Bionicle Legacies: Book 1
The Mata Nuian sun crept slowly beneath the horizon on the final day of the Great Matoran Civilization. Only a few hours earlier, a great battle swept through the Matoran’s universe. It wiped out almost every sign that there had ever been a people that inhabited the caves. But some relics remained, such as two Toa who had once broken up their team in a war of words, but now were together as more than friends. These Toa, their elements Ice and Fire, had barely survived that final battle.
The Toa of Ice, one of the few females of the element, stood overlooking her childhood home. The bitterly cold wind of Ko-Wahi reflected her mood. She stood at a place that her ancestor, the mighty Toa Kopaka once favored, for it overlooked not just a small settlement but most of the island of Mata-Nui. She imagined him meeting with his friend and wife, Toa Gali, and the two of them watching over their island home. They had both died early in the war that had destroyed what they had worked so hard to save. The deeds of Gali and Kopaka lived only through the Toa of Ice.
Hearing the soft pattern of quiet, yet shaky footsteps behind her, she turned and saw the other surviving Toa, her friend the Toa of Fire.
He had been there when Metru-Nui fell to the dark forces that wiped out the civilization. He had known what atrocities the rebels could and would have committed, and yet he still had joined them. It was him and two other Toa that had warned the Ice Toa's group of the final attack on the Northern Continent. Even with that warning, all on that landmass except him and her died brutal deaths.
Though neither of them was alive for the start of the long war, both knew its history. A Matoran of Stone named Ahkmou had openly rebelled against the traditions and peace. Before he could be subdued, hundreds of beings stood with him against the ones who were attempting to stop him. That was when the first act of war happened. No one ever realized who began the violence, but to both sides, it didn't matter. The once war-some Skakdi had turned to peace only two or three generations before. Their kings turned back into Warlords, their most peaceful subjects being executed publicly to ensure peace wouldn’t return. The Vortixx, were the only ones who seemed to stay on the sidelines, but even they were involved, producing weapons for both sides. Order in the universe was no more.
“Good evening, Kolana.” The Fire Toa spoke a moment after reaching her. Their eyes met briefly before the Ice Toa looked away.
She sobbed, still grieving for her dead friends and family. The fear she felt for herself and her friend was overwhelming, for she knew that they would be alone for a long time. “Takano…” She spoke when she regained control.
He stepped over and embraced her, knowing that she needed him more than ever. He let a single tear escape from one of his eyes as he held her, trying to calm her. “It’s alright.” He comforted.
They stood there for a few moments before finally separating. He looked into her sky blue eyes, and saw the love for those she had lost. She looked back, and saw something that surprised her, a pain that came from his love for her. They stood there for a few moments before Takano finally spoke.
“You know what we are to do.” He said. Scared for what was to come, he looked away from his friend.
“We have to, if we are to preserve our kind.” She spoke strongly, determined not to break down again. “The Organics are already starting a new civilization to the southeast. We both know that they can’t find out that we still exist.”
He laughed bitterly. “So we run. We do what other Toa have been doing for centuries.” Sighing, he turned to her, and continued, “I don’t mean we shouldn’t. I just think that it’s ironic that we, the last of our kind, are following the same path that led to our civilization’s destruction.”
“I know it’s not what you want. It’s not what I want either. But Mata-Nui has expressed to us through the Red Star that it’s what we have to do. It is our Duty and Destiny.” Kolana gently put her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “C’mon, it’s getting dark. We need to get to the Sanctuary before the daylight is gone.”
He turned to her, and smiled. “Then what are we waiting for?”
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The walk to Ko-Koro was a near-silent march. They were almost to the village when Kolana suddenly stopped their movement. She turned to Takano, scared to say what she felt she needed to.
Takano looked at her puzzled, and she felt a wave of cold nervousness flow through her. “Why’d we stop, Kolana?” He asked quietly. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong.” She bit her lip, frightened at how he might take what she had to say. “Takano?” The Toa of Ice said after another minute, regaining the other’s attention.
“Ye--" He was stopped mid-sentence by Kolana abruptly putting her arms around him, and her lips to his in a warm, but calm kiss. Takano gently returned the kiss, and they embraced each other for a moment before pulling apart.
“I love you Takano.” She said softly as she stepped away from him.
“I don’t doubt it, Kolana, my love.” She gasped as he smiled. “I guess I just didn’t expect you to say anything.”
“I didn’t either. But if I am to survive what we must do, I had to tell you.” She replied. “We need to get to the village now though. It’s just over the next hill.”
