Okay, I know I took this down because I probably was never going to finish it, but I'm putting it back up - this time as a revised version. The last time I wrote it, I was twelve, so a few years later I'm pulling it out of the woodworks and making it even better.

So, for those of you who had read this before, come and do it again and don't forget to drop a review. Happy reading~

It was a regular night when all of this mischief happened, and once I get through with the end of my story you will see what I mean. I know what you might be thinking: "Oh, it's just another boring memoir that I probably shouldn't waste another minute of my valuable time on", but I assure you that if you continue reading it will be worth it.

You see, like most memoirs, they are about real life situations and real life problems, but my story is so outlandish and so far fetched that you'd think that I was making it all up. But I'm not. All that I am about to tell you is one-hundred percent true. Every word, every syllable and every name is true and not something I pulled out of a comic book. No, all of this that you are about to read is true. And, unfortunately, it all happened to me at the tender age of twelve.

Now, you're still probably about to turn away and read something else more interesting and probably accredited with more reviews than you can count. Once more, I implore you to continue on because if you enjoy reading about how ordinary people can go on to be tossed into extraordinary circumstances then this is the story for you. If you enjoy reading about terrible betrayals and horrifying battles, then please keep reading.

If you still plan to turn away, dear reader, and you feel I still have not piqued your interest then go right ahead, but if I somehow have captured your attention then let me go on to tell you more about myself and what you shall be reading for the next few chapters.

My name is Cheryl "Rahaga" Pride. I am twelve years old and this is my story of how I was kidnapped by one of the most well-known Toa of all time.

Now, there are many ways I could start this story. I could start it with a cliche like "Once upon a time" or "It was a dark and stormy night", but that's not how it happened. My whole venture started out as normally as the sun rises in the morning. It started with ramen.

As I walked down the epicenter of the road on that cool November night, I only had two things on my mind: make it to my bed and chug down my steaming bowl of ramen before I got there. It was roughly ten o'clock in the evening, much later than any twelve year old should be walking around. It was late fall, my favorite time of year, and a chill wind picked up, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I clutched the warm soup in my numb hands and took a deep swig, hoping to fight back the cold. The hot broth ran down my throat and into my belly, sending waves of warmth throughout my form. The heat ran all the way down to the tips of my toes and back up to the top of my head. I smiled.

"This is what Friday nights are all about."

Of course, the ramen and late-night walks weren't the only reason I adored Fridays. They were special, a time where I didn't have to rush home from school to do my homework (even though I did that anyways, no matter what day it was) and I could just kick back and relax.

Luckily for me, that also meant going out with very little curfew at all. I lived in a very safe town where the crime rate was almost zero (a rarity considering it was an American town) and was allowed to go out and not come back until a few hours after dusk. I wasn't a huge troublemaker on my outings, I normally just bummed around with people I knew from school before making my weekly trip to the drug store and purchasing a 99-cent ramen take-out before returning home.

That night was one of those nights.

A few minutes later, I finished my cup of ramen and tossed it into the nearest trashcan. I then dug into my leather jacket pocket and pulled out a bright red rectangular box that read "Pocky" on the front in bright yellow letters. Now was time for dessert. I flipped open the lid and tore open one of the two packets within the box. With my teeth, I pulled out a chocolate covered stick and munched on it happily, continuing on my merry way.

I paused on the side of the curb, right beneath the orange glow of a streetlight and glanced around. I wasn't far from my house so I decided to take my time getting there. After all, I was in no big rush. Stepping off the curb, I leisurely walked along the asphalt, making a point to stay close to the sidewalk just in case. I began to walk out of the light, when I saw a shadowy figure in the next light. I stopped short and stared at the figure, feeling a chill crawl up my spine - and it wasn't from the cold. Whatever - or whoever - this figure was, it was no friend to me.

I pointed out key details about this figure and made a mental note of each: by size, it must have been nearly fifteen feet tall at the least, making even an elephant seem puny. The build wasn't what I was used to; blocky in shape with nothing about it being human. And lastly were its eyes. The eyes were red and glowed like fire, especially in the dim light - but there were no pupils, just glowing points of molten light. At first, I thought someone might be playing a trick and was simply wearing a costume, but when I resumed my pace, a bolt of black suddenly hit the road a few inches away from me and shattered the asphalt, raining shrapnel down on my head. That was when I knew this was no prank and, to my sudden shock, a single name floated to the surface of my mind . . .

"Makuta . . ." I breathed. A pause. "Wait . . . Makuta?" I repeated in disbelief. There was no way. Makuta was a being of darkness that I had read about in old stories, a fictional figure much like Tom Sawyer and the Easter bunny. This had to be a figment of my imagination, I thought. Yeah, that was it. I was just too tired.

I couldn't help but chuckle at my own foolishness. My imagination had run off with me and left my common sense behind. What a crack up.

However, as another ball of shadow was already crackling in his hand and, the color drained from my face. This was no figment of my imagination and I wasn't sleeping. This was real and I was in real danger.

