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Blood Origin (rewrite of Shatter Glass)
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All the corridors were silent now that the transport vessel has come to a stop. No life could be found on the ship except for six remaining survivors. But for these young survivors their lives weren't going to be cut short no, they were going to be altered.
37,990 years later, a squad of Ultramarines is sent on their latest mission. "So what is it again that we need to get?" asked a young Astarte. "Well Maul, I think it's something very important, since it has the sergeant very tense for some reason." said his squad battle-brother Eoral as they turned their gaze to their leader Sergeant Caern. Caern had a concerned look on his face but either way it was hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling with his gaze of steel. "HEY!! Wait for the rest of us!!" came a booming voice from behind them that made Maul somewhat flinch. It was the rest of the squad; the one walking ahead was Gerak, who was known to be a hardhead and short-tempered. "Did you guys really think you were going to leave without us?" he asked with a slight sign of a developing temper. At that it was obvious that they had no choice, so Sergeant Caern, granted them their request. As soon as they were on the ship, everyone at the controls gave an all clear for the flight path to their destination. Maul could never hide his excitement he loved flying through space at high speeds but, they didn't care how they get there, they just wanted to fight for the Emperor.
As they left, Eoral started to get a strange feeling; he knew that where they were going wasn't far, but now he was starting to wish that they could get there a little faster. He didn't want to mess with any of the controls, so he simply headed down to a spot down the hall where he could sit and figure out what the problem was. When he finally sat down, the feeling started to worsen. He could now hear small whispers in the back of his mind, saying his name, getting louder by the second until finally they stopped. The moment they stopped, Eoral heard Caern's voice. "Are you feeling well, brother?" he asked. Eoral slowly stood up; his head was now a little dizzy from before. "I'm fine, it's... Just a headache that's all. How long until we arrive?" He said hoping to change the subject. Caern didn't seem to be bothered by the change of subjects. "We're already there." He said as he pointed out of a wide viewpoint. Eoral walked to the thick sheet of glass and what he saw made him raise an eye-brow "What in the name of..."
The ship that sat in front of them seemed more like a giant pile of scrap metal. Eoral turned to Caern in confusion. "What happened here?" he said, struggling to keep himself in control of his emotions. Caern didn't answer right away as if waiting for him to figure it out for himself. Then he said: "It was raided a few months back by Chaos marines. We weren't able to get the signal until a day ago. We don't know of any real survivors yet, so we're just here to check things out until the Navy figures something out." Eoral stood there for a few moments. "There's something on that they want, isn't there?" He asked, his voice stern, showing that he was serious about the situation; the reasons for that was that he knew the chances of there being a trap waiting for them. Caern's expression didn't change, but his eyes told Eoral that was the point.
As they approached the abandoned vessel not one of them felt any comfort in this situation. They knew the chances that could end their lives, but at the same time it wasn't anything they haven't gone through before. Maul hesitated for a moment when he noticed an arm caught between two scraps of metal. He immediately shook it off so he could catch up with the others. Finally, they made it to the interior section of the ship. They turn their helmets to night vision so they could see better in the darkness of the ship. The scenes were just as bad as the outside; there were body parts and bits of metal floating everywhere. Feril does a quick scan of the ship with Uman's help as the others investigate nearby rooms. "Hey I think we found something," Uman yelled to the others. Tallok was the first to ask, "What is it?" Uman merely shook his head and said, "You won't believe this."
Sergeant Caern was now moving more eagerly down the corridors of the vessel. Most of the others had trouble keeping up with him. Then Caern turned to Feril, "How much further till we're there?" he asks with a strange tone. Feril, who struggled to keep up answered, "Just take the hallway to the left, fourth door down on the right." Caern turned to the others and said, "We must be very careful. I promise by the Emperor's name to explain everything later." Everyone understood that this now meant they were going to see what the fuss was about and what was so important.
When they got to the doorway, it was covered with claw marks; obvious signs that someone or something had tried to get in but failed. Caern turned to Tallok and nodded, Tallok nodded back. He then lifted his chainsword and started to cut through the door as if it was wood. Once the door was open, Eoral and Caern were the first to enter. When they saw the coast was clear, everyone else entered as well. But what they found wasn't what they'd expected. Instead of finding a wounded survivor, they found six container units, but only three of them actually contained something, or should we say someone.
"What in the Emperor's name is this?" Maul said as he approached one of the containers. The one he came to, contained a small child of what he assumed was a boy. He could see the fingers twitch in a sign that meant the boy was still alive but he could not help to wonder why was a child possibly not even an adolescent doing in a container unit. The others were too busy looking at Caern to notice him. "We've finally found them," Caern said in a pleased tone, he then glances at his unpleased brothers. "These children you see before you are known as the 'Origins' of who we are today. They each represent a piece of what makes us warriors. They represent the three main characteristics needed I don't know which is which but they signify the mind, body, and soul of ourselves." They stared for a moment at their sergeant but before they could speak Geraks' auspex screen was filling up with red "unfriendly" markers.
Before any of them could do anything, Eoral instinctively ran to one of the containers and tried to move it, it was easy to move because there was almost no gravity. "They're on back up batteries, they should have enough power to last them until we get back to the ship!" said Caern as he did the same thing to a container much larger than the others. Maul was able to get his with ease but, he could of sworn that the expression on the boy's face changed for a moment. His focus immediately returned when a giant red figure took shape in front of them blocking their only exit,"GIVE THEE BLOOD OF ORIIIGINS!!" yelled the daemon as it's smaller counter parts made their way past it. "Maul!" Maul turned just in-time for one demon to leap at him causing the container to fall from his grasp. "NO!! THE BLOOD OF ORIGIN MUST NOT BE HAAARMED!!" yelled the large daemon and with that Maul's assailant turned it's attention to the container catching it just before hitting the ground. But the moment that daemon touched the container a large flash came, blinding the space marines and obliterated the daemons all at once. While they regained their vision Tallok turned his head to Caern and asked "What was that?" Caern glanced around the room before answering. "A defense mechanism used to protect the youths from any demonic touch or influence I believe." He got up as did the others as they all had been nocked clean off their feet. Gerak went over to Maul and offered a hand. "That was a close one you had their brother."
