LostHead

That's fair. I encourage you not to give up! You'd be surprised how quickly you can improve.

I can see some potential here! For a first attempt, it shows a lot of promise. Mapping out a plot thread and cleaning up a bit will help you quite a bit. Excited to see where you go from here!

This was sweet! I quite liked it. The Toa Metru are woefully under developed, this was a nice glimpse at giving them some depth.

Part 5: Gali struggled as Krika’s blade drew close. The Makuta had pinned her to a tree with one spindly arm, and placed his other hand at her neck. “You should’ve taken my offer,” the Makuta said with a hint of regret in his voice, “there’s no hope for you now.” The Toa of Water simply smiled. “That’s what you don’t understand about Toa,” she shot back, “we tend to thrive when things seem hopeless.” Before Krika could respond, Gali aimed her blaster at his chest and fired a stream of water. In an instant, the Makuta was flung across, slamming into another tree. Gali kicked off of the tree and charged at him, only for her opponent to vanish just before she struck him. Once he was gone, she made a sharp turn, and sailed through the air towards her fellow Toa. * * * Lewa plunged his blade forward, but where his target had been moments ago, there was now nothing but empty air. “You’ll have to be quicker than that,” Antroz taunted as he reappeared behind the Toa of Air. * * * At last, six Toa Nuva and six Makuta clashed once more at the core of the universe. Blasts of light, shadow, and elemental energy fired all throughout the swamp. Suddenly, a bright light shone throughout the swamp, enveloping everything. Both Toa and Makuta alike ceased fire. Even the three blinded Makuta could feel a shift in energy, and hissed as the light singed their very armor. As soon as it appeared, the light was gone. The Toa’s vision restored, they looked to the east, and saw a newcomer approach. Antroz growled. “It’s him,” he muttered. He flew to his fellow brothers, anticipating the coming storm. Over the waters of Karda Nui, the newcomer, armored in gray and white, soared past at blistering speeds, firing bolts of light from his hands. The Makuta screeched, scattering to the wind and preparing to return fire. “Who is he?” Radiak asked from upon Antroz’s back. But the Makuta was silent, simmering in dread. The gray and white figure drew a staff and a blaster, firing one last ball of light before coming to a stop in midair. A faint glow surrounded him, betraying to those present the light energy that dwelled within him. The Brotherhood had all heard stories of this Toa, but only one had faced him before. The Toa Nuva flew past in formation, united once more, and looked to the new arrival. Tahu laughed. “Took him long enough.” At last, Takanuva had arrived. The Toa of Twilight hovered in midair, and locked eyes with his opponents. Hovering side by side with his fellow Toa, he finally entered the battle. “So,” he said, a slight grin spreading across his face, “anyone up for Kolhii?”

Part 4: In the distance, far from the conflict that had consumed Karda Nui, Toa Ignika watched the Toa Nuva do battle with the Makuta. The Ignika’s relatively new mind was racing with thoughts. It had only been an hour ago that Icarax had told the Toa about the mask’s true nature. Staring down at the water, the Toa examined his Kanohi mask, and confirmed his suspicions. The mask had changed from gold, into a dark silver, a sign he had just learned to be an omen of the Great Spirit’s death. His first instinct had been to rush to the Toa’s aid. But as he approached the battle, another thought came to mind, and he had darted out of the way of the chaos. Could he control it? The mask would dictate Mata Nui’s doom, after all, but the mask wasn’t simply a mask he wore. He and the mask were one in the same. If he truly was the Ignika, could he not simply halt the process? The Toa hovered above the swamp water in deep concentration, shutting its eyes tight as it tried to reach into the depths of its subconscious. Surely, he reasoned, if he tried hard enough, he could find what needed to be done in order to awaken the Great Spirit. And yet, nothing changed. For all the power Toa Ignika was bestowed with, he couldn’t find a way to awaken the Great Spirit on his own. Then what power? The thought plagued him. What must be done to awaken Mata Nui? In his solitude, the Toa stared down at his own two hands, and felt frustration. What he had not considered when creating a mind and body for himself, was how aggravating it would be to listen to one’s own thoughts. Doubt and fear clouded the once innocent Toa. He grunted, searching for what to do next. All he could hear in his mind was one question, over and over. Who am I? Ignika thrashed around in midair, using the limbs he had created to violently attack the air. His hands curled into fists, he attacked as though he was fighting for his life, but there was no enemy there to battle. Who am I? Clutching the mask in his hands, he let out a guttural yell. The sound had startled Toa Ignika. He had never heard himself, or anyone for that matter, make such a noise. He glanced down at his hands once again, perplexed at the existence he found himself with. He searched desperately for the words, and he at last vocalized the question that plagued his young mind. “Who… who am I?” * * * Icarax groaned as he dodged out of the way of a ball of light. Despite his renewed confidence, every action still pained him greatly. He moved gracefully, but not quietly, as he ignored the pain in favor of his opponent. After all, he reasoned, getting hit with the light energy would hurt a lot more. Opposite of him, the white and gray armored Takanuva flung his power lance forward, forming a new ball of light on the blade and twisting his body around to chuck it once more at the Makuta. The two had gotten into a rhythm; anything Takanuva threw, Icarax would dodge out of the way, allowing the ball to dissipate into the air before Takanuva began the cycle anew. It had gotten old after the third go around. The Toa of Light was on his eighth. “Come now,” Icarax goaded as he ducked below another ball of light, “surely if you were going to kill me, you could find a more straightforward method than this.” Takanuva scoffed as he created another orb of light. “I’m not going to kill you. Just defeat you.” Icarax laughed, and felt a stabbing pain shoot through his torso as he did. “Your precious Toa Code…” He cackled, and began sauntering towards Takanuva. The Toa of Light lowered his lance for only a moment, taken aback by Icarax’s actions. “Look what your code has done for me!” He gestured to his own body, placing his hands on his abdomen. Takanuva looked for just a moment, and saw what he had not noticed before. The Makuta’s armor was damaged, piercing his own organic material and scraping against itself. The gruesome sight gave him pause. “What… What happened to you?” “The Ignika happened to me,” the Makuta growled as he put all of his weight into another step forward, “the Toa saw more fit to torture me than end my life.” He grinned, locking eyes with the Toa of Light. “If you were merciful, you would kill me.” The Toa of Light was confused, almost frozen in shock. He hadn’t expected this. But despite his lack of action, the Makuta had made no attempt to attack. “Make the tough choice,” Icarax sneered. Takanuva grimaced, shutting his eyes as he pulled back his power lance. In an instant, he opened them once more and jumped back through the air. Floating above Icarax, he flung another ball of light at the injured Makuta, only for him to catch it on the blade of his weapon. Icarax laughed heartily, admiring the ball of light as it balanced on the tip of his blade. “Oh, now we’re talking…” With a ferocious roar, he flung the ball back to Takanuva, and shot up into the air. Takanuva simply reached out a hand, and caught the ball. The two opponents hovered in midair opposite each other, preparing to strike. He flung forward the ball once more, only for Icarax to strike it back with his weapon. Takanuva hit the ball in midair with his power lance, exerting more force this time, only for it to land in Icarax’s clutches. “Come now,” the Makuta goaded, “you can do better.” Growling in frustration, Takanuva made a new ball of light and darted forward towards his enemy. Spinning through the air, he flipped forward and flung the ball off of his lance, aiming square at Icarax’s chest. Months before, a similar attack had managed to