Anti-Krana

This story is written by user chanyik, it is about a sentient Bohrok's death, revival and its journey to Karda-Nui to find out the reason why he died when he ws a Matoran.

Chapter one
My team ran by, heading for the mighty mt.mangai. They are about to drain the molten protodermis there. I watch them went out of my sight, as I really don’t want to stay around them. I hate staying with lifeless machines, something like them. We Bohrok were meant to clean the Island of “Mata-Nui”, as the now gone Matoran named it. This was once a desolated island, all rocky and dry, without a drip of water. I was once an Av-Matoran from Karda-Nui. I can hardly remember my former life, but I can tell that I am different from the swarm. Other Bohrok don’t think, as they’re pilot by Krana. I hate Krana, worse than my hatred of Bohrok. They are slimy, they are ugly, and the worst thing, they actually think! I’m glad that I think with my own brain, without Krana controlling my every movement, just like a puppet. A group of Levahk got passed me. I dislike Levahk. They spread acid that eat through everything, including the rocks, sands and even the earth itself that stood on this island far more longer that we do, making the land of boredom much worse. I’m standing in the former location of Le-Wahi, where the Levahk swarm had already swipe it all clean. I can hardly believe that the dense jungle previously existed was destroyed in three days. The Fau swamp is still there, the Levahk will miss it-It’s their favorite spot of the island-if they even know the word favorite. I can’t recall the time when I noticed that I was different from the others. I tried to communicate with the rest of the squad, but none of them seem to understand me. It took me a few weeks for me to accept that I failed; I will never have friends anymore, no more talking, no more joking, just cleaning the “mess” on the island. Then why did I die in Karda-Nui? There was a time when I was determined to find out. But a force stranded my on this miserable island, I would have screamed if I could. I can merely remember that my village was surrounded by light vines, and my friend and I fought flying Rahi that keeps striking our home, our shelter. My reminiscences ended when I heard a loud roar. I rushed to the source of the sound, only to see a huge dragon Rahi standing at the shore of the formerly village of Ta-Koro. A number of damaged Bohrok lay in front of the Dragon, despite the power of the dragon, it’s badly injured. I joined the remaining Bohrok standing against the dragon; the Dragon let out a stunning roar and baths us in a massive blast of energy, I felt everything fading around me, turning brighter, brighter, brighter, and brighter……