With caution the Ultramarines made their way through the interior of the abandoned vessel. "So Caern how do you know so much about these youths?" Maul asked while staring at the contained youth he obtained. Caern was not surprised at the question, "Only a selected few are allowed to know of them I know because the head Chaplain told me. He said that these youths are not normal humans as you already know but what makes them different is not just their symbolism as warriors. It's what they are capable of as individuals but I'm afraid my knowledge stops there for the head Chaplain said that when the time is right their talents or capabilities will be revealed." He then comes to a stop, glancing around the corridor, "Strange." he turns to Feril who was carefully checking their surroundings. "I don't understand this is the exact way we came into this place." Feril explained. "As you all know I never forget things like that." That was something they all knew true of their brother. "But in this case it's almost like the walls themselves have shifted."
During everyone's silence the three contained youths began to stere in their contain-units, immediately Caern places his on the ground and examines it. "Ballocks!! We're running out of time, their timers have already begun." He said pointing to the red glowing numbers on the side of his. Tallok payed little attention to the matter for his attention was on a low moaning that felt as if to slither through the surrounding metal. "Brothers I believe we have company."
37,990 years later, a squad of Ultramarines is sent on their latest mission. "So what is it again that we need to get?" asked a young Astarte. "Well Maul, I think it's something very important, since it has the sergeant very tense for some reason." said his squad battle-brother Eoral as they turned their gaze to their leader Sergeant Caern. Caern had a concerned look on his face but either way it was hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling with his gaze of steel. "HEY!! Wait for the rest of us!!" came a booming voice from behind them that made Maul somewhat flinch. It was the rest of the squad; the one walking ahead was Gerak, who was known to be a hardhead and short-tempered. "Did you guys really think you were going to leave without us?" he asked with a slight sign of a developing temper. At that it was obvious that they had no choice, so Sergeant Caern, granted them their request. As soon as they were on the ship, everyone at the controls gave an all clear for the flight path to their destination. Maul could never hide his excitement he loved flying through space at high speeds but, they didn't care how they get there, they just wanted to fight for the Emperor.
As they left, Eoral started to get a strange feeling; he knew that where they were going wasn't far, but now he was starting to wish that they could get there a little faster. He didn't want to mess with any of the controls, so he simply headed down to a spot down the hall where he could sit and figure out what the problem was. When he finally sat down, the feeling started to worsen. He could now hear small whispers in the back of his mind, saying his name, getting louder by the second until finally they stopped. The moment they stopped, Eoral heard Caern's voice. "Are you feeling well, brother?" he asked. Eoral slowly stood up; his head was now a little dizzy from before. "I'm fine, it's... Just a headache that's all. How long until we arrive?" He said hoping to change the subject. Caern didn't seem to be bothered by the change of subjects. "We're already there." He said as he pointed out of a wide viewpoint. Eoral walked to the thick sheet of glass and what he saw made him raise an eye-brow "What in the name of..."
The ship that sat in front of them seemed more like a giant pile of scrap metal. Eoral turned to Caern in confusion. "What happened here?" he said, struggling to keep himself in control of his emotions. Caern didn't answer right away as if waiting for him to figure it out for himself. Then he said: "It was raided a few months back by Chaos marines. We weren't able to get the signal until a day ago. We don't know of any real survivors yet, so we're just here to check things out until the Navy figures something out." Eoral stood there for a few moments. "There's something on that they want, isn't there?" He asked, his voice stern, showing that he was serious about the situation; the reasons for that was that he knew the chances of there being a trap waiting for them. Caern's expression didn't change, but his eyes told Eoral that was the point.
As they approached the abandoned vessel not one of them felt any comfort in this situation. They knew the chances that could end their lives, but at the same time it wasn't anything they haven't gone through before. Maul hesitated for a moment when he noticed an arm caught between two scraps of metal. He immediately shook it off so he could catch up with the others. Finally, they made it to the interior section of the ship. They turn their helmets to night vision so they could see better in the darkness of the ship. The scenes were just as bad as the outside; there were body parts and bits of metal floating everywhere. Feril does a quick scan of the ship with Uman's help as the others investigate nearby rooms. "Hey I think we found something," Uman yelled to the others. Tallok was the first to ask, "What is it?" Uman merely shook his head and said, "You won't believe this."
Sergeant Caern was now moving more eagerly down the corridors of the vessel. Most of the others had trouble keeping up with him. Then Caern turned to Feril, "How much further till we're there?" he asks with a strange tone. Feril, who struggled to keep up answered, "Just take the hallway to the left, fourth door down on the right." Caern turned to the others and said, "We must be very careful. I promise by the Emperor's name to explain everything later." Everyone understood that this now meant they were going to see what the fuss was about and what was so important.
When they got to the doorway, it was covered with claw marks; obvious signs that someone or something had tried to get in but failed. Caern turned to Tallok and nodded, Tallok nodded back. He then lifted his chainsword and started to cut through the door as if it was wood. Once the door was open, Eoral and Caern were the first to enter. When they saw the coast was clear, everyone else entered as well. But what they found wasn't what they'd expected. Instead of finding a wounded survivor, they found six container units, but only three of them actually contained something, or should we say someone.
"What in the Emperor's name is this?" Maul said as he approached one of the containers. The one he came to, contained a small child of what he assumed was a boy. He could see the fingers twitch in a sign that meant the boy was still alive but he could not help to wonder why was a child possibly not even an adolescent doing in a container unit. The others were too busy looking at Caern to notice him. "We've finally found them," Caern said in a pleased tone, he then glances at his unpleased brothers. "These children you see before you are known as the 'Origins' of who we are today. They each represent a piece of what makes us warriors. They represent the three main characteristics needed I don't know which is which but they signify the mind, body, and soul of ourselves." They stared for a moment at their sergeant but before they could speak Geraks' auspex screen was filling up with red "unfriendly" markers.
