User blog:Creator613/Fanfcition, People!

This is the preview of a Fan-Fic i'm going to make about Bionicle. Seeing as I have no hope with pieces to make the MOCs, and I'm too lazy to make pages this is the best thing to do.

Prologue

A turaga leaned over a fire on the beaches of Mata Nui, his head bowed, his kanohi ancient and flecked with age. Matoran sat grouped around him as he began a story, a story of long ago...

"Once, beyond the limits of time can say, there was a group of Eight beings. Some said they were Toa that had found a secret, others said they were the Great Beings come down to us. Each one weilded an element, of course the basic six, and then the darkest and lightest of all. Shadow, and Light. They were a truly great team, often joining up to defeat Makuta that raged the lands, there power breaking the corrupted creators like a rod. They were known as the Fallen Ones, do to the belief that they were Great Beings fell from the sky. Now... Eventually, the strongest member, Drakhuit, who happened to be the Toa of shadow, went off and left, bringing threads out, making the team spread apart, only one staying on the path of light. And this, this is his story."

Chapter One

Izuihk walked on the land, his golden armor and white body making him to be a Toa of Light. What people wouldn't notice, though, was his immense power. His mask seemed to flow with the light, his will shaping it, giving it its power. His hands were golden, with white claws, his torso with a golden signate. He looked everything a great toa should look like, as was his mind-set. The light seemed to shine from him, even as the sky grew darker, the ground covered in green mists swrling and hiding objects in there dark, dimsal colorings. Suddenly, a toa with green armor appeared, his white body shimmering in the mists. "Izuihk, what are you doing here? Working for the council still, I suppose?" He spoke, his voice like air and wind, exasperating to life. Izuihk spoke then, his voice heavenly, yet hard as steel. "I know what you've been doing here, Khuirk. The matoran? Really? You would sink that low?"