defeat Makuta Teridax. But as he would remember, this was not Teridax he was facing. Icarax seemed unfazed, save for a light grunt as he caught the ball and tossed it upwards, only to fly up and strike it back down with his weapon. The ball was now directly above Takanuva, and heading downwards fast. Before the Toa of Light could react, it struck him in the head. The impact was only a minor annoyance, but it only angered Takanuva further. Icarax returned to the stone ledge, clenching his jaw as he felt his body ache from the landing. It pained him to do so, but he took the opportunity to laugh at the Toa. “A Toa of Light, hit by a Kolhii ball of his own element. Is this truly the best I could take on?” With a roar, Takanuva dove straight towards Icarax, pulling back his lance. In an instant, he landed his right foot on the Makuta’s chest, and kicked him to the ground as he landed on top of him. Icarax should have had fear, but only smirked, wincing as the Toa of Light pressed his foot into his chest. “Now we’re talking,” he managed to grunt before Takanuva placed the bladed tip of his spear at the Makuta’s neck. “Shut up,” Takanuva said, “or I’ll pry your master’s mask off of your corpse.” “Oh? Such promise of power. You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” Eyes blazing with fury, Takanuva let the power lance drop to the ground. Clenching his fists, his right hand began to spark, as wisps of shadow energy traveled through his body. Raising his arm, he began forming a ball of shadow in his hand, but stopped at the sound of Icarax’s laughter. “YES!” The Makuta coughed between cheers, his metal armor groaning as he brought his hands together to clap. “This is the result of my efforts! My prize!” The Toa of Light leaned down and wrapped his shadowy fingers around the Makuta’s neck. Raising him up to eye level, he let the energy pulse into Icarax’s body. “What are you talking about?” Icarax choked. “The shadow leech, of course. Who do you think deployed it?” Through interrupted breaths, he managed a cackle. “I created you, Takanuva. You are what I made you, Toa of Twilight. Embrace it! This is who you are!” Takanuva loosened his grip ever so slightly, as Icarax’s words sank in. “You will help me,” the Makuta continued, “we can destroy Teridax together! I will rule… and you will be my top enforcer. My agent of death, my right hand… my Toa of Shadows.” With a great struggle, he raised a hand towards Takanuva. “For so long, you have sought belonging. This is it. This is your destiny.” No longer able to face Icarax, the Toa of Light allowed his opponent to drop to the stone floor. Staring at his own right hand, still crackling with dark energy, a question once again tolled in Takanuva’s mind. What have I become? “I know it, Takanuva,” Icarax said as he slowly rose to his feet, “you yearn for more. You want power, to destroy your enemies once and for all. I can give you that.” The Toa of Light fell to his knees, staring down at the swamp below him. He said nothing, his mind racing with possibilities. “We share an enemy in Teridax.” Icarax seemed almost disgusted as he said the name. “He is powerful, yes. But with our forces combined, we can end him.” Takanuva didn’t look at Icarax, but scoffed. “Yeah… and place you on his throne.” Slowly, he turned his gaze to the Makuta. “You’re all the same. Spineless traitors.” “Yes, I desire power, Takanuva. That is natural. Achieving power is the destiny of all beings. Let me help you find yours.” The Makuta seemed oddly sympathetic as he outstretched his hand. Silently, Takanuva rose to his feet, locking eyes with Makuta Icarax. "I…" he searched for the right words. "I don't know who I am." Icarax smiled wickedly, but was interrupted before he could speak. "But," Takanuva continued, "I don't need you to tell me that." He picked up his power lance once more, and pointed the blade at the Makuta. "My destiny is my own." Icarax at last let his hand drop. With a snarl, he prepared his own weapon. "Without me, your destiny is nothing." The Toa of Light did not respond, only flying up into the air. Lining the Makuta in his sight, he aimed his skyblaster, and fired a blast of light energy at the rocky ledge. In an instant, the blast collided with the stone, and the cavern groaned as it began to collapse. Icarax darted to the side to avoid the collision, but his escape was just as quickly halted as the rocky debris struck him in the back. Fallen to the surface, the Makuta screamed as he attempted to scamper back into the air, but his efforts were worthless, as the cavern, with him on the ledge, collapsed into the swamp below. In the sky above, Takanuva watched as his opponent disappeared into the collapsing rock. It wasn't the first time he had watched a Makuta seemingly die by his hand, and he suspected that, like last time, this wasn't the end. He began to descend to search the wreckage, but stopped himself. His mind thought of Gali and Pohatu, and the other Toa Nuva still fighting the Makuta. The swamp was still loud, the sound of battle echoing throughout. My friends, Takanuva thought to himself, I’ve left them alone for too long. Against himself, he departed the fallen cavern, and the possible grave of Makuta Icarax, to aid his friends in battle. But even as he flew through the air once more, he thought back to the many worlds he had traveled through. Any decision, he knew, could create an alternate outcome. Had Matoro failed to save the universe, had Nidhiki sided with Tuyet against Lhikan, he had seen a world for both of these alternate paths. It occurred to him that, somewhere in the multiverse, there was a world where he had accepted Icarax's offer. His mind couldn’t help but wonder, what would have happened if he did? What scared him the most, was how close he came to finding out. * * * Icarax screamed in pain as he dragged himself up onto the top of the newly created pile of rocks at the floor of the swamp. His weakened and cramped armor scraped against stone as he clawed his way upwards. At last, he reached the top of the small mound, collapsing on his back to lay down. Once he had caught his breath, the Makuta screamed out into the air again. Not out of pain this time, but rage. He had taken a gamble on his second visit to Metru Nui. When he had traveled there only weeks before, he quickly retrieved the Kraahkan and departed, only briefly seeing the Toa of Light. He had wanted to fight Takanuva, but Teridax had given him strict instructions. That time, he obeyed. On his second trip, he was tasked with deploying a shadow leech onto a Matoran who was loyal to Teridax, a Po-Matoran by the name of Ahkmou. The Matoran had worked as a double agent for the Makuta for years, first working to bring the Great Disks to Nidhiki and Krekka, then delivering Teridax’s poison unto the people of Po-Koro through infected Kolhii balls. Simple acts of treachery, but more than enough to prove his loyalty. The leader of the Brotherhood had decided he was long overdue an appointment to the legion of Shadow Matoran. Icarax, though he didn’t voice his thoughts, disagreed. The Shadow Matoran were useful, yes, but the thought of a Toa of Shadow to call his own was tantalizing. One of his fellow Makuta had once spoken of summoning corrupted Toa of Light from other dimensions to use as soldiers. But with Takanuva, Icarax had thought, I could achieve that goal within my own dimension. So the Makuta instead deployed a shadow leech into the Archives, where he knew that the creature would surely be able to find Takanuva. Once his job was done, Icarax returned to Destral, and waited patiently. But when he had finally met Takanuva in Karda Nui, the Makuta was severely disappointed. The Toa had changed, yes, but something must have interrupted the transformation. He still had far too much light in him. Icarax’s efforts to complete his corruption had been in vain, leading the Makuta to a rocky grave at the bottom of the swamp where he now lay. He screamed once more, thrusting a clawed fist into the air. His gamble had failed, and now all he had accomplished was creating a Toa of Light with slightly less reservation about killing. But he left me alive, thought Icarax, and a smile spread across his face. I still have time to make him regret it. His hope renewed, Icarax turned his gaze toward the Codrex. As he at last rose to his feet, he considered the Plan Teridax had laid out, and reminded himself of what needed to be done. Make the future begin, he echoed within his own mind.

