The Rise of the Undead Part 1

Overview
Two friends, a former Bone Hunter and a Dark Hunter of no elemental tribe, are going on a treasure hunt to the ancient land of Okoto, on a perilous search to search for a mask that is said to contain a hidden power..

Along the way, however, both friends cross paths with many enemies that dwell in this land, some who have their own intentions for the item both friends search for. But what could it possibly be? And what threat could it possibly possess to their hunt? Read this story to find out.

Characters
Gavin Uvin the Bone Hunter

Kreta the Dark Hunter

Included Characters (2015/2016 BIONICLE SETS)
Skull Grinder (mentioned)

Uma the Hunter and Rak the Hunter (brothers/basically the same guy)

Skull Basher/Slicer and Warrior

Rahi

Part One
The flames from the fire licked the desert air around the camp where the two friends had pitched camp for the night. Gavin stared at the flames through his hardened eyes. Across from him, his companion, Kreta, sat cross legged, sharpening his twin bladed sword.

Gavin didn't look at him, he didn't even spare a glance, he just kept looking at the flames. His body was cold, even though the heat from the fire surged through his limbs.

Life in the Rock Tribe had taken its toll on him, a toll that could never be mended. Gavin swallowed and turned away from the flames, staring out across the barren land beyond. They had traveled far. From Bara Magna, all the way to the island of Okoto.

The magic they had used to teleport themselves to the shores of Okoto had been a tiring, and terrifying journey, one that Gavin hoped he'd forget. He shivered and curled up in a ball, his head resting on a flat rock.

They'd have to return soon. Gavin had family back home. Family that would miss him.

That situation wasn't the same for Kreta however. He had no one.

Gavin slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off, to sleep. A moment after he had fallen asleep, a strong wind blew out the fire, and Kreta, for the first time since they had set up camp, looked up from his work and stood up, looking down at the left over embers. His eyes studied the completely darkened landscape, and almost instinctively, he knew what was there.

He shifted his swords comfortably on his shoulders and turned to a shadowy form. "There you are." He remarked with a sneer of a smile.

Far, far away, in a temple long since forgotten, veiled in shadows and swarmed with traps and obstacles, sat a strange figure, his hands skillfully applying the last finishing touches to his creation. The creation had long bared fangs and claw like feet. It purred as its creator stroked it. "My Shadow Traps. You know what I seek. seek the Mask. But we can never find it. They won't let us." the figure whispered sharply to his Shadow Trap. The Shadow Trap growled and snapped its teeth. A shadow passed over the figure. "Uma." The figure said without turning around. The shadow behind him shifted into a figure. "Rak."

"Did you find the Mask?" The figure behind him shook his head. "No such luck. I assume you've not been helping with the search like you should." "No, I have not, but I'm trying." The other figure grabbed ahold of the creator and forced him to stand and look at him.

Even in the dimly lit light, the two figures could be seen and described in full detail.