Thought you'd gotten rid of me, hadn't you? Not-Never! Well, this is a combined story done between five six others and myself. Credit will be given where credit is due of course and I will notify you at the beginning of each chapter if it was written by myself or one of the others. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Obviously Bionicle isn't ours and this idea was COMPLETELY thewriter49's! I wouldn't even be doing this if it weren't for him!

P.S. this is the only disclamer you get for the story.

Earth. A place of relatively no significance to the universe. A planet who's people was just learning of the great universe. A planet where anything was possible and so much not known... or feared. A people who lived day to day as they could, no better off than their neighbor, yet no worse either. A brave people, a cowardly people, a people filled with so much imagination that sometimes reality was taken as fiction and jotted down on pages for the entertainment of the masses. How different a world from the one he had just been thrown from. But that made no difference to the being who was on a trajectory path with this small planet. In fact, he had never known it had existed until now. Well, whether it was a new world or not, it would soon be his. His brother thought that his threat was over? Oh no... It was beginning anew. First, this planet would fall, the people enslaved, and then... Then, it was only a matter of time until he returned and his brother would fall. A cruel laugh built in the being's chest, seeming to cause a shiver to run through the vastness of space itself.

It was over. Everyone thought that Makuta Teridax was dead, struck down by Mata-Nui. Their war was supposed to be over and the series ended. All around the world, disappointed yet satisfied individuals put down their story books, comics, toys, turned off their screen monitors, eagerly scanned for new release dates, played the games or just focused on the next big LEGO project. And yet many still had never heard of such things as Toa, or Matoran, or Agori or Glatorian. Or even Makuta. How very ignorant they were. How amazed or fearful would they be to know that this 'story' they followed so religiously was, in fact, truth? He didn't know. What he did know, however, was that Earth was closing their pages far too soon. It wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

He had failed in destroying Makuta's conscious being. He just hadn't enough power in the mechanical body to do it. He's only been able to banish Makuta to another universe. A mistake he would rectify if he could. No world deserved the wrath of such a power hungry crazed being such as him. The being of power could only ponder what was to come and to give birth to a new generation of heroes. Ones that would surprise his own people. They were there, on Earth. Those with the courage, the resourcefulness, and the open mindedness to (at least) stave off Makuta long enough for help to arrive.

Gathering his energies, the Great Spirit known as Mata-Nui sent forth seven masks that had great uses in the forms of Toa Stones. When touched by those they were meant for, they would attain their original forms as masks. Each mask carried an elemental power within as well as an extra power. Exhausted from the power transfer and the energy needed to send the masks all the way across the universe, Mata-Nui sank into a stasis inside the Mask of Life. Now, he could only watch... And hope.

"Good luck, my new Toa. May the three virtues guide you. You will be forever known as..." His voice seemed to echo in seven teenagers' minds. "The Toa Terra!"

Sorry the opening is so short, but I couldn't think of much while writing it. This at LEAST gets the premise and setting out. R+R please!