I know I'm quite late coming to this, but I really love this story. Krahka is a fascinating character that goes quite underutilized in the story, and you've done a lot with her. The usage of terms from her language is a unique approach I don't see often, and it does a good job of conveying how she yearns to fit in with the top dwellers. And Takua was a fun appearance to have. The Cataclysm scene was well done, as well. I love seeing different perspectives on major canon events. Overall, a really well done vignette into Krahka's downtime between books.

Thanks you so much! I'm glad you liked it, I really wanted to capture the vibes of the Legends books. In Hahli's chapter, that is actually meant to be Ta-Wahi. She and Macku have returned to the island above, as we learn she suggested at one point in the books. I realize looking back that having them get all the way back to Mata Nui may have been a bit much of a stretch, so I may revise that at some point. You also make a good point about Onepu. Given that he's more or less Jaller's equivalent in Onu-Koro, it would have made a lot of sense to acknowledge him. I'm so glad you enjoyed!

Review thread for A Simple Game of Kolhii, a canon compliant storyline taking place during Bionicle Legends 11: The Final Battle. Please leave any constructive criticism or reactions! Story is found here: https://www.bzpower.com/topic/35593-a-simple-game-of-kolhii/

Part 3: As Takanuva skimmed the surface of the water, he found himself contemplating the events of the past hour. Since arriving in Karda Nui, he had mistaken Gali for a murderous warlord, fought against a swarm of angry insects, and had his friends question if he was their sworn enemy. Overall, he had experienced better days. Now, he found himself traveling with Gali and Pohatu, heading straight into the final battle. With the Makuta’s defeat, the Toa would finally be able to awaken Mata Nui, and the struggle of one thousand years would finally be over. With so much pressure on the upcoming battle, Takanuva couldn’t help but be nervous. For a moment, the Toa of Light turned his gaze to the sky, and skidded to a halt once he did. Up above, in one of the towering caverns that adorned the sky of Karda Nui, he saw a figure he recognized all too well. A crimson armored warrior, wearing the Mask of Shadows that once belonged to the Makuta of Metru Nui. It had been mere days ago that he had seen this figure flying above the Silver Sea, and it was a sighting that had changed Takanuva’s life. He had spent months believing that he had successfully defeated the Makuta, and that his destiny was fulfilled. Now, eight Makuta swarmed the swamps, the Great Spirit was dying, and he was no closer to knowing his destiny than before. But maybe, he wondered to himself, it lies with him. The other Toa hovered nearby Takanuva, having come to a stop when they realized he was not with them. Gali slowly approached him. “Takanuva, what’s wrong?” The Toa of Light didn’t respond for a moment. His attention was solely devoted to the black and red warrior up above. Why is he just standing there? Whoever this mysterious figure was, he knew that he couldn’t leave this alone. Pohatu glanced upwards, and saw the figure Takanuva was looking at. “Him?” he asked, trying to get his attention. “I had a run in with him earlier. Hadn’t seen him in a while, I thought maybe he was dead.” “He’s not,” Takanuva replied plainly, “I’m ready to fix that.” He began to fly upwards, but a hand gripped his arm, and stopped him. Turning back, he locked eyes with Toa Gali. “What do you plan to do?” she asked him with a vague sense of innocence. “I plan to finish what I started back in Mangaia,” the Toa of Light replied, “I’m going to end this.” “Him?” Pohatu asked again. “Takanuva, that’s not our Makuta.” “He’s a Makuta,” he snapped back, “that’s enough.” “Please,” Gali said, “I’m not going to stop you from doing this. I only ask that you think this through.” This gave Takanuva pause, but only for a moment. He gave an understanding look to both of his fellow Toa. “I know I’ve changed,” he said, “I know my darker side may come through. But I’ve thought this through. This is what I need to do.” Gali and Pohatu looked at each other, and communicated through just a single glance. There was unease, but the two came to an acceptance. “Okay,” Gali said, “then go up there.” Takanuva nodded, closing his eyes for just a moment. “Thank you, Gali. Pohatu. Go help the others, I’ll come help as soon as I can.” “Be careful, brother,” Pohatu said, “but give him a good fight for me. I… was interrupted when I tried.” The Toa of Light let himself laugh quietly. “I will. Promise.” He turned to Gali, who nodded to him softly. “Best wishes, Chronicler. I hope that when this is done, we will stand together again.” “We will, sister. I’m sure of it.” With one last look to one another, the two Toa Nuva watched as the Toa of Twilight rose through the air, and soared in the direction of the crimson armored Makuta. * * * Under the Mask of Shadows, Icarax's crimson eyes surveyed the battle below. He hadn't expected any to die, not yet, but he would count any casualty as a benefit to him. After all, he needed to be prepared to make an enemy out of any who were present. For a moment, he weighed his options. The Toa Nuva undoubtedly would oppose him should he come to rule, but they didn't concern him. After all, it wasn't that long ago that he had nearly wiped them out on the island of Karzahni. If they fell so easily when united, then he had no doubt he could divide them, and pick them off one by one. His fellow Makuta were an issue, mainly because without any of them, he would have no Brotherhood to rule. Teridax had been able to sway the others to his plan with little opposition. If he wasn't able to do the same, he would need to prepare for war. He chuckled. "I'll admit, though, I had never prepared to face a Toa of Light." Takanuva stood just across from him, waiting at the mouth of the cavern. When he had landed moments ago, he hadn't expected to have been detected by the Makuta, but it was clear that he knew of his presence. As Icarax at last turned to face Takanuva, he spoke once more. "I must say, it's almost surreal to meet you in person. Well, up close, that is." The Toa of Light didn't show any reaction in his expression. "I've seen you before," he said pensively, "back in Mangaia. I saw you." "And I you," Icarax smiled, "did I leave an impression?" The hint of a smile appeared on Takanuva’s face. "I mistook you for someone else." The Makuta stifled a laugh. "You thought I was Teridax?" "Is that his name? Teridax, the Makuta of Metru Nui…." His smile faded. "When I defeated Teridax, I had thought he was the only Makuta. You proved me wrong." "And proved that your greatest accomplishment was a lie," Icarax said back, seemingly enjoying himself. "I am Makuta Icarax, living proof of your failure." "Yes," Takanuva replied, "a failure I intend to correct." He held out his left hand, and formed a ball of pure light. At once, he caught it on the bladed tip of his Power Lance, and balanced it in place. "Care for a game of kolhii?" Icarax chuckled. "So that rumor was true. Very well." He drew his own weapon, and assumed a battle stance. "But first, I must ask. I've noticed your transformation, what you have become. Caught between two worlds, a Toa of Light and a Toa of Shadow. So I ask, which will you fight me as? Light, or Shadow?" Takanuva gritted as he bent his knees, preparing for action. "I'll fight you as me, Icarax. And I'll finish what I started back in Mangaia." With that, he flung forward his powerlance, sending the ball of light traveling through the air. The game had begun. * * * “Focus up!” Antroz shouted to his companions as he fired his Nynrah Ghost blaster in the direction Radiak had indicated. To his left and right, Vamprah and Chirox stood beside him, following the guidance of their own Shadow Matoran riders. “This ends today!” Chirox roared. Vamprah said nothing, only leaping from the tree branch the three were perched upon and sailing forward, following Gavla’s guidance. “Three Toa, down below,” the Shadow Matoran warned. “Fire, Ice, and Air.” The Makuta nodded, and flung forward a blast of shadow. When he heard the blast make an impact, he dove down at once. Vamprah landed on a tree branch on all fours, piercing his bladed wings into the tree on either side of Toa Tahu’s head. The Toa of Fire struggled, but his efforts soon dwindled as Vamprah activated his mask. Within moments, the Toa was drained, lying limp on the tree branch. “Now,” said Gavla, “we finish him.” The Makuta growled. He said nothing, but rose up into a standing position above the Toa. Once he was directly above the Toa, he deployed a Tridax pod from his chest, and waited as the pod fell towards Tahu. And just as quickly, it was incinerated by a ball of light. “What?!” Gavla cried. Vamprah would have noticed the light energy nearby, but Gavla’s exclamation confirmed the truth. Hissing, the Makuta beat his wings and took off into the sky. “Hey!” A voice the Maktua recognized shouted through the swamp. “I’m not done with you yet!” Gavla turned her head in an instant, and watched as Toa Pohatu and Toa Gali charged through the air at the Makuta and Matoran duo. “The other two,” Gavla said to Vamprah, “they’ve-” Vamprah said nothing, but struck a blade into the tree, interrupting his rider’s thought. At once, he flew in the direction of the two Toa, and drew back his claws. He flung them forward, only to find them blocked by metal. “I’ll take care of this one!” Pohatu’s voice called to Gali, “You go check on Tahu!” As the Makuta and Toa’s weapons clashed, neither were able to use their ability of flight, and the two plummeted as they fought. Pohatu managed to land a foot square on Vamprah’s chest, and kicked off, using his now free rotors to rise into the air once more. Vamprah quickly circled back once he was free, and gave chase to the Toa of Stone. * * * Tahu Nuva had seen better days. As he lay on the tree branch, drained of his energy, he thought back to one of his last days on the island Mata Nui, being struck down by the Rahkshi Lerahk. Its attack had poisoned him, and he had been too proud to seek help, leading to his eventual corruption. He had grown since that day, and now would’ve gladly asked for help if he was able. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find the strength to do so. As he watched Pohatu clash with Vamprah in midair, he briefly wondered how long his fate would last. Would his energy continue draining, until he had no more left to live? Or would he recover, and shoot back into the fight? His answer came in the form of a hand on his chest. It took all of his effort to look up, and meet the eyes of his fellow Toa, Gali. “Take it easy, brother,” she said softly, “you’ve been drained pretty badly.” As she spoke, water coalesced around her hand, and soothed Tahu’s singed tissue. “Gali…” the Toa of Fire coughed, “you’re… okay…” “It’s you I’m worried about. Hold still…” As she spoke, the water she manipulated moved through Tahu’s body. As it soaked through his armor, he felt his energy return to him, and his strength returned. Before long, he rose to his feet once more. “Thank you, sister,” he said as he placed a hand on his chest.