Before any of them could do anything, Eoral instinctively ran to one of the containers and tried to move it, it was easy to move because there was almost no gravity. "They're on back up batteries, they should have enough power to last them until we get back to the ship!" said Caern as he did the same thing to a container much larger than the others. Maul was able to get his with ease but, he could of sworn that the expression on the boy's face changed for a moment. His focus immediately returned when a giant red figure took shape in front of them blocking their only exit,"GIVE THEE BLOOD OF ORIIIGINS!!" yelled the daemon as it's smaller counter parts made their way past it. "Maul!" Maul turned just in-time for one demon to leap at him causing the container to fall from his grasp. "NO!! THE BLOOD OF ORIGIN MUST NOT BE HAAARMED!!" yelled the large daemon and with that Maul's assailant turned it's attention to the container catching it just before hitting the ground. But the moment that daemon touched the container a large flash came, blinding the space marines and obliterated the daemons all at once. While they regained their vision Tallok turned his head to Caern and asked "What was that?" Caern glanced around the room before answering. "A defense mechanism used to protect the youths from any demonic touch or influence I believe." He got up as did the others as they all had been nocked clean off their feet. Gerak went over to Maul and offered a hand. "That was a close one you had their brother."
With caution the Ultramarines made their way through the interior of the abandoned vessel. "So Caern how do you know so much about these youths?" Maul asked while staring at the contained youth he obtained. Caern was not surprised at the question, "Only a selected few are allowed to know of them I know because the head Chaplain told me. He said that these youths are not normal humans as you already know but what makes them different is not just their symbolism as warriors. It's what they are capable of as individuals but I'm afraid my knowledge stops there for the head Chaplain said that when the time is right their talents or capabilities will be revealed." He then comes to a stop, glancing around the corridor, "Strange." he turns to Feril who was carefully checking their surroundings. "I don't understand this is the exact way we came into this place." Feril explained. "As you all know I never forget things like that." That was something they all knew true of their brother. "But in this case it's almost like the walls themselves have shifted."
During everyone's silence the three contained youths began to stere in their contain-units, immediately Caern places his on the ground and examines it. "Ballocks!! We're running out of time, their timers have already begun." He said pointing to the red glowing numbers on the side of his. Tallok payed little attention to the matter for his attention was on a low moaning that felt as if to slither through the surrounding metal. "Brothers I believe we have company."
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3 min read
Stolen from
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
- Name: Morgan/Tino/Berzerk
- Eye Color: Brown
- Hair Style/Color: Brown very short and messy
- Clothing style: baggy
- Best physical feature: thin as a twig and small
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
- Your fears: Failure
- Your guilty pleasure: Beating others in video games
- Your biggest pet peeve: Pedophiles and those willing to hurts kids for no reason
- Your ambitions for the future: Forensics or Video game design
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
- Your first thoughts waking up: Oh look another day of reality
- What you think about most: What's next or did I do something wrong unknowingly?
- What you think about before bed: Is my dog going to snoring again tonight?
- You think your best quality is: Creativity and strange ways of understanding
- Single or group dates: Single
- To be loved or respected: Both
- Beauty or brains: What?
- Dogs or cats: Both.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
- Lie: Sometimes
- Believe in yourself: Depends on my day
- Believe in love: I believe in true love
- Want someone: Yes...
LAYER SIX: EVER?
- Been on stage: Yes hated it
- Done drugs: No
- Changed who you were to fit in: Hell to the no
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
- Favorite color: Green, Blue or red
- Favorite animal: Deer
- Favorite movie: Wolfman (2010)
- Favorite game: Yu-Gi-Oh!
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
- Day your next birthday will be: February 19, 2013
- How old will you be: classified
- Age you lost your virginity: Never in your life sicko
- Does age matter: Never has.
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
- Best personality: Bad to the bone but sweet to the core
- Best eye color: Dark but blue/green are exceptional
- Best hair color: any (but not red)
- Best thing to do with a partner: Hang-out, go see movies, I'm traditional
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE WITH THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND
- I love: Friends and Family
- I feel: conflicted and confused
- I hide: my fears
- I miss: those I lost
- I wish: I could see who I really am
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
- Name: Morgan/Tino/Berzerk
- Eye Color: Brown
- Hair Style/Color: Brown very short and messy
- Clothing style: baggy
- Best physical feature: thin as a twig and small
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
- Your fears: Failure
- Your guilty pleasure: Beating others in video games
- Your biggest pet peeve: Pedophiles and those willing to hurts kids for no reason
- Your ambitions for the future: Forensics or Video game design
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
- Your first thoughts waking up: Oh look another day of reality
- What you think about most: What's next or did I do something wrong unknowingly?
- What you think about before bed: Is my dog going to snoring again tonight?
- You think your best quality is: Creativity and strange ways of understanding
- Single or group dates: Single
- To be loved or respected: Both
- Beauty or brains: What?
- Dogs or cats: Both.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
- Lie: Sometimes
- Believe in yourself: Depends on my day
- Believe in love: I believe in true love
- Want someone: Yes...
LAYER SIX: EVER?
- Been on stage: Yes hated it
- Done drugs: No
- Changed who you were to fit in: Hell to the no
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
- Favorite color: Green, Blue or red
- Favorite animal: Deer
- Favorite movie: Wolfman (2010)
- Favorite game: Yu-Gi-Oh!
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
- Day your next birthday will be: February 19, 2013
- How old will you be: classified
- Age you lost your virginity: Never in your life sicko
- Does age matter: Never has.
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
- Best personality: Bad to the bone but sweet to the core
- Best eye color: Dark but blue/green are exceptional
- Best hair color: any (but not red)
- Best thing to do with a partner: Hang-out, go see movies, I'm traditional
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE WITH THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND
- I love: Friends and Family
- I feel: conflicted and confused
- I hide: my fears
- I miss: those I lost
- I wish: I could see who I really am
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Comment and I will...
