran answered. "What are you doing here and why are you scaring my friends?"
The Olmak-armored warrior grinned.
"You have spunk, little one," he growled. "Your friends do not, which is why they run."
"You still haven't answered my first question."
The Toa flung her head back and laughed long and loud.
"You're right about her, Brutaka," she said. "In answer to your question, little one, we are here to save the world."
Takua and Shadalaine shared a long, skeptical look.
"Riiiggghht," Shadalaine drawled. "How about I take you to the village leader and you tell him that? He might be more inclined to believe you."
Crazy as an Avohkii, the matoran thought to herself as she led the three to Kirop's hut.
"Let me get this straight," Kirop said skeptically. "You want some of my matoran to leave these villages entirely so that these mysterious Makuta won't attack them."
Helryx nodded mutely.
"And not only that, but we won't remember them and they won't remember us."
"That is the most ridiculous idea that I have ever heard."
"It has to be done," Helryx snapped, coming to the end of her patience. Kirop had been procrastinating. "The future of this world depends on a toa of light. The Makuta know this, and they will do everything in their power to make sure that no Av-matoran survive. This is the only way to preserve your matoran, and through them, the world."
"I can't help but be a little unsure of you. What if you were one of these Makuta? Why would I give you any of my matoran?"
"Why don't you let us choose?" asked someone from the doorway. Helryx and Kirop both glanced around to find Shadalaine standing at the door. The matoran stepped forwards.
"I can name half a dozen matoran who will revolt soon if they're forced to stay here, Kirop," Shadalaine snapped. "It's dark, wet, and dangerous. Some of the older matoran, the ones who can remember the time before this, are unhappy."
"And you're not?" Helryx asked.
Shadalaine shrugged. "I can keep control over myself, though I do miss the time when my world was one of light."
"Then I shall take your advice and ask the other matoran if they wish to leave," Helryx said, sweeping out.
I forgot to mention something.
Every time I receive ten reviews, a new chapter will go up if it's already finished. If it isn't, then the next time I update I will put two chapters out.
Just a little carrot for y'all.