Part 2: Pohatu had taken quite a liking to his new Adaptive Armor. Courtesy of Artahka, the new tool had been used to grant the Toa appropriate equipment for whatever environment they had found themselves in. For the swamps of Karda Nui, the Toa of Stone had been granted a specialized visor, and a propellor blade on each hand. It had taken him some time to learn how to fly, but now that he was an expert at the craft, he couldn’t get enough of it. As he bobbed back and forth through the air, he glanced at his two fellow Toa. Gali was also equipped with flying equipment, a pair of rocket boosters on her ankles that allowed her to fly. Takanuva had been through a number of changes since the last time Pohatu had seen him, but as far as the Toa of Stone could tell, none of these changes seemed to involve any flying equipment. Despite this, the Toa of Light flew anyway, propelled by seemingly nothing. Pohatu reminded himself to ask about it when he had the chance. The trio had only been flying a few minutes when Gali spotted something down below. From behind a massive tree, a swarm of flying creatures swerved towards them, buzzing angrily. Half a dozen insectoids, each about one and a half bio high, flying close to the surface of the swamp. Each of them possessed four arms with a stinger on the end of each, as well as a ferocious tail, and massive wings. “What are they?” Takanuva asked. “I heard they’re called Niazesk,” answered Pohatu. “Some little pets of the Makuta who got transformed somehow into the big pests you see. Better off staying away from them, they’re –” An angry buzz interrupted him. The swarm of Niazesk had noticed the three Toa, and were heading towards them. None of them had encountered one of these creatures before, but it was easy to tell that they were angry. “We don’t have time for this,” growled Pohatu. He used his power to create massive blocks of stone, and chucked them down at the approaching Niazesk, but the insects were too swift for his attacks to land. Gali took down one with a water burst, but they were closing fast. Watching his friends struggle, Takanuva drew his breath, and started to lower his staff to use a light blast against them. As he charged light energy through his staff, he paused for just a moment. He wasn’t sure what kind of power these beasts had, and if his light power would be effective on them. Watching as the insects swarmed his fellow Toa, he made up his mind. Raising his right hand, Takanuva felt the energy crackle as pure shadow moved through him. Letting go, there was almost no feeling at all as a ball of shadow released from his palm. Rocketing through the air, it split into several different blasts, each one striking a Niazesk instantly. Within moments, each of the insects reeled in pain, and plummeted down to the waters below. Takanuva flew over to his friends, hoping to celebrate his victory. Instead, all he saw was fear in their eyes. “What… what was that?” asked Pohatu, slowly raising his blaster. Takanuva took note, somewhat shocked that Pohatu would aim at him. “There have been some… changes,” he answered. “So I see,” said Pohatu. “I wondered whether the Makuta of Metru Nui was still alive, and if so, where he had got to – I guess I know now, don’t I?” Takanuva’s jaw dropped. He had expected to have to explain his new state, but he hadn’t expected this. “Are you crazy?” His eyes widened as he stared at him. “You think I’m a Makuta?” “Well, you don’t look much like a Toa of Light,” the Toa of Stone replied, his weapon still aimed at Takanuva. “And we’ve all been fooled by Makuta before.” Gali looked from Pohatu to Takanuva pensively. Even she was showing some doubt, much to Takanuva’s dismay. And considering my appearance, who can blame her? he thought, desperately wracking his mind for a way to prove himself. “If you’re really Takanuva, then I’m sorry,” said Pohatu. “But if you’re not, all of our lives aren’t worth a widget. So I’m giving you to the count of ten to tell me why I shouldn’t skyblast you out of existence. One… Two…” Takanuva searched his mind for some way to convince the Toa of Stone of who he was. His Kanohi was an option, of course. It not only held the power over physical light, but it could also influence the light of one’s spirit. If he desired, he could use this to change Pohatu and Gali’s tune. But something seemed wrong about manipulating his friends in such a way. “Three… Four…” He continued to sift through his memories. On the island of Mata Nui, he had aided Pohatu in fighting a Nui Jaga that had infected Po-Koro’s Kohlii balls. Perhaps he would remember? Then again, Takanuva reconsidered, we were knee deep in one of Makuta’s caverns at that time. Doesn’t prove much. “Five… Six…” Pohatu looked almost sympathetic, but didn’t lower his weapon. Takanuva found himself wishing he had spent more time with the Toa Nuva before they left for Voya Nui. What memories could he recall? What was something that only Pohatu would know about, that a Makuta wouldn’t?” “Seven… Eight…” Of course! The answer was so obvious, the Toa of Light felt stupid for not thinking of it earlier. He had no memories to give to Pohatu, but thanks to help from Toa Helryx, Takanuva had seen some of Pohatu’s own memories. “Nine-” “What’s a Toa?” Takanuva suddenly shouted. Pohatu paused in his countdown and looked at him. His face was puzzled, but Takanuva noted the slightest hint of relief. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “The first time you woke up on Daxia,” he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth in haste. “You were told you were a Toa, and your response was, ‘What’s a Toa?’ There were no Makuta there, so how could one know about that?” “That’s true, but there’s only one problem,” said Pohatu. “You weren’t there either.” “But I saw it,” he insisted. “I saw your creation, your training, I saw the team fighting avohkah here, and I saw the storm… that’s why I’m here.” An idea struck him. He turned to Gali. “Remember, last year, when I was still Takua the Chronicler? You forged a mental link with me so I could see what you saw when you fought Makuta. Do you think you can do it again?” Gali remembered. During the Toa’s first fight with the Makuta, she had linked her mind with Takua’s in order for him to chronicle the events of their battle, as he and his company defended the Kini Nui from Makuta’s Rahi. The link had been severed, of course, but could it be restored? “Don’t do it,” said Pohatu. “Makuta would just love to get inside your head.” “She has to, it’s the only way.” Takanuva took a deep breath. This was his last resort. “She has to look inside my mind. If she doesn’t like what she sees… you can kill me dead, right here.” Toa Gali shut her eyes. After a few moments, Takanuva felt the unique sensation of her mind reaching into his. For an instant, he could see himself through her eyes, a feeling that was oddly nostalgic for him. It was as though he was watching his own memories from an outsider’s perspective. He stood side by side with the Toa of Water as they witnessed Takanuva’s attack from a shadow leech, his meeting with Toa Helryx, and his journeys throughout the various parallel worlds. All at once, he felt the link snap as she pulled away. Lunging, Pohatu reached out and grabbed her to keep her from falling. “Amazing,” she said softly as she recovered from the vision. “A place where Mata Nui died… another where the Toa rule as dictators… your journey here was… eventful, Takanuva.” “Then he is –?” asked Pohatu. “He is,” confirmed Gali. “Darker, perhaps, and not quite the innocent Takua or the eager hero we remember… but he is our friend.” Takanuva sighed with relief. Pohatu at last lowered his weapon, and placed a hand on the Toa of Light’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about that, brother. You’ve definitely changed, that’s for sure. But you’re still our fellow Toa.” Takanuva smiled, and the two clanked fists. “All is well, brother. Now, what’s the situation?” The Toa of Stone pointed towards the east. “The Makuta are putting up a good fight, but our friends are holding their own. With our help, we’ll have Mata