1. Tell you something I learned about by looking at your dA page for 13 seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, book or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal
1. Tell you something I learned about by looking at your dA page for 13 seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, book or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal
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Innocence in Ashes
17 min read
Time Children Ch.3
Innocence in Ashes
Grusa spat and cursed a servant as Morgan sat chained to his throne. She watched Grusa curse the servant for something she didn't know about but his action was obviously not good. It has been a week or so since they took her from her friends and forced her to be the chaos lords' image of himself. "Child?" It was Grusa, he had turned his attention to her now. "Yes?" There was no point in showing fear to him nor was anger an option. "Is there of anything you want from this slave?" He growled his words but she knew exactly why he would ask. "Water please." She said only to give the servant a reason to live. The servant nodded and quickly left. Grusa again glares at her with a smirk. "You need to eat little one. Slave! Get food." He yelled to another servant, before the small man could do anything Morgan lifted her voice, "I'm not hungry and have no interest making someone else get my food for me if I'm hungry I'll get it myself!" Grusa's eyes narrowed and just as she turned from him he activated an electrical circuit in her chain. She jolted only once then slightly shaking she turns to him as he spoke. "You might want to think twice before-" His voice trailed off as he saw a horrid glare of defiance in her eyes which for the first time in his life made a hint of fear develop within him. "You bare a strong will child too strong. Lock her in the prison hold and don't give her any food for the next twenty days."
She sat quietly in the cell grateful to be away from those evil monsters. She leaned her head back the thought of her friends and the space marines kept her sane so far. The thoughts didn't last when a voice she didn't know came from a neighboring cell. "Hey kid you awake?" Curiously she looks over and sees a man she did not recognize. "I heard you raised your voice to the chaos lord." His eyes had a strange inhuman gleam to them. "Why?" He asked his head slightly tilted as if with a broken-neck. "I merely got tired of hearing him give orders when he could do things himself." The man laughed when she finished. "What's so funny?" She asked, the man stopped and pointed at her. "You of course you must've been crazy to do that." Morgan turned away and said, "Then call me crazy." She knew well that this could be a while, as the man soon quieted. Foot steps and voices echoed in the corridors of the prison. Even though it was a bit frightening she found an interest in what they said and listened carefully.
"So have you heard?"
"No, what're you talking about?"
"Talking about the SMP girl."
"Yeah what about her?"
"She's in one of these cells right now."
"Really? Where?!"
The foot steps grew louder and instinctively she pretended to sleep.
"Here she is, small thing isn't she?"
"Yes, but it would be more interesting if I could see her face."
The sound of the door being unlocked and opened echoed. A large deformed metal hand gripped her and lifted her with perfect ease.
"Marik I know you wanted to see her face but your going a little far."
"Shut up, her hair is in the way I just want a look at her eyes"
Morgan didn't want to disappoint him so as he moved her bangs she opened her eyes and surprised the mutated marine enough to make him drop her. Once when she landed she ran for the door, got past the other one with ease, and with a good amount of adrenaline she runs down the corridors. Around her prisoners began to yell curses or directions to insure she got out. Given no other choice she followed the few directions she was given. She noticed the lines of cells come to an end and the metallic floor soften in a weird way. Then a familiar lunar lighting engulfed her and when she looked into it she no longer saw chaos based designed walls instead she saw plants. It took her a few moments to take it all in and realize she wasn't out of danger yet as a too familiar voice booms from the base entrance. Morgan had never realized they had landed but right now she was more worried about getting away from Grusa. But after she ran about ten meters something tackles her to the ground. She heard Skyras' voice as her arms were pulled behind her back. "Where do you think your going?" she hissed and held Morgan there as Grusa came into view with his sword out and demons of some sort trailing behind."You really thought you could get away?" He growled she swore under her breath wondering if there was anyone who was actually human. "You've been very defiant and we have punishments for that." Morgans' head began to hurt as he lifted his blade and the demon eyes locked onto her with their mouths drooling. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils as Grusa readied his blade and a group of deformed marine began to chant in languages she never knew. Then before it began her mind was lost and silence was all she heard.
Morgan awoke to the horrid sounds of screams and when she looked there the chaos along with the surrounding forest were being burned. The look of horror was in what was left of Grusas' eyes and once again a scream came but from behind her. She turned and saw Skyra withering on the ground trying to put out the flames that engulfed her. Everywhere Morgan turned there was someone or something being scorched to death. Not wanting to see anymore she ran through the only opening she could find in the forest-fire. Branches began to tumble on her as she ran but still she ran without stopping until she reached a rocky path. With only a short glimpse of the pursuing flames she climbed to the top of a ledge. Knowing she couldn't stay forever she takes one last look in the direction she came. There it seemed like hundreds of miles of vegetation was consumed by fire and the skies were jet black crying tears of ashes. For some reason she felt no pain to this but merely smiled as she looked up and let ashes cover her from head to toe.
The ashes fell for many days from what Morgan was aware of even when most of the fire had burned out. She has been walking now for what felt like ages and what made things worse was that she knew she would never find her friends if she stayed on this hell planet. Her vision began to fail as she tried to see past the walls of ashes. "No... Not now." She mumbled as she fell to her knees from exhaustion and her stomach gave a loud growl. She bowed her head and for the first time in ten years of her life she began to pray. 'If anyone of the holy spirit can hear me please I can no longer do this alone please I need help... Plea-" Her voice trailed off as she fell into a daze.
It wasn't long before she was found by a group of nomadic traders who traded more then just material goods. "Aye!! Look at what we have here I think it's still alive!" boomed a voice from close by, the sound of foot steps came close to her then stopped. "Aye, my friend this one is more dead then alive but I'm sure it might as well be worth something." She was then slung over something that was large and coated with thick leather like skin. Even though she was now at the mercy of these strangers she smiled at the fact she was being removed from the ashes. Slowly Morgan gained enough of herself to open her eyes enough to see her new captors. "Oi! It lives!" said a dark-skinned man with a cultist tattoo covering most of his face. "She looks like a good gladiator to me and as you know gladiators are worth thousands."
A man with pale skin approached and gazed at her before speaking "Gladiator? Wouldn't we be better off if she was just a slave?" the dark man turned to his comrade and growled "Brother we need something to make more money then just pleasure slaves. We need a gladiator to bring real money." he turned Morgan and got down to eye level with her. "Your going to the be the greatest warrior I've trained since that traitorous Skyra."
