Welcome! I want to get right into the story, so please see the review topic's first post for comments about what to expect, etc.
Just three things briefly for here. First, it was written originally in text file format with many images aligned well with the text flowing around it, which I've known for some time now doesn't apparently work for BZP posts. Please bear with the "between paragraph" format of the images used here. Much later I will begin releasing "final" versions of the text files (ten chapters per file). Look for news on that in my review topic comments.
Second, the text file version also has many comments attached to parts clarifying things that are not canon, crediting artists, etc. For this version, those will always be put in the review topic post that goes with each chapter (or edit of my latest post there), stating what image or text the comment goes with. (Although in the case of credit for other artists' work I will also mention it at the end of each chapter post. If no such mention is made, the image is either from LEGO somehow or another, or may be my own work. Some are edits.)
Third, as this is a chronological version of events the canon story tells out of order, it necessarily includes spoilers from the story. For anyone who isn't already familiar with Bionicle I would recommend considering reading/watching/etc. the canon sources first, depending on what you feel you would prefer best; both approaches have pros and cons, but this is designed to be understandable to someone who knows nothing of Bionicle.
PART ONE -- Warring with Fate
Chapter 1 -- Without Destiny
There was no language to describe the wonder of the landscape before me, nor the intense apprehension and terror I felt at knowing what must happen to it before it could reach its true destiny.
There was no vocabulary.
Only thoughts, for I had only just begun to exist.
I stood on a tall cliff overlooking the boundary between a vast northern forest and an even vaster sandy region to the south. Plants and streams dotted the desert, but I knew these would one day disappear.
How do I know these things? I mused to myself.
The whole picture was clear before me but it was quickly fading. The ultimate end of this destiny I had already forgotten before I had even begun to wish I could describe the natural beauty sprawled before me.
Now that destiny felt more like a horrific fate, for I thought I saw the land being trampled by the feet of battling giants whose heads reached beyond the lofty clouds, as a vast army marched across the land.
This was clearly not happening right now.
But far into the future, it would.
This didn't seem to make much sense to me, for I was already realizing that these clouds were much higher and this land much wider than my innate sense of reality said should be possible. Somehow I knew that this was a planet, and I understood gravity and matter and how an atmosphere that was too large should be crushing me right now. Yet it was not.
Grasping desperately to this one image of destiny, I closed my eyes and waited while more and more of what I knew was stolen away.
Now as I inscribe this memoir near the end of my life in the city of New Atero, I know that what I felt was something like waking from a dream.
I had gained instant knowledge of virtually everything I was to experience in my future, in the moment I came to exist atop this cliff. Now the very process of registering the waking world was erasing that memory.
That scene of giants remained clear. I tried to follow the destiny backwards from there, clinging to more and more important pieces, and some of them remained, but the vast majority faded away into empty blackness. The truth was, I wanted to forget a lot of it. So much death, so much pain... Was it worth it?
I wished I had remembered the goal, but at least I knew there was a goal. I vowed to cling to that knowledge no matter how hard things would get. I would need it.
The process slowed, and I cautiously opened my eyes. What I had retained was solid, but I replayed the images rapid-fire in my head over and over again just to be sure. Part of my innate knowledge of how things worked told me that repetition was the key to long-term memory. To repeat something around six times was to make it firm, and the more often beyond that the better.
Another sliver of hope came when, almost as an afterthought, I realized that I had also been given knowledge of all languages, and I sighed audibly in relief at the knowledge that I would have a way to write down what I knew. I vowed to do this, for I was certain there were countless other beings in existence and none of them -- or at least, very few -- knew what I knew. Perhaps that knowledge could help them.
I looked down at my body -- for I did have a body.
Somehow I knew this was not normal for this world.
I was made of metal.
Well, not just metal. I had organic muscles, mostly hidden behind the armor, but it showed through in a few places. There it appeared dark gray and fibrous, something like rope. I seemed to have a sense of touch throughout the metal armor, which didn't seem to make sense, but there it was. The rest of me was mechanical parts around an engineered 'skeleton' and covered in armor instead of skin. I remembered the term for this was biomechanical.
I was biped, with two legs and two arms, but short. My arms were longer than my legs, so I held them naturally out to the sides somewhat.
Was that a flashing light?
Yes. There was a little technological light in the middle of my chest, blinking on and off. Colored yellow.
The rest of my armor was plain gray, but I liked the way the sunlight, the colors of the greenery and sand around me, and my own shadow reflected off of it in distorted form. Tiny flecks in the surface of the metal seemed to sparkle if I turned so that the light's angle off of them moved.
I noticed something odd in a somewhat flat surface on the back of my hand -- the reflection of my face.
It was the only part of me with any color added -- dark green. Something seemed odd about it -- it was in the basic shape of a face but stylized geometrically.
I lifted a hand to it, and immediately noticed that while my hand felt the face, the face did not feel the hand. Rather, I felt that something on my face had been pushed slightly more tightly inward, indirectly.
I remembered that the color on it was paint.
Pulled it off to look at it.
Strange. It had been magnetically attached to my face. Why would...
Weak... I felt weak... more and more. Eyes felt heavy...
A involuntary urge moved my arm to turn the mask back around and put it back on my face.
Immediately I felt normal.
Kanohi. That word came to mind. It was the word for mask on this planet.
Some day it would come to mean this specific kind of mask, in another world. I hadn't quite remembered exactly what world, but I felt that I was destined to move to that world whenever I found it. I had a sense that it... didn't exist yet.
Another word almost came forward -- the word for the sort of being I was -- but it refused to surface. I remembered only that I was the only one of my kind for now and the others like me would live in that new world.