"Oh snap!" I shot down the street like a rabbit, Makuta hot on my tail. He tried hitting me several times and I avoided each - barely. I tried to figure out why he was chasing me - then again it was Makuta so I really didn't need a reason. I rounded a turn and went down a wooded path that snaked behind my neighborhood. I put on another burst of speed and gained a few yards and it was all I needed. My advantage allowed me to scamper up a tree and away from the main path. Once in the safety of the branches, I quieted my breathing and waited for the renowned villain to pass me by.

That was when my luck ran out.

Makuta stopped right under me and looked around. Now I could see why Makuta are considered by some to be smart.

"Show yourself," he snarled as he stomped around.

As quietly as I could, lay back against a branched and considered my options. One: stay quiet and hope he goes away; two: make a fast break for it and hope for the best; or three: give up. None of these were very good and would certainly end in disaster, nonetheless, I didn't have any other choices. As I pondered over my predicament, Makuta found me, his hideous masked face a foot from where I lay.

His sudden appearance caused me to scream and lose my balance on the branch. I tumbled end over end through the thick limbs of the tree, trying to catch one on my way down. I wasn't so lucky as I landed hard on the ground with a sickening crunch. The wind rushed from my lungs in one swift movement and I gasped, stunned.

Makuta stepped in front of me and hauled me to my feet, keeping a tight grip on the collar of my jacket. He cackled then, pulling me in close. "You cannot hide from me," he hissed with amusement.

I felt my face turn green as his fetid breath washed over me. I almost threw up. "Whew!" I recoiled, tears beading in my eyes. I pulled a small plastic box from my pocket and held it up. "How about a mint?"

No sooner had the words left my mouth that I knew I had said the wrong thing. Now I know no one likes to be insulted but insulting a Makuta? Let's just say they don't take lightly to offense.

Makuta hissed and snarled, raising his palm to allow tendrils of dark energy to pool in his palm. I instantly my eyes and waited for my abrupt end, when Makuta suddenly cried out and dropped me. A shrill cry escaped me on my way down and I grunted upon landing, massaging my aching backside. The towering mechanical giant before me began behaving erratically, moving every which way with frenzied, and jerking movements. I fled from his rampage to the safety of a cluster of bushes on the side of the path and watched closely in the dim light. Makuta yanked and clawed at something over his eyes. Something transparent and melting . . . .

"Ice!" I gasped in revelation.

"Why are you still sitting there?" A hand clad in armor grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me out of my crouch and towards the path once more. Thinking it was another Makuta, I wriggled and fought to defend myself, though it was unnecessary. No sooner had I been grabbed did my savior (or captor for that matter) shove me down the opposite end of the path.

I stumbled and barely caught myself in time before colliding with the ground. "What was that for?" I called once I turned my back towards Makuta and the new stranger. The darkness prevented me from seeing who had come to my aid, though a split second later the ground at my feet flash froze and I slipped.

"No arguing!" my rescuer called. He was male; that much was certain. "Get moving! I can't hold him off forever!" When I refused to move his impatience increased. "What're you standing there for? Run!"

I was more than happy to comply.

I ran at full speed down the leaf-littered dirt road, not stopping until I reached the main street that led up to my neighborhood. I bent over, hands on my knees, and panted, wiping sweat from my brow. If there was one thing I wasn't expecting, it was a workout on the most relaxing night of the week.

A pair of footsteps pounded on the asphalt behind me and I straightened myself up to meet whoever was approaching. It wasn't Makuta (the steps weren't heavy enough to be him) so that only left one possible candidate. My heart beat in anticipation on finding out who my rescuer was. He was obviously a being of power if he could spontaneously form ice out of mid-air. Images flashed through my head of who it could be and as his pace slowed and he drew closer to the orange light of the streetlight . . . my hopes suddenly fell and I frowned.

"Toa . . . Kopaka," I said with a disappointed sigh.

Kopaka regarded me with even less excitement and leaned against his length ice blade. Patches of frost still clung to the sliver and blue blades. "Don't sound too upset about it," he said sarcastically in the same biting tone he was famous for.

I pouted and crossed my arms over one another. "Well sorry, but I was just expecting . . . I don't know. Can I trade you for Pohatu instead?"

He raised an eyebrow and his frown deepened. "Do I look like a trading card?"

I shrunk back, intimidated. There was nothing worse than an angry Toa of Ice. "Fair enough. Now, if you'd be so kind as to answer three questions: Why is Makuta here? Why are you here? And why me?"

"To kill you; to protect you; and you serve some purpose."

I blinked, astonished by the abruptness of his answers. Apparently the stories did not lie. "You're pretty blunt, aren't you?"

"If you want long conversation, 'trade' me with Lewa," he replied as icily as the snow he commanded. "If you want short, sweet and to the point, I'm the one for you."

I nodded, satisfied with his explanation. "Can you elaborate on what purpose I serve? I mean, I'm nothing special, right?"