Days went by painfully as Morgan was trained in the arts of fists, arrows, and swords. The dark man began calling her Malphas after black a demon he worshipped as a young adolescent. From what she was aware of these men were possibly retired warriors from a time she cared little about. But the tails they would share with her of what they called "the good days" made her desire to be strong and her old rivalry instincts she use to have with her friend John returned increasing her eagerness to return to her friends. "Malphas!" called the light man as he waited near the fire, "training's over eat now." She quickly sat by the fire and looked around for the dark man with today's kill. He came with some large fish and together they ate the fish raw. "She's getting stronger... She might be ready for the tournament." they both looked at her with intention in their eyes.
Crowds roared from outside the black metal cell. The fighters sat around the walls of the cell their wrest/ankles chained to the walls. "What are we doing here?" asked a young man with half of his head shaved. No else spoke for a while during which Morgan noticed a very large man possibly a captured space marine starring at her. Having no interest in relations or trash talk from a stranger she glares at him to show her anger. The man merely smiled at her and just as he was about to speak the heavy doors of the cell opened loudly. The light of the dead sky poured into the room blinding the gladiators.
In the arena Morgan looked around curiously at the crowds and other warriors. "Excuse me." came a deep voice from behind her. Morgan turned and saw the large man from before, now standing only a few feet from her. "Your not from this world are you child." said the large man from the black room. "Not really." she said taking notice of a odd tattoo on the mans' shoulder. "Who are you anyway?" she asked keeping her voice low. "Layxe, and no need to tell me yours Malphas."
She didn't even realize the battle had started until Layxe pushed her away from a demon-mounts jaws. Regaining herself she glances around to see that the arena was now filled with gladiators fighting Seekers of Slaanesh. The beasts were like giant crocodiles with horns on the end of their snouts. A man screams as one mount stabs him from behind. Morgan just barely dodged the claws of a seeker who attempted to grab her. "You know what it means when you encounter Seekers of Slaanesh. It Slaanesh himself is interested in an individual if your lucky they'll kill you first." Layxe said as he tossed Morgan a short blade and took a stand by her. Looking up at him she asked "Why are you helping me?" he glanced at her and said "because I'm not willing to let a child die at the hands of chaos while I'm capable of stopping it,not again at least."
Morgan and Layxe fought side by side using the battle to learn more of each other. Layxe was a space marine from a chapter called the Blood Angels, on a journey of redemption for his own reasons. While in her own way Morgan told the sad tail of her changed life and how she came to this horror. She even managed to give him her real name for he was the first person who actually seemed human. Suddenly a Seeker manages to grab Morgan from behind and yanks her but Layxe cuts the arm of the demon moments before it could do harm. "On your left!" she yelled and decapitated a gladiator who she knew wasn't interested in spilling demon blood. "Blood cultists!" yelled Layxe as he finished off a steed of Slaanesh. Then a loud gong-like siren rang through the stadium making everyone (including the fighters) turn their gaze to the high throne where a cyborg more machine than man sat. "Warriors who've survived you have surpass the other fighters and the Seekeres. So for your rewards you four will fight three more battles and then you shall be granted freedom." The crowd road and from the edge of it Morgan noticed the men who had brought her hear calling for her. She went to them but was shocked at what they had to say "You just made us rich kid!!" said the pale one. "We just sold you to the owner of that imperial you teamed up with." the dark man pointed at Layxe as light man winked at her. "Going for the biggies are we... He better be good to our little fighter."
Feeling humiliation from those two morons she heads back to Layxe who had also spoke with the man that probably is the one that bought her. "Seems you and I will be working together." he said patting her on the head. His hand weighed as much as a barbarian hammer to her but it felt nice to have someone smile kindly to her for once when she looked at him. They left the arena as the orange sun began to lose light. "It'll be okay as long as your with me." it seemed as if he was reading her like an open book. He patted her head again "Keep your guard up this man is not afraid to harm children." he whispered to her as they approached a shadow of a man who looked as if he could be kicking the bucket at any moment. His eyes lazily rested on them. "This is the one you choose as your partner to freedom? She's certainly a tiny." he held hand and inch away from his eye with two boned fingers in a pinching gesture obviously teasing her size. Layxe did not speak up all he did was stare at the man with a hint of anger in his scent. Scent? She shocked herself about this being able to smell a persons mood even when hidden.
That night she and Layxe were put in cages with the bars slightly dented from past prisoners. Morgan was just about to shut her eyes when she hears Layxe yell "No! Spare her!" The door to her cage opened and reaching into it was a horribly aged arm. "Come little one give your master a few years of that little life of yours," Layxes' cage rattled as he struggled to break free. Morgan did not retreat from the hand but instead she jumped at it and rammed her head into the mans' chest knocking him back. It seemed as if he aged twenty years when even though she saw him only hours before this. The man was just about to get back up but Morgan slammed her foot into his neck permanently putting him to rest. Layxe finally breaks from his cage with a loud bang. His escape made other prisoners wake and start rattling their cages. Seeing that the noise would alert other possible dangers Morgan begins opening the other cages and freeing the slaves. This act shocked Layxe as he saw a child risk the time she had to get away to free all the captives she could find.
When Morgan opened the last she saw that it contained a small boy possibly between the ages three or four. Unwilling to leave the boy she grabs his hand and gently leads him out seeing that both his eyes had been removed. Keeping the boy near Morgan stepped onto an empty cage and gazed at the crowd of slaves "Everyone!" they quieted to listen "We are free but not for long if we stay in this hell so quickly now!" immediately when she ran they followed Layxe had taken the boy for he could carry the child with ease unlike Morgan.
Once when they got out Layxe had given the child to a man who apparently was the father of the boy. Seeing that all the slaves were out Layxe turned his attention back to Morgan who had stopped by a dumping yard near the entrance. He noticed she was starring at two corpses lying over each other. "You know them?" he asked as he approached her. Morgan dropped to her knees and began cradling one of the corpses as tears slipped from her eyes. "These were some of my closest friends when we were taken away from our families..." she roared in pure rage "SLAANESH!!!" then the burning smell of smoke came to her. "I will punish every last one of those monsters!"