Nui awake again before you know it!” That’s what I’m afraid of, Takanuva thought, as the three took off once more. * * * Throughout a dark cavern overlooking the skies of Karda Nui, a loud groan echoed, accompanied by the scraping of metal against stone. Leaning against the wall of the cave, Icarax limped over on his side, doing his best to ignore his pain as he slowly progressed to the mouth of the great cavern. His armor plates scraped against each other, no longer properly fitted to his body. Since the Ignika had reverted him to a biomechanical being, the Makuta now found himself with a body that wasn’t meant to be held in such tight armor. Every moment was agony as he found himself trapped within an unusual and painful body. But Icarax wasn’t going to let such a minor inconvenience stop him. As he at last exited the cave, he collapsed onto the stone platform overlooking Karda Nui. Back in the warmth of the suns once more, he took what small comfort he could get as he dragged himself closer towards the edge, his claws digging into the stone. At last, he found himself peering down at the swamp below, and watched the battle unfold. Four Toa Nuva up against six Makuta. Elemental energy shot back and forth, blasts of shadow and balls of light traveled through the air. If one Toa fell, another quickly went to help him, while the others covered in their stead. If one Makuta fell, a Shadow Matoran would be quick to their aid. The battle ran like clockwork, with neither side truly making any progress. Fools, Icarax thought to himself, don’t they know they’re doomed? His armor clattering as his limbs trembled, Icarax at last rose to his feet. They’re going to win, he realized as he watched the Toa do battle. When they reach their goal, it will all be over. His gaze traveled away from the Toa, and landed on the large metal dome at the center of the swamp. The Codrex, the centerpiece of Teridax’s grand Plan, and the source of power unimaginable. Icarax knew, of course, how instrumental the Codrex was in Teridax’s machinations. So of course, he knew how much it would anger Teridax should anything happen to it. Icarax’s wings shook and cracked as he prepared to take off into the air. He would force Mutran to turn him back to his previous state eventually, he reasoned, but that would come in due time. Right now, he had one goal in mind: the throne on Destral. He had vied for control of the Makuta for as long as anyone could remember, but now, the time had come. The Makuta are mine, he resolved, I will be their ruler. I only hope they stay alive long enough to know their place. He was aware that the others knew of his ambition, but he didn’t care. His strength would place him as the one true lord of the Makuta, and the others would bow before him, or perish. For centuries, he had contemplated the perfect time to take the throne for himself. Now, knowing how close he was to his goal, his excitement was difficult to ignore. Holding one foot over the ledge, he prepared to dive down to the swamp below, but pulled back. Let them finish this battle, he told himself, let them have their last moment of glory. When it's over, they'll make the tough choice. He grinned in anticipation. Make the future begin. * * * The battle between the Toa and the Makuta raged on. Pinned down, The other Toa provided cover as Onua summoned a platform made from the earth. Kneeling down, he kept his hands on the surface and allowed the platform to float above the water’s surface. Tahu, Kopaka, and Lewa returned to the Toa of Earth’s side, forming a circle around him as they fired upon the Makuta. “Any ideas?” Tahu asked the group as the blades on his shield spun rapidly, the enemy’s fire bouncing off of it. “Tahu Nuva, asking for help?” Onua chuckled. “What a sight. You truly have grown, brother.” “Thank you, Onua, but this isn’t really-” “Once, Turaga Whenua and I were deep underground in Onu-Wahi, searching for one of my Kanohi Nuva masks.” “Great,” Solek groaned from atop Kopaka’s back, “now he’s telling stories.” “Hold on,” Kopaka warned, summoning a wall of ice to protect the Toa, “he’ll have a point.” “I appreciate your patience, Kopaka.” Onua hummed pleasantly to himself. “I remember a time you would have left by now.” “Get on-quick with it!” Lewa snapped. “Oh yes, I’ll speed through it. Whenua and I encountered many fire scorpions, a Kofo-Jaga, and even some Manas crabs. He had to jump over a river of lava in order to escape. The point of the story is, Whenua had to trust me that I would catch him when he fell, and I didn’t let him drown in an underground river.” “And this is relevant how?” Tanma asked, impatient. “It’s much like our situation now. I need you all to trust-” “YES!” a shout came from the three Toa, as well as the two Av-Matoran. “Very well,” Onua said, “on my signal, you all come to me.” With that, he thrust his arms upwards. In an instant, the platform crumbled into dirt, forcing the Toa to leap forward, and fly off. The group split off into many different directions, forcing the Makuta to split up in order to follow them. As the remnants of the platform fell into the waters below, Onua began hovering once more, and made a fist with his right hand. As he did so, the earth beneath the water began to shake, causing the mutagenic waters to ripple threateningly. Tanma couldn’t believe it. “An earthquake?!” He groaned, using his power sword to reflect a blast from Makuta Krika. “We all can fly! What is that going to do?” Toa Lewa laughed as he turned around and fired a blast of light at Krika. The ghostly white figure disappeared for just a moment as it passed, only to reform once it was gone. “You don’t close-know Onua like I do, Tanma,” he said as he charged the Makuta. Raising his claw, Krika blocked Lewa’s blade with one of his bone-like talons, and pulled back to try and pierce the Toa of Air’s armor. Lewa was evasive, dodging backwards for each strike before jetting off into the air. * * * “Onua is wise,” Kopaka said to Solek as he fired a blast of ice at Bitil. The yellow Makuta’s foot was frozen to a tree, but he quickly broke himself free once more. Kopaka dodged a blast of shadow heading his way, and returned to fleeing through the air. “He doesn’t talk much, not unless he sees a reason to.” The Toa of Ice looped back around, firing a blast of light at the Makuta, but to no avail. “I can respect it.” “I don’t know,” Solek replied, “I’d rather just know the plan, personally.” “And that’s fine.” Kopaka sympathized with Solek. He knew how frustrating a team could be. “But your teammates don’t act the way you want them to. You can’t make them.” Suddenly, Onua’s voice rang through the swamp, calling “Now!” Kopaka rocketed around tree branches and over the water, heading towards his teammates. * * * Because as much as they may frustrate you, Tahu reminded himself, Sometimes you’ll find- “Haven’t you had enough?” Chirox’s voice distracted Tahu as the Makuta gave chase. The Toa of Fire dodged through the air as the Makuta swung his blade downwards. The Makuta swerved up and down with each attack, putting his whole energy into each swing. He’s getting desperate, thought Tahu, that’s good. At last, the Toa of Fire approached Onua at a blistering speed. Glancing down, he saw the water bubbling and rippling just below the Toa of Earth, and as each of his teammates closed in on the same spot, Tahu finally understood the plan. “Up!” Onua cried, and the four Toa shot up into the air at once. The Makuta were quick to follow, as always, but just below them, a geyser suddenly erupted from below the water. Mutagenic water sprayed through the air in a powerful stream, pressured by the earthquake Onua had made. The Makuta, fearful of mutating even further, were quick to scatter, flying off in all directions as the Toa charged upward into the sky. Tahu flew next to Onua and smiled wordlessly. Sometimes you’ll find, they can even teach you. As one, the four Toa changed direction. The geyser settled, the six Makuta united as one force once again, prepared to strike back at their opponents. The two sides charged at one another, preparing for a clash in midair.