Kopaka shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "Wrong."

My optimism faded and I asked again, "Right?"

He shook his head. "No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" I shot back, frightened. "There has to be nothing special about me."

He shook his head again. "I wish there wasn't but there is. Now, come with me." He grasped my jacket sleeve and began escorting me up the street. "I will give you time to take anything you want with you, but not too much. you may lose most of it if you ever come back."

"Wait a minute," I cried, shifting out of his grasp. I put some distance between us and stared at him, an eyebrow arched. "Go with you where? What do you mean pack?"

"To the island of Mata Nui," he replied icily, "where else?" He produced a rustic Kanohi Olmak from his pack, a mask used specifically for passing through different dimensions. "I suggest you get packing."

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of what it was that was going on. In the blink of an eye, I went from being a seventh grader in junior high school to being hunted by Makuta and rescued by Kopaka. The situation was so farfetched that if I fell asleep right then and there, I would wake up in my bed. Suddenly, Kopaka snapped in front of my face and I yelped, jarred from my imaginings.

"If you're going to dream then I will leave you here," the Ice Toa threatened. "I will not go through the trouble of taking care of a unrealistic dreamer." I was about to deny me dreaming at all, but Kopaka wouldn't hear any of it. "You have ten minutes to gather whatever you wish to take. Otherwise I am leaving without you and you will be at the mercy of the Makuta."

"That's it?" I asked, baffled. "You're just going to leave me with an ultimatum like that." Kopaka was rumored to be many things, blunt, sarcastic, rude and loyal, but this was downright cruel.

The Toa Nuva of Ice shouldered his blade and looked down at me boredly, as if I were no more than a moment's annoyance. "You have eight minutes left," he said, ignoring my last statement. "Though if you don't want to pack any memorabilia of your life here, that's fine too."

Kopaka followed me to my house, keeping close in case Makuta decided to attack. He didn't give me any of the finer details as to how he escaped Makuta; just that the hulking giant had fled soon after Kopaka had decided to face him alone. It seemed odd to me; normally Makuta didn't run. He wasn't a coward.

We stopped at my house a short time after and we both stared up to look at it. My home was nothing special, the average two-story American home in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Though it was considered "grand" by Kopaka as most of the homes on Mata Nui were no more than stone, mud, or brick huts. I didn't like the though that I would most likely be living in one when I went with him.

"I won't be long," I said as a moved towards the front door, pulling a key from my pocket. Kopaka nodded and opted to wait outside to guard against any intruders. I shook my head. He was too serious sometimes. "Nothing's going to happen," I said before walking in. "There hasn't been so much as a break in for years."

He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, staring out into the darkened street. "You never know."

Deeming him as paranoid, I went inside and quietly closed the door. My parents were sleeping by this time and I didn't want to wake them and have to explain why there was a seven-foot mechanical being standing on our front porch. The less they knew, the better.

On silent feet, I crept up to my room and grasped a soccer duffle bag and flung open my drawers, grabbing clothes, shoes, a couple books to read and my iPod. I made sure it was fully charged before heading towards the door. I suddenly stopped and looked over to my dresser, reaching over to pick up a locket. It was a birthday present I had gotten a few years ago with a picture of my family inside. It was my most prized possession. Slipping it around my neck, I charged out of the house and to the front porch again. I didn't bother to take my house key with me. I had a feeling I wouldn't be back for a long time.

Kopaka glanced up at me as I stepped out onto the porch, the duffle bag slung over my shoulder. He didn't seem too concerned about my conflicted expression. "Ready?"

I bit my lip, suddenly having second thoughts. I didn't want to leave my family, but if Makuta was after me then I had no choice. Though I did consider if he would go after my parents, but thought otherwise. If it were me he was after, then he wouldn't bother with them. I nodded. "Ready."

Kopaka produced the Olmak from his pack once more and took me out to the street. Placing it over his own mask of Far-Seeing, he willed a portal into existence, a swirling vortex of color that it left me momentarily blinded. The Toa was on his way towards it, but I stopped him with my voice.

"Kopaka," I said in a small voice. I met his icy gaze as he glanced back at me; he looked alien to me staring out of the slanted, helmet-like visor of the mask. "What exactly is it that I'll be doing on Mata Nui? I mean, why are you taking me there?"

He turned back to the portal. "I already told you, to protect you . . . and to be my apprentice. I will teach you how to become the next Toa of Ice . . . in case something should happen to me."

I pulled a face. None of this made any sense to me. to could just find Matoran to replace them right, so what did they need humans for? Especially average humans like me? Before I could inquire more about what was to happen to me, he stepped through the portal - dragging me along with him.

Sarcastic tone is still still, nothing too fancy. Just wanted to give you all something to chew on. Uh . . . this will be updated sporadically and will have no set update schedule, as I'm currently working on another project, so bear with me.

Thank you all for reading and I'll be back . . . sometime in the future . . . I hope.

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