For two years there was endless crusades, wildfires, and mass murders. Morgan killed all the Slaanesh demons she came across, as well as the cultists who would get in her way. Slaanesh Seekers have tried to capture her but none could stand against one who somehow was able to take the life of demons with mortal hands and live to slay another day. Aside from her killings Morgan was known for always sparring those who were truly innocent such as children and often war prisoners or freed slaves. She almost always is seen with her Blood Angel companion Layxe. In the process of her vengeance Morgan managed to locate a ship that was simple enough for her to pilot alone. "Take care brother." she said as they bumped fists "We will meet again sister, by then I will be redeemed and you will be one of us." he said with their army of followers gazing in worry that their leader was leaving. "My warriors do not fear for you are in good hands and do not worry I shall return with allies as well as a stronger leader myself. I swear by the weapon I hold before you I shall return!" the crowd raised their weapons as Morgan raised her chain-maul with a crescent blade on the other end of it, they called it the 'rising moon and falling sun'. She said her goodbyes to those that were closest to her and then started the engines of her ship. As she lifted from ground she looked and saw in the distance Chaos Lord Grusa watching but not attacking, it was then she realized he was a the one who killed two of the three missing SMPs. She also didn't have to think very hard on where the last one was because he was looking right at her mouthing 'fire beast' (her old childhood nickname).
Innocence in Ashes
Grusa spat and cursed a servant as Morgan sat chained to his throne. She watched Grusa curse the servant for something she didn't know about but his action was obviously not good. It has been a week or so since they took her from her friends and forced her to be the chaos lords' image of himself. "Child?" It was Grusa, he had turned his attention to her now. "Yes?" There was no point in showing fear to him nor was anger an option. "Is there of anything you want from this slave?" He growled his words but she knew exactly why he would ask. "Water please." She said only to give the servant a reason to live. The servant nodded and quickly left. Grusa again glares at her with a smirk. "You need to eat little one. Slave! Get food." He yelled to another servant, before the small man could do anything Morgan lifted her voice, "I'm not hungry and have no interest making someone else get my food for me if I'm hungry I'll get it myself!" Grusa's eyes narrowed and just as she turned from him he activated an electrical circuit in her chain. She jolted only once then slightly shaking she turns to him as he spoke. "You might want to think twice before-" His voice trailed off as he saw a horrid glare of defiance in her eyes which for the first time in his life made a hint of fear develop within him. "You bare a strong will child too strong. Lock her in the prison hold and don't give her any food for the next twenty days."
She sat quietly in the cell grateful to be away from those evil monsters. She leaned her head back the thought of her friends and the space marines kept her sane so far. The thoughts didn't last when a voice she didn't know came from a neighboring cell. "Hey kid you awake?" Curiously she looks over and sees a man she did not recognize. "I heard you raised your voice to the chaos lord." His eyes had a strange inhuman gleam to them. "Why?" He asked his head slightly tilted as if with a broken-neck. "I merely got tired of hearing him give orders when he could do things himself." The man laughed when she finished. "What's so funny?" She asked, the man stopped and pointed at her. "You of course you must've been crazy to do that." Morgan turned away and said, "Then call me crazy." She knew well that this could be a while, as the man soon quieted. Foot steps and voices echoed in the corridors of the prison. Even though it was a bit frightening she found an interest in what they said and listened carefully.
"So have you heard?"
"No, what're you talking about?"
"Talking about the SMP girl."
"Yeah what about her?"
"She's in one of these cells right now."
"Really? Where?!"
The foot steps grew louder and instinctively she pretended to sleep.
"Here she is, small thing isn't she?"
"Yes, but it would be more interesting if I could see her face."
The sound of the door being unlocked and opened echoed. A large deformed metal hand gripped her and lifted her with perfect ease.
"Marik I know you wanted to see her face but your going a little far."
"Shut up, her hair is in the way I just want a look at her eyes"
Morgan didn't want to disappoint him so as he moved her bangs she opened her eyes and surprised the mutated marine enough to make him drop her. Once when she landed she ran for the door, got past the other one with ease, and with a good amount of adrenaline she runs down the corridors. Around her prisoners began to yell curses or directions to insure she got out. Given no other choice she followed the few directions she was given. She noticed the lines of cells come to an end and the metallic floor soften in a weird way. Then a familiar lunar lighting engulfed her and when she looked into it she no longer saw chaos based designed walls instead she saw plants. It took her a few moments to take it all in and realize she wasn't out of danger yet as a too familiar voice booms from the base entrance. Morgan had never realized they had landed but right now she was more worried about getting away from Grusa. But after she ran about ten meters something tackles her to the ground. She heard Skyras' voice as her arms were pulled behind her back. "Where do you think your going?" she hissed and held Morgan there as Grusa came into view with his sword out and demons of some sort trailing behind."You really thought you could get away?" He growled she swore under her breath wondering if there was anyone who was actually human. "You've been very defiant and we have punishments for that." Morgans' head began to hurt as he lifted his blade and the demon eyes locked onto her with their mouths drooling. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils as Grusa readied his blade and a group of deformed marine began to chant in languages she never knew. Then before it began her mind was lost and silence was all she heard.
Morgan awoke to the horrid sounds of screams and when she looked there the chaos along with the surrounding forest were being burned. The look of horror was in what was left of Grusas' eyes and once again a scream came but from behind her. She turned and saw Skyra withering on the ground trying to put out the flames that engulfed her. Everywhere Morgan turned there was someone or something being scorched to death. Not wanting to see anymore she ran through the only opening she could find in the forest-fire. Branches began to tumble on her as she ran but still she ran without stopping until she reached a rocky path. With only a short glimpse of the pursuing flames she climbed to the top of a ledge. Knowing she couldn't stay forever she takes one last look in the direction she came. There it seemed like hundreds of miles of vegetation was consumed by fire and the skies were jet black crying tears of ashes. For some reason she felt no pain to this but merely smiled as she looked up and let ashes cover her from head to toe.
The ashes fell for many days from what Morgan was aware of even when most of the fire had burned out. She has been walking now for what felt like ages and what made things worse was that she knew she would never find her friends if she stayed on this hell planet. Her vision began to fail as she tried to see past the walls of ashes. "No... Not now." She mumbled as she fell to her knees from exhaustion and her stomach gave a loud growl. She bowed her head and for the first time in ten years of her life she began to pray. 'If anyone of the holy spirit can hear me please I can no longer do this alone please I need help... Plea-" Her voice trailed off as she fell into a daze.
