All that broke the silence was Alexandros’s breathing, his
closed eyelids flickered as if asleep, but he was very much awake. The warp lay before him, a series of shards
broken and shattered in to pieces, it had taken him days to find this place, if
there is such a thing as place in the warp.
This point contained
the future of Krillion but whatever had passed here had made sure to leave
little trace of what that may be. Alexandros watched the shards that drifted
pasted, his body nothing more than a shadow, a cloud of smoke in the warp. Some
were of events he’d seen himself take place and others from a time before he’d
taken up the mantel of Astarte or even been born.
These he let drift by for they were not what he was
searching for, “there” he breathed to himself, it was a small thread in among
the larger shards but it was the thread he’d been looking for, ‘Stefano
Salbatore’ nothing more than a name but connected to so many parts of Krillion,
slowly Alexandros reached down and gently pulled the thread.
As his finger took
hold of it, images began to flash in front of him, great battles, the burden of
a duty to something more than one's self, rage and hate for what had happen and
finally a mission to save a planet on the fringe. Alexandros looked deeper into
this last image, “there” the shard shrunk back has Alexandros drew near to in
as if trying to hide itself from him but it was of no use and with a quick wave
of his hand, the shard was bound in place. It was of a lone marine charging
into what could only be described as hell fire, his amour chipped and damaged
but his soul unflinching even when faced with the full power of the warp
unleashed in real space. Alexandros watch as he charged though the flames his
power armor cracking and buckling under the pressure but still, he pressed on
through the fire his gauntlet ablaze with crackling light and has he pushed his
ruby red fist forward, past the flames the shard was consumed by a blinding
light and shattered turning to dust.
As the dust drifted away Alexandros saw one last picture, it
showed the same lone marine standing by himself amidst a field of bodies and
flames but then the image shifted, and he was no longer standing alone in the
field but was joined by another marine upon the field of battle.
Before Alexandros could see any more the warp once more let
out a deafening screech as if it was a wounded beast and the currents that had
laid clam at his feet began to take on form and twist into creatures from
people's darkest dreams. Then Alexandros open his eyes and once more the only
sound was his steady breathing in and out.
The Vox to the chamber then broke into life “My Lord urgent
message from Captain Silas, he requests your presence in the burning veil there
has been an encounter.”
Alexandros took a moment before relying “Ready my shuttle
immediately and inform the Halo.”
“It will be done my lord.”
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