I was saddened by this, because I realized that I already loved this world I saw in front of me. The leaves of the plants fascinated me. The fresh smell of the gentle breeze. The various creatures I caught faint glimpses of moving through the forest.
And then I noticed something that was not like any of this.
Another short humanoid being moving through the plants at the bottom of the cliff.
I immediately realized it was something intelligent like me, though without my knowledge of destiny I could not have guessed. This was one of the inhabitants of this land.
Unlike me, it wore no mask and appeared fully organic, with grayish-blue skin. Its eyes glowed red. As it got closer, I saw that it had an ornately forged metal chestplate with two holes in the top, hanging from two ropes over its shoulder, connecting to a similar piece on the back. It also wore a metal helmet, which looked to have been painted red long ago along with the armor, but the paint had faded.
The face had somewhat reptilian features, and it had pointed fingers with metallic claws, but it had no scales.
In its claws, the creature carried a tall metallic bone. I gathered that all the bones of the life on this planet were partially metallic like this. Tied to the top of the bone was a sharp claw, much too large to belong to the diminutive creature.
It -- or rather, he, I sensed -- was moving toward a dim silvery light I saw flickering at the base of the cliff, almost right under me.
The creature kept looking up at the cliff, not right at me, but his eyes seemed to wander all over it, and his face seemed confused. He didn't direct such an expression at anything else around -- I sensed that other than this cliff, he was familiar with the area. The cliff did not belong.
I waited until he wasn't looking my way, so the motion wouldn't attract his gaze, and ducked down behind a bush, taking the opportunity to look behind me.
There wasn't anything back there but more cliff. I seemed to be atop a tall pedestal of a sort, as if a massive piston had pushed a jagged chunk of rock straight up. The top was elongate, narrowing at the two north and south ends to a point.
Was I supposed to let this being see me? Why was I here? How had I come to be?
And why did I feel such a strong sense of foreboding?
I cautiously peeked back.
The word for this being came to mind finally. Agori. That was the name of both the most populous kind of intelligent life here, and the language that they and most others spoke. I remembered that there were indeed others, some taller and some much taller.
The Agori seemed fascinated by the pulsing light, and began to walk faster toward it.
Quickly I scuffled to the other side of the cliff where I saw a loose rock.
I turned back, in time to see the Agori disappear behind a tree lined up between us.
I aimed for the north and threw.
The Agori came back out behind the tree and I ducked, so I didn't see the rock land, but I heard it.
Peeked over again.
The Agori had froze at the thundrous crashing. Was faced north, spear aimed dead at the source of the sound. Too many plants blocked his view of what had caused it.
Why did I do that? I wondered.
But the same instinct made me then turn and run to the back of the cliff.
Before I could think about it, my body had lunged over the edge, spinning as it did, and I grabbed a handhold a few inches down that I hadn't consciously known was there. But now as I kept going I remembered that one of the things I'd remembered was the full detail of the shape of this particular rock face.
As if sleepwalking I climbed rapidly and silently down the west cliff, while I let my mind wander over all the mysteries of my existence.
I hit the ground and immediately chose to run south, knowing the Agori would be glancing north warily from now on, probably convinced some wild predator was stalking the woods there.
I slowed and rounded the rock edge just in time to see him reaching with his spear in to a tall vertical gash in the east cliff wall.
The light was coming from what seemed like a pocket inside this. Earth filled most of the gap, but I could see a small void where the gash met with the horizontal ground. The dirt and grass of the ground there seemed to dip down in toward a hole there too.
Horror washed over me as I realized what was about to happen, but the memory surfaced far too late.
The Agori had leaned in to place the staff inside a small pool shape inside the rock, hoping to rest his weight against the spear's tip so he could lean in further and get a closer look.
"STOP!" I screamed, running forward at top speed. The grass was sparse here and sand grains flew as my feet pounded.
But the spear dissolved. The white light flared with a deep magnetic humming sound and crackled like lightning. The Agori fell, his face filled with surprise.
He landed with a splash inside. The walls of the gash mercifully hid the sight of what happened to him from my sight. He screamed, and gurgled, and then nothing.
I slowed, now in fear for my own life, and, keeping my distance, glancing around in vain hope to find maybe a long and sturdy stick I could maybe grab to hand to him and pull him out... I looked in at the shining silver liquid.
He was gone, without the slightest trace.
The liquid flared brightly for a few more seconds, the hum reverberating painfully with my ears, and then faded to a translucent form, so I could see for sure that no Agori remained.
At the base of the gash was a bowl-like shape of a dark blackish-metallic stone I recognized as exsidian. This was the only sort of material I knew of that could resist the effects of this substance.
Like me, I remembered, the silver liquid was not made of normal matter like everything else here. It normally existed only deep underground, in the planet's core. I and it were protodermis, a strange, highly advanced molecule with potential for an infinite range of powers and the ability to mimic the physics of a wide variety of natural materials. It had the potential for so much good and so much bad.
But unlike me, this was the only natural form, and it was the most mysterious of all.
This was energized protodermis.
Some tectonic upheaval must have pushed this cliff upward and this bowl had brought up the substance. All the dirt that had touched it had been destroyed... except one small pebble I noticed that... had grown eyes, and was now hopping out and north to the jungle.
If it is your destiny to be transformed by this... That was one thing. Unpredictable. Perhaps I was a bit of air or a span of dirt that had been given a strange unknown destiny? It wasn't a coincidence, I felt, that I came to exist here and now.
But that effect was rare.
If you have no such destiny.... you are destroyed.
I couldn't help but wonder if life would be like that for me. I had learned so much of destiny, but I was certain that at no point had I been informed of whether I had a destiny.
Edited by bonesiii, Jul 14 2014 - 03:19 PM.