It wasn't long before she was found by a group of nomadic traders who traded more then just material goods. "Aye!! Look at what we have here I think it's still alive!" boomed a voice from close by, the sound of foot steps came close to her then stopped. "Aye, my friend this one is more dead then alive but I'm sure it might as well be worth something." She was then slung over something that was large and coated with thick leather like skin. Even though she was now at the mercy of these strangers she smiled at the fact she was being removed from the ashes. Slowly Morgan gained enough of herself to open her eyes enough to see her new captors. "Oi! It lives!" said a dark-skinned man with a cultist tattoo covering most of his face. "She looks like a good gladiator to me and as you know gladiators are worth thousands."
A man with pale skin approached and gazed at her before speaking "Gladiator? Wouldn't we be better off if she was just a slave?" the dark man turned to his comrade and growled "Brother we need something to make more money then just pleasure slaves. We need a gladiator to bring real money." he turned Morgan and got down to eye level with her. "Your going to the be the greatest warrior I've trained since that traitorous Skyra."
Days went by painfully as Morgan was trained in the arts of fists, arrows, and swords. The dark man began calling her Malphas after black a demon he worshipped as a young adolescent. From what she was aware of these men were possibly retired warriors from a time she cared little about. But the tails they would share with her of what they called "the good days" made her desire to be strong and her old rivalry instincts she use to have with her friend John returned increasing her eagerness to return to her friends. "Malphas!" called the light man as he waited near the fire, "training's over eat now." She quickly sat by the fire and looked around for the dark man with today's kill. He came with some large fish and together they ate the fish raw. "She's getting stronger... She might be ready for the tournament." they both looked at her with intention in their eyes.
Crowds roared from outside the black metal cell. The fighters sat around the walls of the cell their wrest/ankles chained to the walls. "What are we doing here?" asked a young man with half of his head shaved. No else spoke for a while during which Morgan noticed a very large man possibly a captured space marine starring at her. Having no interest in relations or trash talk from a stranger she glares at him to show her anger. The man merely smiled at her and just as he was about to speak the heavy doors of the cell opened loudly. The light of the dead sky poured into the room blinding the gladiators.
In the arena Morgan looked around curiously at the crowds and other warriors. "Excuse me." came a deep voice from behind her. Morgan turned and saw the large man from before, now standing only a few feet from her. "Your not from this world are you child." said the large man from the black room. "Not really." she said taking notice of a odd tattoo on the mans' shoulder. "Who are you anyway?" she asked keeping her voice low. "Layxe, and no need to tell me yours Malphas."
She didn't even realize the battle had started until Layxe pushed her away from a demon-mounts jaws. Regaining herself she glances around to see that the arena was now filled with gladiators fighting Seekers of Slaanesh. The beasts were like giant crocodiles with horns on the end of their snouts. A man screams as one mount stabs him from behind. Morgan just barely dodged the claws of a seeker who attempted to grab her. "You know what it means when you encounter Seekers of Slaanesh. It Slaanesh himself is interested in an individual if your lucky they'll kill you first." Layxe said as he tossed Morgan a short blade and took a stand by her. Looking up at him she asked "Why are you helping me?" he glanced at her and said "because I'm not willing to let a child die at the hands of chaos while I'm capable of stopping it,not again at least."
Morgan and Layxe fought side by side using the battle to learn more of each other. Layxe was a space marine from a chapter called the Blood Angels, on a journey of redemption for his own reasons. While in her own way Morgan told the sad tail of her changed life and how she came to this horror. She even managed to give him her real name for he was the first person who actually seemed human. Suddenly a Seeker manages to grab Morgan from behind and yanks her but Layxe cuts the arm of the demon moments before it could do harm. "On your left!" she yelled and decapitated a gladiator who she knew wasn't interested in spilling demon blood. "Blood cultists!" yelled Layxe as he finished off a steed of Slaanesh. Then a loud gong-like siren rang through the stadium making everyone (including the fighters) turn their gaze to the high throne where a cyborg more machine than man sat. "Warriors who've survived you have surpass the other fighters and the Seekeres. So for your rewards you four will fight three more battles and then you shall be granted freedom." The crowd road and from the edge of it Morgan noticed the men who had brought her hear calling for her. She went to them but was shocked at what they had to say "You just made us rich kid!!" said the pale one. "We just sold you to the owner of that imperial you teamed up with." the dark man pointed at Layxe as light man winked at her. "Going for the biggies are we... He better be good to our little fighter."
Feeling humiliation from those two morons she heads back to Layxe who had also spoke with the man that probably is the one that bought her. "Seems you and I will be working together." he said patting her on the head. His hand weighed as much as a barbarian hammer to her but it felt nice to have someone smile kindly to her for once when she looked at him. They left the arena as the orange sun began to lose light. "It'll be okay as long as your with me." it seemed as if he was reading her like an open book. He patted her head again "Keep your guard up this man is not afraid to harm children." he whispered to her as they approached a shadow of a man who looked as if he could be kicking the bucket at any moment. His eyes lazily rested on them. "This is the one you choose as your partner to freedom? She's certainly a tiny." he held hand and inch away from his eye with two boned fingers in a pinching gesture obviously teasing her size. Layxe did not speak up all he did was stare at the man with a hint of anger in his scent. Scent? She shocked herself about this being able to smell a persons mood even when hidden.
That night she and Layxe were put in cages with the bars slightly dented from past prisoners. Morgan was just about to shut her eyes when she hears Layxe yell "No! Spare her!" The door to her cage opened and reaching into it was a horribly aged arm. "Come little one give your master a few years of that little life of yours," Layxes' cage rattled as he struggled to break free. Morgan did not retreat from the hand but instead she jumped at it and rammed her head into the mans' chest knocking him back. It seemed as if he aged twenty years when even though she saw him only hours before this. The man was just about to get back up but Morgan slammed her foot into his neck permanently putting him to rest. Layxe finally breaks from his cage with a loud bang. His escape made other prisoners wake and start rattling their cages. Seeing that the noise would alert other possible dangers Morgan begins opening the other cages and freeing the slaves. This act shocked Layxe as he saw a child risk the time she had to get away to free all the captives she could find.
