This is going to be my attempt at linking the G1 Bionicle story with the G2 story. You all might think it's terrible, but I'm going to do it anyway. The first few parts will start around the middle of the time between G1 and G2. They're narrated by Raanu, but it might not be the Raanu you remember from G1. Then I'll go back to explain how it got from G1 to the middle, and then how it gets from the middle to G2. This should get updated every couple of days.
Raanu's Journal, entry #1:
I fear for the future.
I fear that those who hold positions of power will not have enough, or will not use it wisely, for the good of those who do not have as much power. I fear that one day, I may misuse my own power.
My power. Part of me still wonders if it was such a good idea to ask of this from Mata Nui. When he told me that our mega-village was actually a massive robot body that he needed to use to reunite Spherus Magna, I was wary. He would take away the one thing we had to protect ourselves from the Skrall and Bone Hunters. I needed something in return, to be able to protect the villagers. I did not entirely like this idea, because I would become something that I feared. I wanted power, like the Glatorian now wielded.
Mata Nui warned me that because I was not a Glatorian, I did not have the potential to possess such power. He would actually have to alter me, and not just a weapon. This brought doubt back into my mind. I thought it over, and I realized that the power was not needed yet. But I asked him to remember my request, and should I ever need it, he would grant it. He agreed. He received the robot, triumphed over Makuta, and restored Spherus Magna, at the cost of his life. Or so I thought.
When the Toa came, I was suspicious of them. Who were these beings, who wielded powers over the elements as if they were a part of themselves. The red and gold one, who said his name was Tahu, offered to help search for a site for New Atero. I allowed for his assistance, though I still did not trust him fully. I did not want to be undermined by one who had the physical power of a Glatorian, yet apparently held a position of authority that rivaled a leading Agori, such as myself. I needed the power.
On one of the days when the Toa were searching for an optimal site, I went to the shrine where the Mask of Life was kept. I asked Mata Nui to remember his bargain with me, about the power. I said that I was ready. As I think back now, I realize I was not. The mask came to life and struck me with energy, changing me into someone else. Something else.
Now, I am an outcast. Expelled from the village because the Agori do not believe I am who I say I am. Something halfway between a Toa and a Glatorian, and wielding a power far stronger than either of them. I call myself a wizard, for that is what I am; an oddity, an exception to the rule. I protect the villagers from afar, for there are still many things on this planet that would wish them harm.
But there are far fewer villagers, Agori and Matoran both, than there used to be on the planet of Spherus Magna. And there are far fewer lights in the sky to hope on for a better tomorrow. For ever since the universe shattered, nothing has been the same. And it never will be again, as long as time remains constant.