If it interests you, a bit of digging lead me to this link, which has a bunch of fangames on it. I honestly had no idea there were so many on BZP, so this is gonna be a fun rabbit hole lol https://www.bzpower.com/topic/24661-can-someone-post-a-working-link-of-flow-of-the-river-and-3/

Ah cool! I got that one working, thanks so much! Excited to check it out.

Thanks! My hope is that it can slot in relatively seamlessly with the rest of the book. Making some revisions, should have the next part up soon.

No problem! It isn't really relevant, but I am super excited to see that! That's really cool, I really enjoyed the Voyage of Fear novel. I'd be excited to try out the game! Sadly, the dropbox link doesn't seem to be working. Probably expired. Do you know of another place?

Hello all! I recently finished reading the book Maze of Shadows, from the Bionicle Adventures line. As I was reading it, I was surprised to find that I had played the video game adaptation before, for the GBA. I’ve looked into it a bit, and from what I can tell, the game seems to expand upon the book’s story, adding in more enemies for the Toa to fight. My main question is, is there a major storyline difference between the two? Are there any plot beats that differ, or is it just standard stuff to pad out the video game?

Even if it's not canon, I highly recommend the story on the site. I quite like what they have.

Hey guys! This is part one of a Canon compliant story I'm working on, set in the middle of Chapter 3 of Bionicle Legends: The Final Battle. Hope you enjoy! Pohatu, Gali, and Takanuva flew to the east, skimming over the treacherous swamp water. The Toa of Light was careful not to touch it, having been warned by his fellow Toa about the water’s mutagenic power. As the three Toa soared through the air, Pohatu and Gali brought Takanuva up to date on what had been happening. They had arrived in Karda Nui to awaken the Great Spirit, but faced opposition from the Makuta. They had been at war with the Makuta, and encountered the Matoran of Light, some of whom had been corrupted by the Makuta. The last detail sickened Takanuva. In his time spent alone guarding Metru Nui, he had come to the conclusion that he must have been a Matoran of Light in the past, though those memories were blocked. He was no stranger to amnesia, after all, so he reasoned that these must have been just more memories that he couldn’t recover. I probably worked alongside some of the Matoran the Makuta had corrupted, he thought, they might have even been good friends. I swear it – even if it means Mata Nui stays asleep, even if I have to die trying – the shadow Matoran will be cured. “They’ll pay,” Takanuva said aloud as he flew. Looking downwards, he glanced his own reflection in the water, and a brief moment of fear overtook him. It was easy to forget, but he hardly resembled the Toa he had gotten used to seeing in his reflection. His gold traded for dark gray, his right hand sparking with shadow energy, the Toa of Light was no longer the fresh beacon of hope that Takua had become upon donning the Mask of Light. What have I become? The thought rang through Takanuva’s mind, as all his past adventures came back to him. He had recently seen a world in which he saw the capacity for evil that Toa possessed, and while he had managed to put away his misgivings, the memory still haunted him. “Takanuva!” The Toa of Light looked upwards, and suddenly jumped back in the air. For the briefest moment, he saw the face of Toa Tuyet, wearing her familiar mask of Intangibility. He hadn’t known Tuyet well, but her alternate self had opposed him in a world that she ruled. It shook him to his core, seeing how evil a Toa could become. But this doesn’t make sense! Thoughts raced through Takanuva’s mind faster than light. She died as I left! How is she here? He drew a heavy breath, but only a moment after he had jumped, he saw the face of Toa Gali in front of him instead. “I can tell something is wrong,” she said in a calm voice, “what’s bothering you?” Behind her, Toa Pohatu hovered in midair, watching on with concern behind his eyes. Takanuva hovered in midair, his eyes wide with shock. When he saw Gali approach, he must have briefly mistaken her for Tuyet, he reasoned. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at his outburst, but he still couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. The Makuta have perverted my power, he thought to himself, I’ve been hunted down by evil alternate Toa and yet another Makuta. My people, people I’ve never met, are being corrupted and controlled, and I’ve done nothing about it. I’m tired, but the battle isn’t anywhere near- “I’m fine,” Takanuva said, interrupting his own thoughts, “just thought I saw something. That’s all.” With that, he turned back around, and continued his flight. Gali and Pohatu stayed behind for just a moment, and shared a glance at each other. Neither was convinced by Takanuva’s argument, but decided it best not to argue. With a sigh, Gali flew through the air, with Pohatu following close behind. * * * Kopaka, Lewa, and Onua took cover behind a massive tree. As they hid, a barrage of shadow attacks came from the five Makuta hovering by the tree branch across from them. For hours, the two sides had been locked in a standstill. "Any more helpful stories?” Kopaka asked, ducking as a bolt of shadow passed overhead. “I’m starting to feel like a sitting duck.” “I’ve got one,” Lewa said with a smirk, “I call it, ‘Heroic Toa Lewa Quick-Saves Everyone.’ Just watch.” “Oh, this one is my favorite,” Onua chuckled. In an instant, the Toa Nuva of Air kicked off of a tree branch and rocketed up into the air. Kopaka looked on in shock, but before anything could be done, Makuta Chirox had flown off in pursuit of Lewa. Watching as the chase began, Onua and Kopaka turned to each other and nodded in understanding. “He's taking the bait,” Kopaka muttered. As he watched the Makuta chase down the Toa of Air, he drew his Midak Skyblaster, and fired. The ball of light careened just past the Makuta, distracting Chirox and forcing him to retreat. Lewa soared back to reunite with his fellow Toa, letting out an energetic cry as he flew through the air. The three returned to their cover behind a massive tree branch, and then decided that it was Kopaka’s turn. The Toa of Ice emerged from his cover and fired a wave of ice at the five Makuta. His enemies quickly scattered to the wind, only to then fly in formation to converge on him. His unusually joyous expression dropped as the five creatures of shadow flew straight towards him. Turning back, he flew down towards the swamp, and soon found himself joined by another flier. Toa Tahu flew beside Kopaka, wearing a smug grin on his face. “Too much for you to handle, brother?” Kopaka rolled his eyes as the two dodged fire from their attackers. “Very funny. Where are the others?” "I sent Pohatu to find Gali.” Tahu quickly turned around in midair, and flung a pillar of fire at Makuta Vamprah. “What about yours?” The Toa of Ice glanced over his shoulder, and spotted Onua and Lewa pursuing the Makuta. “Closer than you think,” he said. As the two flew together in formation, they shared a rare moment of laughter as the Makuta chased them down. The two Toa weaved in and out of tree branches, flying gracefully as they dodged oncoming bolts of shadow. “Lewa must be so proud,” Tahu chuckled. As the two rounded a corner, they suddenly found themselves backed up against a pillar of rock. They both skidded to a halt, and as they began to fly back, they suddenly found themselves cornered. The five Makuta now hovered before the Toa in formation, and prepared to strike. Bitil’s mask glowed briefly, but before he could activate his power, he was suddenly struck from behind. As he scampered forward through the air, the Makuta turned back to watch as Onua and Lewa lowered to meet them. For just a moment, all was still. In an instant, it was carnage. The four Toa on each side charged the Makuta, firing blasts of elemental energy in every direction. The Makuta were quick to return fire, sending volleys of shadow at the Toa Nuva. Onua raised a chunk of Earth and hurled it, only for it to be brought to pieces by a swift move from Antroz's blade. Tahu fired a blast at Chirox, but the batlike creature parried the attack by launching a Tridax pod. Lewa was able to intercept it just in time, using a gust of wind to send the shadow leeches careening into the waters below. Kopaka sent forth an elemental attack from his blade, but Gorast's mask caused the air surrounding him to crystallize into ice. Moments later, a frozen Kopaka began falling, only to be broken free by Tahu. It quickly became clear which side had the advantage. The Toa were outnumbered and outmatched by the horde of Makuta, but it was clear that they weren't about to quit. * * * As the battle continued in the sky, a bone white, skeletal figure watched from the waters below. Stalking across stones and branches on his long, spindly legs, Krika watched as his fellow Makuta battled with the Toa and sighed, turning his gaze downwards. For just a moment, he considered leaving them to their fate. He had long been harboring doubts towards the grand plan the Brotherhood had been following, but now, the appearance of the Toa of Light in the swamp had all but confirmed what he had long suspected. The Makuta were fighting a losing battle. He looked at his own reflection in the waters below. It had been changed since he arrived, the water had mutated him into the ghastly creature he now saw. Karda Nui had changed him forever, and if he wasn’t careful, it would become his grave. So, he thought to himself, why don’t I just leave? Staring at the waters below, he remembered the stone with the Brotherhood symbol engraved upon it. If he still had it, leaving would be no trouble. He had offered it to Gali before, wanting to give her a chance. Perhaps now he could do the same. Was there still time? Could he leave his fellow Makuta to die, and escape the same fate? No, he sighed. His destiny was here, in Karda Nui. Whatever it entailed, it was his to face. As he began to hover in the air, rising toward the battle, he prepared to accept whatever destiny had in store for him. * * * “Hey! Pay attention!” Tanma cried while linked onto Toa Lewa’s back. A Tridax pod fired right towards the Toa Nuva of Air, but Tanma had been able to bat it out of the way just before it unleashed a swarm of shadow leeches on the two. “Ever-sorry, friend!” Toa Lewa said with his usual gleeful tone as he fired balls of light at the Makuta, using his midak skyblaster. “Glad you’re here, in case I get mixed-distracted.” As the two rolled through the air in circles around the Makuta, Lewa let out a raucous cheer, but found it cut short as a blast hit him in the stomach. Suddenly, Toa Lewa found his arms and legs frozen in place, as though he had been struck by a sudden paralysis. Tanma felt the blast, but disconnected from the Toa just before it hit him. He flew upwards through the air, but looked down to watch as Lewa plummeted towards the roots of a nearby tree. He started back towards Lewa, but stopped himself, as he spotted a monstrous Makuta approaching him. The Av-Matoran thought fast. With luck, the Makuta had yet to see him. He could use this to his advantage. Against himself, he chuckled lightly. This would be a rescue plan worthy of Toa Lewa’s legacy. * * * “Tanma!” The Toa of Air cried weakly, but he found his call to have no answer, as the Av-Matoran was no longer riding on his back. The Toa tried in vain to jolt his head around to look for his companion, but his focus soon shifted as his rocket boosters gave out, and his limp body plummeted towards the ground. Lewa screamed for just a moment, but stopped as he saw the tree roots down below, ready to catch his fall. It could be worse, I suppose, he thought to himself, just before he collided with the ground. His body ached in pain from the impact. Only inches of wood now protected Lewa from the waters below, and the Toa of Air watched helplessly as the black and green figure of Makuta Gorast landed beside him. * * * “Oh, this is perfect,” Gorast sneered, perched upon a tree branch just next to the Toa of Air. “I have always wanted an Air Toa for a trophy.” She pulled back her Nynrah Ghost blaster, and began charging another attack. “Hey!” Lewa just barely found the energy to talk, still struggling in vain to rise to his feet. “Listen-hear close, Makuta, for I have something you may want.” Gorast knew this was a bluff, of course, but felt compelled to entertain him. After all, she reasoned, I may as well offer him this much in his last moments. She lowered her blaster to the ground, and met the Toa’s eyes. “Well? What is it?” Lewa smirked. “A distraction.” Before Gorast could react, something struck her in the back of her head. Turning back, she came mask to mask with the green armored Av-Matoran, hovering in place as his rocket booster propelled him. “Well,” Tanma said, “I suppose this is a story for heroic Tanma?” He rushed out the last word, and quickly flew off towards the other Toa and Makuta. Gorast growled in frustration, before turning her attention back to the paralyzed Toa that lay before her. To her shock, however, Lewa was back on his feet. “Wore off, I guess.” Lewa smirked, and charged forward with his Air Sword. The Makuta blocked his attack with two of her sharp claws, and quickly retaliated with her other two hands. Lewa dodged out of the way just before she could sink her claws into him, and took off into the sky once more. Gorast chuckled, and beat her wings as she began her pursuit anew.

Vision of the Great Beings is a project that is working on continuing the original story. They've only consulted Greg, he's not writing them, and they won't be considered official canon. However, they're still really cool, and having read them so far, I plan to accept them as my headcanon for the ending. If you're interested in more, you can check out the stories on mythsandlegacy.com, or join the discord server.

The draft here now reflects the final draft I currently have. I hope you all enjoy, thank you for reading along with me!

