BIONICLE: Mask of Light
“Together Again”
Written by C.A. Hapka
As the sun rose above the horizon, Jaller tried to keep his gaze on his goal — the craggy top section of the Mangai volcano. He struggled up a rocky slope, clutching the Mask of Light.
As he crested the slope, he groaned in dismay. Another steep cliff side still lay between him and the top of the volcano!
His legs ached, and his eyes strained in the bright morning sunlight. Would he be able to make it? And even if he reached the top of the volcano, what then? Would he find the Seventh Toa there — or would the mask lead him off in yet another direction?
“Mata Nui,” he cried. “Show me where my destiny lies!”
Suddenly the ground quaked beneath him. Jaller was thrown off his feet — and off of the ledge. He barely managed to grab onto it and avoid falling.
He sighed and glanced upward, rolling his eyes. “Well,” he said to the sky, “l guess I asked!”
The ground shook again. But this time, Jaller realized it was the rumble of galloping footsteps coming toward him.
“What now?” he wondered aloud.
Jaller’s eyes widened as Pewku galloped onto the ledge. Takua was riding on her broad back, holding a kolhii stick in one hand.
Takua leaned over Pewku’s side, stretching the kolhii stick down toward Jaller. Jaller grabbed it, holding on tightly as his friend pulled him to safety.
Soon Jaller was seated behind Takua on Pewku’s back. “What happened to ‘I quit’?” he asked breathlessly.
Takua grinned. “I tried that,” he said. “But no one will let me.” His face grew serious. “Bad news. More Rahkshi. They’ve taken Onu-Koro.”
“The Mask of Light was never at Onu-Koro,” Jaller said, confused.
Takua shrugged. “They don’t want the mask,” he said. “They’re looking for the Herald.”
Jaller still looked puzzled. “You’re sure they were after the Herald?”
Takua glanced at him over his shoulder. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Very sure.”
Tahu roared, struggling to free himself from the vines that trapped him. He crashed from side to side, the large, flat stone beneath him glowing hot with the force of his fury.
The three of them gathered around Tahu. The Fire Toa hardly seemed aware of their presence as he growled and fought against his restraints.
Kopaka produced his own blade. He crossed it with the magma swords in front of Tahu’s face. The energy of two Toa’s blades exploded in a blinding flash of light, then flowed down into Tahu’s body.
Kopaka and Lewa pulled back the swords. The steam dissipated, revealing Tahu — and the poison taint still covering his body. The Fire Toa lay still, his eyes dark.
Gali brought her hands together. Water droplets rushed together at her call, forming a liquid sphere that spun in front of her. Liquid of life, do your magic, she thought, focusing all of her energy on the water’s cleansing power.
She unleashed the water at Tahu in a gentle mist. A rainbow formed as the droplets danced over his still form.
The water bathed him, washing away the poison along with the scratch on his mask. Within seconds, healthy red armor shone out.
Lewa gazed down at Tahu. The Fire Toa still lay motionless, but Lewa could see that Gali’s efforts had worked. There was no sign of the poison taint.
Lewa very gently clanked his fist against Tahu’s hand. “I’m right here, Toa brother,” he murmured.
Gali was kneeling beside a jungle pond. She held her hands beneath the water, taking energy from it. Kopaka stood behind her, watching.
“Kopaka,” Gali said with a sigh as she felt herself recharged. “Do you think the Turaga were right about us? Have we lost our unity?” She paused, gazing down at the still water. When the Ice Toa didn’t answer, she turned her head. “Kopaka?”