He grabbed her hand and as they walked the short distance to the top of the hill, they forgot about their pains for a while. But, as it always is, it was too short a distance, and too short of a break. The hill had been hiding one of the last strongholds and battlefields of the war. Kolana nearly collapsed with grief as she looked upon her ruined village. Though she had been living upon the Northern Continent, she still called the small village of Ko-Koro home. It pained her severely to see the broken bodies of the guards, and the shattered remains of the gates.
They kept walking, even with Kolana’s weakness, and were soon near the center of the Koro. She looked around, memories of her friends and elders rushing through her. She had known almost everyone in the village personally, and those she didn’t know well, she still recognized. Most had gone to fight in the war when they came of age, and almost all of them died in their early battles. Ko-Koro had always been a place for studying, whether it was the stars, the histories, or the prophecies, they were not prepared to fight in a war. Kolana was one of the few that had survived her first trials at war, and as such was tested with the small cache of Toa Stones that the leaders of the matoran had. She, Takano, and five others became Toa that day. Their seventh team member was killed during their first battle as Toa, which deeply divided the team.
She remembered him well, a fellow Toa of Ice. He had been different from the first time they met in Ko-Koro before they were recruited. He had grown up in Le-Wahi before his parents died in a small battle near the southern peninsula, and had the personality of a Le-Matoran. He was Kolana’s first love.
Thinking about him brought fresh tears to her eyes, and she wished that he was there with her now, just for his strength in adversity.
As they reached the Sanctuary complex, Kolana thought about the tales of the first generation of peace on Mata-Nui. She thought about the young children running across the slippery ground, often falling, and bursting into laughter. Even Nuju would laugh at their antics.
Looking up at the once grand, but now tarnished Sancutary, Kolana remembered the first time she had gone in. Kopaka’s mask had once hung over the doorway, an emblem of his quest to watch over and protect the Matoran. As she stepped inside, she looked up to where the ice skylight once capped the rotunda of the Sanctuary. Snow had begun to gently fall outside, and some was coming in through the hole. She hadn’t realized how damaged the appearance of the building had become. The ice sculptures that had been there for generations were shattered on the floor, and the ancient carvings of Turaga Nuju had been vandalized to the point of no longer having the ability to be read.
They moved deeper and deeper, and as they did so, Kolana became more and more saddened at what had become of her main place of studies before becoming a Toa. After finding their way through the ruins, they at last arrived in the place they were going. It was a simple room, only holding the transports that Kopaka and the other Toa Mata had arrived on Mata-Nui in. They somehow had escaped the sacking of Ko-Koro without any sign of attack.
Takano paused in the entrance as Kolana walked over to the transport that had been used by Kopaka. It had a simple snowflake design carved into the side. When she touched the marking, it began to faintly glow with a blue the color of her eyes. She let another sob escape from her, as she looked at the snowflake. The Toa of Fire walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“You were thinking about him again, weren’t you?” He asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
She nodded. “I just wish he was here. He’d be so happy for us.”
Kolana swallowed her tears, knowing that they were going to be saying good-bye soon. She looked up through the open roof, and saw the moon coming out from behind a cloud, the beauty of it not lost on the Toa.
“It’s nice isn’t it, Kolana--A great night for leaving our pasts behind.” He sighed, figuring that she was ready to leave. Takano grasped her hand, and they walked to the transport that Tahu had used all those millennia ago. “Good luck, my Friend. May Mata Nui protect you.”
They shared one last quick kiss, before Kolana stepped back to her ancestor’s transport. As she climbed in, she looked one last time at her surroundings, and wondered if she would ever return to her home. Taking a deep breath, she lowered the hatch, and as all went dark remembered her dead friend.
Author's Notes: First, I would like to say how good it is to be back to BZPower's Library. Now I'd like to give some background on this story. This is the rewritten prologue to my first and only completed Epic on the old BZPower forums. I've been working on it since the forums went offline, and am glad to finally feel like the prologue is ready for posting. This project marks the five year anniversary of the posting of the original prologue, even though that version was posted back in July of 2006. I will try to post chapters as I complete them, but the process of redoing an epic is pretty intense, so I can't make any promises about the completion of this project. The main reason for the rewrite is simply that I want to reuse the plot of The Return and use my better writing style and the understanding of both Bionicle's universe, and my Bionicle Legacies universe. as you read this prologue, you might have noticed that I have added, when compared with the old one, I have added a dead love intrest for Kolana. He will be introduced more in a Short Story/Short Epic that I have also began work on.
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Edited by AZBlue, Oct 18 2011 - 01:54 PM.