Epilogue “Easy! Easy!” Whenua urged Matau to be careful as he rested the stone atop the pedestal. “Relax, dust-keeper, I’ve got this!” At last, Matau set the stone on the pedestal, and took a step back. Sure enough, the trap was set. Nuju had laid out the schematics well, apparently something he had seen in Ko-Metru. If anyone removed the stone containing the Mask of Light, the path they had created would give out, and a wave of lava would come crashing down. Nokama warmed her hands over the river of lava. It felt good to have her own hands again. First they changed from Matoran to Toa, then into Toa Hordika, and now, finally, with the help of Keetongu, they had regained their Toa forms. At last, they had returned to the island above, taking with them the rest of the Matoran population. Finally, everything was in place for them to reawaken the Matoran. Almost everything, that is. Nuju let out a low whistle and two clicks as Matau and Whenua hopped back across the stone pathway. “What’s that mean?” Whenua asked. The bird Rahi language still took some getting used to. “What we’re all thinking,” Onewa interjected, “Vakama’s been gone for a while.” The rest of the group nodded pensively. Vakama had taken on a journey to recover the Mask of Time from the Sea of Protodermis. Most of the other Toa had hoped it would be a quick trip, but none of them had expected it to be. “I’m getting a bit tired of all-powerful masks,” Whenua sighed, “the Vahi, the Avohkii… the Matoran are enough to protect, now we have to hide these masks?” “Better we have them then our enemies,” Nokama replied. “There’s so much more out there than we know, that much is certain. The Matoran need us to protect them.” “And protect them we will.” All five Toa turned their heads in unison. Standing on the other side of the lava river, Toa Vakama had returned, holding a rusted Mask of Time in his hand. Wordlessly, the six Toa came together and laughed. After so long feeling like failures, everything seemed to be alright. They all were united, the Matoran were safe, and the masks were kept hidden from the clutches of evil. For once, all seemed right with the world. * * * Vakama remembered this moment often. It was one of the last times he stood with his brothers and sister as Toa, before they sacrificed their power to save the Matoran. It was a moment of pure triumph. Now, as he stood on the shores of Metru Nui once more, he found himself watching the Toa of Light speaking with Rahaga Norik. It felt surreal, two friends from a thousand years apart interacting and getting along. He couldn’t hear the conversation they were having, but as he watched Norik examine Takanuva’s mask, laughing audibly in that peppy tone he remembered, he knew exactly what was going through his mentor’s mind. No matter how dark things seemed, hope had survived.

Chapter 7: The Confrontation “Wait, how did you know where the container was?” Nuju asked incredulously. “Sheer smart-memory, my friend,” Matau replied in a smug tone, “I ran tests in this factory for ages.” “But the factory was falling apart! There’s no way you could possibly-” “Nuju, that’s enough,” Nokama interjected, “Matau saved us, by the looks of it. Let’s be grateful and move on. Now, can you use one of your bird Rahi to go and contact the others.” “Huh?” Matau looked confused. “Nuju’s been practicing communicating with bird Rahi,” she clarified, “one was able to help us find a Makoki stone.” Matau’s eyes widened, as though they were about to pop out. “Nuju, my quick-smart friend, I’ve got a smart-plan.” * * * “If this is the end,” Onewa snarked, “I want you all to remember how aggravating you both are.” Vakama took a short pause from fighting off the encroaching Visorak to silently glare at the Toa of Stone. He chuckled nervously, and turned away to attack a Visorak on the other side. “Focus up,” Whenua snapped as he slammed his weapon into the ground, creating a crevasse in the floor that swallowed up five of the spiders, “we don’t want Nokama returning here to see three dead Toa.” Onewa chuckled, but was immediately tackled to the ground by a blue Boggarak. He threw his arms out in protest, and surprisingly, the spider seemed to crawl off of him, and carried on its way past him. Rising to his feet, he glanced around in confusion. “Hah, I guess they’re not so tough after all,” he bragged to himself, dusting himself off with his hands. He patted the satchel that he had slung across his shoulder, and his smug expression suddenly dropped. Looking back, his suspicions were confirmed: the spider he allowed to escape had stolen his Makoki Stone, and was making its way to the Avohkii’s crypt. Suddenly, the three Toa’s attention was grabbed by a shattering sound from above. Turning their heads to the sky, even the swarming Visorak seemed distracted as another set of three Toa Hordika descended through the air and landed in formation in the center of the conflict, a Rhotuka spinner creating a gust of wind to break their fall. Matau launched another Rhotuka into the crowd, dispersing a half dozen spiders with a victorious cry. “Good thing we quick-jumped in, eh?” He snarked to the other Toa. “You were almost Visorak bones.” “Matau?!” Vakama said in a mix of relief and confusion, “Where did you come from?” “We rode a Gukko,” Nokama replied, not disguising her exhaustion as she fought off Visorak after Visorak, “Nuju wasn’t terribly impressed.” The Ice Toa angrily shot off a series of whistles and clicks as he fired his Rhotuka into the swarm. Whenua slammed his mutated fist into the ground, creating a tremor that disrupted the swarm. “You rode a Gukko?” He stammered for a moment. “Nuju, was that… Rahi language?” Nuju clicked in a somewhat excited tone. “We’ll get to that later,” Nokama interjected, “we have all six stones.” “Five,” Onewa pointed out sheepishly, “we have five.” Vakama glared, as though his own elemental fire filled his eyes. “What do you mean?” “The Visorak took mine, carried it off to the big door.” The other four Toa glared at Onewa with disapproval, but Vakama’s expression was that of dread. “They knew this was coming,” he said, his voice dropping, “they let us do the work.” For a moment, he dropped his weapons, and Nokama rushed ahead to fend off the Visorak from attacking him. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Don’t you see? We brought them the Makoki Stones. Now they can kill us and get the mask.” As the other Toa fought, Nuju was the next to be felled by the Visorak, and sure enough, the spider stole the two stones he held and carried on to the door. Whenua reached down and helped him to his feet, and then fired off a Rhotuka into the ground, creating a circle of rock that closed them off from the swarming Visorak. The six were quick to crouch down, huddling into a circle. “They have half of the stones,” Nokama reported, “I fear Vakama is right.” Onewa smirked. “Wow, there’s a first time for everything,” he said, before the Toa of Water smacked him in the head. “So the Visorak fooltricked us. Who cares?” Matau interjected. “We can still grabsteal the mask, we’ll just have to fight the Visorak inside. And we’ve been fighting Visorak this whole longtime.” “Oh, just that?” Onewa asked, not hiding his sarcasm. “Run in, let the Visorak into the cavern, and beat them to the mask? Great plan. For once I’m open to Vakama’s idea.” “Actually,” Vakama said with a sigh, “I agree.” “What?!” “The Visorak are here. They can’t be stopped now. Our best option is brute force.” Onewa guffawed. “Are you serious? Is he serious?” But the other Toa simply looked downward, and nodded their heads. For once, nearly the entire team was in agreement. “We’ll die trying,” the Toa of Stone protested, “is that something you’re all okay with?” Nuju let out a low whistle. “Our Toa career has been ripe with failure,” he said, “what’s one more?” “We owe it to the Matoran,” Nokama added, “to at least try.” “If this mask is as strong as they say, it’s worth the effort,” Whenua said. Looking at all his teammates, Onewa gave a defeated groan. “Fine. Let’s go die in the name of duty.” With one last nod from each member of the team, Whenua broke down the wall of earth, and the six Toa charged forward through the swarm of Visorak. Each fought back a spider and cleared the way as they finally arrived at the door to the crypt. Nuju moved to the front of the group, ruffling through his satchel, and hastily interlocked the remaining pieces of the Makoki stone into the slot. At last, the stone was complete. The Toa and Visorak alike came to a stop as they watched the massive door creak open, stone and metal grinding against the floor, until the chamber was open. A sole light illuminated the pitch dark room, right in the center. For just a moment, all parties paused in awe of the mask. After a sole moment of stillness, a mad dash for the mask began. Visorak began pouring into the room as the six Toa leapt inside, treading across the narrow bridge that led the way to the center. The walls and ceilings were covered in spiders, with Rhotuka firing left and right. Vakama shot forward his own Rhotuka, the fire lighting the way across and scaring off the Visorak. Matau, in the back of the line, turned back for a moment to bat away two Visorak encroaching on the bridge. Nuju fired a Rhotuka at the ceiling, encasing a few Visorak in ice. At last, the six managed to arrive at the center platform, and beheld the glowing Mask of Light, resting upon a stone pedestal. Vakama took it into his hands, admiring the design. The former mask maker in him couldn’t help but marvel at the craftsmanship. For a moment, he thought about what Onewa said. Could they use it against the Visorak? “Firespitter!” Onewa shouted. Vakama’s attention refocused, he watched as the Visorak surrounded the platform they stood upon, prepared to attack. “This is far more than we can handle,” Nokama lamented. Vakama glanced around his team. No, he concluded, this power isn’t ours to possess. He handed the mask to Onewa, the light beaming in his face. “Encase this in stone,” he ordered, “if we die, at least they won’t use it.” Onewa nodded pensively, and made a stone layer around the mask. The room instantly grew dim, the eyes of the Visorak piercing through the dark as they grew closer. Vakama turned to the others. “We’ll have to do this quick. Whenua, fire a Rhotuka at the ceiling. Bring the place down. Matau, use yours in the opposite direction of the entrance. Do we all understand?” Whenua nodded, a bit of sadness behind his eyes. Matau was much more enthusiastic. “Hoo, this’ll be fun.” Nuju whistled. “Let’s act now.” Nokama placed a clawed hand on Vakama’s shoulder. “We’re with you.” The six Toa joined hands in a circle, preparing for the worst. Onewa held the stone tight under his arm. With a nod, Whenua fired his Rhotuka into the air, and the ceiling began to crumble upon impact. Just as quickly, Matau fired his, and a gust of wind rocketed the six towards the doorway. Large chunks of rubble began collapsing left and right, and the Toa weaved gracefully towards them. The Visorak immediately changed directions, realizing what was to come. As Vakama and his team finally slid out the doorway, landing on the Archives floor once more, a chunk of the ceiling sealed the door one more, crushing the swarm of Visorak inside. The six took a moment to lay down, breathing heavily. Matau let out a triumphant laugh, jumping up on his feet and celebrating. The others didn’t show nearly as much enthusiasm, but the sentiment was shared. The Mask of Light was theirs.

Thank you! I wanted to capture Matau's slapstick well, I'm glad it worked

Apologies again for the delay in updates, life has been very hectic. Hopefully come August I can return to a semi consistent schedule for my writing, but until then I'll do the best I can. The final chapters for this story are almost written, but I've also revised much of the dialogue and will be updating the previous chapters shortly. Until then, Chapter 6: Le-Metru “Begone, terrible-bad creature!” Matau yelled as he swung his arm at the silver Rahkshi. The beast roared, its staff surging with lightning at the tips. The Toa of Air had kept a good distance from the creature so far, but now he found himself backed up against the cold metal wall, and the Rahkshi hadn’t slowed its advance in the slightest. “Back!” his bladed arm slashed back and forth in the air, but did very little to dissuade the attacker. He gulped, running out of options but to confront the beast. His previous clash with it had failed, his Rhotuka blasts had barely scratched it, and his weapon was useless against its armor. He glanced over to the side, and gazed down the seemingly endless drop. The interior of the Le-Metru vehicle factory was steep before, but the cataclysm had made traversal near impossible. His best bet would be catching onto one of the traveling gondolas of spare parts that occasionally made their way over the abyssal drop on automated paths. The Rahkshi hissed again, drawing back its spear. Matau closed his eyes, and flung himself off of the ledge. His plummeted through the open air between floors, praying for one of the automated carts to arrive. To his luck, machinery whirred as a cart began to make his way towards him, only a short distance below. He reached out his clawed hand, aiming to grab the edge of the cart on his way down. He just barely missed, his fingertip scraping against the edge as he passed it, but it made all the difference as he continued plummeting down with no end in sight. He screamed, as that was all there was to do. He shut his eyes tight, flailed his arms and legs around rapidly, and screamed at the top of his lungs. If Nokama could see me now, she’d be ever-disappointed, I’ll bet, he thought to himself. Actually, I don’t think my last-dead thoughts should be bad-worse. I’ll just close-shut my eyes tight, and it’ll all be happy-smooth sailing. With his eyes shut, he seemed to fall for an eternity, endlessly careening toward his certain death. And yet, it never seemed to come. “Charming,” a familiar voice suddenly remarked, “how graceful for the Toa of Air.” Matau let one eye creep open, and suddenly came to the realization that he wasn’t falling. No, he hadn’t been falling for some time now. A sphere of water had been dangling him in midair, directly in front of his fellow Toa. It was now that he was aware that the floor was only a few feet below him. “Nokama!” Matau exclaimed with a grin, “Only the latest in one of my quick-daring escapes. But ever-thanks for the rescue.” Nokama was unimpressed. “Brace yourself. The Rhotuka will wear off soon.” As if on command, the water dissipated immediately, and landed Matau’s face square onto the metallic floor. The dark underbelly of the vehicle factory was littered with scrap and broken machinery, and lit only by some stray lightstones that had scattered across the floor. “Should I even ask why you were falling?” asked Nuju as he came into Matau’s line of sight, “Or should I just chalk it up to your general clumsiness?” The Toa of Air groaned as he rose to his feet. “For your information, I was about to be Rahkshi-bones. Nowhere left to go but down.” The others locked eyes with each other. “Whenua mentioned a Rahkshi,” Nokama said, “apparently gave him some trouble as well. Best to avoid it.” Nuju nodded in agreement. “Let’s get what we came for and get out.” “Now hold-stop just one moment,” Matau interjected, standing between his two comrades, “what-ever are you even doing here in my city?” “We’re on a mission from the Rahaga,” Nuju said, without bothering to look at the Toa of Air, “a tunnel in Ko-Metru brought us here. Now we only have one more stone to find.” “Stone?” Matau looked frantically between the two, but they had already begun moving past him. “Makoki Stone,” Nokama replied as she held up a lightstone to see, “one of six we need to find.” “Great,” Matau sighed as he jogged to catch up with the others, “just let me know if I can quick-help.” “Just try not to fall again,” Nokama groaned, “I can’t be there to catch you every time.” * * * “Alright, I’ve had enough of this,” Onewa huffed, “surely we’re not just going to wait around here all day? We’re Toa!” “Yes, we are,” Vakama said flatly, “Nokama will be back soon.” “I’m tired of this. I’m going out.” “Don’t,” Whenua interjected, “have some patience, already.” “Maybe you’re more used to slowness, archivist, but I’m a Toa. My time is wasted hanging around some old relics.” Whenua stood up straight at the last remark. “That’s enough. Sit down and wait with the rest of us.” Onewa chuckled as he began clearing rubble from an opening in the wall. “I’ll leave that job to you! You’re so good at it, anyways.” As he removed a stone from the wall, a green claw suddenly slammed onto the ground from where it had been. Onewa leaped backwards in surprise, as a Visorak spider emerged from the ground beneath him. He quickly stomped on it, but to no avail, as more and more of the creature’s companions emerged from the same area. Vakama, glancing over, finally noticed what was going on. “What did you do?” he shouted at Onewa. “I just picked up the rock!” Onewa retorted as he warded off the spiders with his weapon. “I’m a Toa of Stone, I’m allowed to move rocks.” “Well, look where that got us,” Whenua snarked as he and Vakama ran up to the scene of the action, “outnumbered once again.” Swarming around the Toa now was a seeming endless stream of Visorak, pouring out from the underground. Vakama fired his blazer claw, scorching a few spiders. Whenua rammed his weapons into the ground, and Onewa struck directly at his opponents, but their numbers were simply too great, and the Toa were slowly backed up further into the Archives. “Any other bright ideas?” Whenua asked Onewa, not disguising the contempt in his voice. The Toa of Stone batted away some more Visorak as he stepped backwards. “Wait for Nokama?” * * * Chunks of scrap metal and stone flew through the air as chain lightning pulsated through the ground. Nokama and Nuju both collapsed, the attack ripping through their bodies and paralyzing them. Only Matau had seen the silver Rahkshi descending from the upper floors, and jumped into the air just as it landed with a strike from its staff. Now, he found himself face to face with the beast once more, with his fellow Toa neutralized. “Say, maybe we can peace-talk this out,” he said nervously, “we both did some things. Truce?” The beast hissed, stomping towards the Toa of Air. “Didn’t think so.” Matau flipped backwards through the air, putting distance between him and his opponent. Bending his knees, he began charging his Rhotuka spinner. As the Rahkshi moved forward, he allowed his spinner to fire, traveling directly above the creature’s head. Once it was out of sight, Matau immediately turned around and began running, only to stop when he heard a loud crash behind him. Turning around, he saw the silver Rahkshi, but only the top half. Behind it was a large metal container that had seemingly fallen on the beast and bisected it. Matau reasoned that his Rhotuka had struck it, and shook it loose. That hadn’t been the plan, of course, but he would be telling Nuju and Nokama that it was. The top half of the silver Rahkshi hissed as it crawled forward on its claws, but it came to a quick stop as Matau placed a foot firmly on its head. Reaching down, he opened up the casing on its spine, and allowed the slimy kraata to slither out of its shell. With the armor deactivated, the beast posed no more of a threat. Its glowing red eyes faded, but Matau noticed another glow, coming from the creature's right hand. Pulling apart its claws, a smile spread across his face. The Rahkshi had carried the final stone right to him.

G2 is something I hadn't considered in a while confused piraka, but I might try that! It may end up leading into a larger rewrite of G2, depending on how I approach it.

That's definitely true looking back. I did try to make sure and not refer to the Avohkii as Legendary, but just comparing it with another mask of great power. I might make a further distinction, but tbh I don't quite understand the difference myself, and the Avohkii I'm pretty sure was retconned when the Ignika came into play. I'm looking to revise the grammar too, I've noticed I have some trouble with it and the spell check only picks up so much. When I get the time I'll try to go in and fix it. (Side note, is it Ko Metru, or Ko-Metru? Same for the Koros too.) I'm glad the action sequence worked! I was trying to invoke pulpy cinematic feel to it, so I'm glad it went well. (And I think a bit of my Indy 5 hype snuck in here) The plan is for 3 more episodes. Le Metru will have a chapter, then the Toa will regroup in the Archives for the final battle chapter, and then there will be an epilogue of the Turaga hiding the mask on Mata Nui. But once I'm through with my current wave of stories, I may check out the Piraka animations, and giving them a similar treatment. Didn't realize about the category, still a bit new to BZP haha. I'll probably post the revised version in Epics then, just to avoid confusion. Thanks again for the feedback!