When Morgan opened the last she saw that it contained a small boy possibly between the ages three or four. Unwilling to leave the boy she grabs his hand and gently leads him out seeing that both his eyes had been removed. Keeping the boy near Morgan stepped onto an empty cage and gazed at the crowd of slaves "Everyone!" they quieted to listen "We are free but not for long if we stay in this hell so quickly now!" immediately when she ran they followed Layxe had taken the boy for he could carry the child with ease unlike Morgan.
Once when they got out Layxe had given the child to a man who apparently was the father of the boy. Seeing that all the slaves were out Layxe turned his attention back to Morgan who had stopped by a dumping yard near the entrance. He noticed she was starring at two corpses lying over each other. "You know them?" he asked as he approached her. Morgan dropped to her knees and began cradling one of the corpses as tears slipped from her eyes. "These were some of my closest friends when we were taken away from our families..." she roared in pure rage "SLAANESH!!!" then the burning smell of smoke came to her. "I will punish every last one of those monsters!"
For two years there was endless crusades, wildfires, and mass murders. Morgan killed all the Slaanesh demons she came across, as well as the cultists who would get in her way. Slaanesh Seekers have tried to capture her but none could stand against one who somehow was able to take the life of demons with mortal hands and live to slay another day. Aside from her killings Morgan was known for always sparring those who were truly innocent such as children and often war prisoners or freed slaves. She almost always is seen with her Blood Angel companion Layxe. In the process of her vengeance Morgan managed to locate a ship that was simple enough for her to pilot alone. "Take care brother." she said as they bumped fists "We will meet again sister, by then I will be redeemed and you will be one of us." he said with their army of followers gazing in worry that their leader was leaving. "My warriors do not fear for you are in good hands and do not worry I shall return with allies as well as a stronger leader myself. I swear by the weapon I hold before you I shall return!" the crowd raised their weapons as Morgan raised her chain-maul with a crescent blade on the other end of it, they called it the 'rising moon and falling sun'. She said her goodbyes to those that were closest to her and then started the engines of her ship. As she lifted from ground she looked and saw in the distance Chaos Lord Grusa watching but not attacking, it was then she realized he was a the one who killed two of the three missing SMPs. She also didn't have to think very hard on where the last one was because he was looking right at her mouthing 'fire beast' (her old childhood nickname).
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Burning Soul
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“Come on Morgan!!" Wynter calls out from the stands of the arena. It has been only two months sense Morgans' return and she has finally been accepted but as usual Morgan turns down the offer for she still believed in some of the original ways of acceptance. She told them that she will fight a battle by their rules but it would be a two out of three battle and no matter what even if she gets injured the battles are to keep coming but the opponents must switch out after each battle so there are no advantages for anyone except for their physical traits or weapon handling. Another rule that was added by her was that if it became obvious that she was going to lose for a second time her opponent is to end her life there. The rules seemed cruel but at the same time reasonable, even some members of other Chapters that have come to conference with the Chapter Master have begun to think about adopting her ideas for future trials. "Calm down Wynter we might want to save it for when the fight starts." John says in a calm voice but his worry could be seen on his half way smile expression. They both looked up as Morgan enters the arena.
Morgan was not wearing armour instead she wore clothing that represented that of medieval times to John and Wynter but to probably everyone else it was just rags stitched together with hand made string. Her opponent on the other hand was wearing a basic covering that covered from his waist to his knees. The weapons were chosen based on the choices of the challengers; the weapons were maces, swords, and bare-fists. The man that stood before Morgan grimaced obviously not pleased with who he has to fight. Morgan wasn't fazed by mans size she was more worried about handling the weapons for she wasn't use to actual metallic weaponry.
"This and the next up coming battles will decide the fate of S.M.P Morgan. Now rules are battle will end; blood from torso, death, forfeit or unable to battle any further. Fighters choose your weapons." A guardsman pushes a cart between Morgan and her opponent. The large man grabs a mace and swings it slightly testing it with a hidden smirk; John could tell that the man was trying to scare Morgan trying to see if she was a coward. John shook his at this gesture; apparently some humans haven't evolved 'completely'. Wynter chuckles, John looks down at her confused, she merely looks up and says, "It's funny how you feel that some humans naturally can't evolve into mature warriors." John smiles at her but it quickly faded "Begin!"
The man rushed at Morgan with his mace raised and a loud battle cry following him. Morgan bared no weapon she felt that she should save the weapons sense they each can only be used once. The man brought down his mace with a strong arch to the ground. With ease Morgan evades the attack and grabs the handle of the mace making the man flinch in surprise, she then lets herself be pulled upwards as he brought the mace up, and tossed Morgan into the air. He again brings up the mace trying to knock her to the ground but just when it was thought she would be hit Morgan stiffens her arms out catching the mace; John and Wynter held their breaths for what she was going to do. Blood shot into the air as one of the spikes from the mace stabs through her hand but she shows nothing of it. She merely flips herself over the mace and feet first slams into the mans' forehead making him lose his balance and fall back. Morgan quickly took advantage of this and this time grabs the mans' arm forcing him hit himself in the torso with the mace; resulting with several non-severe stab wounds. "Blood from the torso Morgan wins!"
The entire arena was silent everyone was shocked by what had happened, Morgan smiled at the silence and just from curiosity looks where a black armored giant with a skull helmet sat. She began to wonder who he was and his rank, she assumed that he was of a high rank sense he pretty much sat on a throne compared to everyone else. She gives her now defeated opponent a smile and holds her hand out to him. "What's your name?" she asks him as he grabs her hand. "Marcus Vanine." He stood to at least the same size as Caern if not maybe a slight smaller. From what she was aware of Marcus was obviously bigheaded but Morgan could tell that he was a good man that was good enough to be called a warrior. Morgan watched as Marcus walked away to get his wounds mended and just he left another entered the arena. The man wasn't of the Ultramarines from what she knew so far is that they were never like this man.
The second challenger wasn't of the Ultramarines instead he was of the Black Templars. The only thing Morgan was informed about the challengers was that two of them were part of different chapters what the chapters were she wasn't told. The man didn't grab a weapon and Morgan knew she had no choice so she grabbed a small mace, which surprised her that they even had one that small. Once when the battle began Morgan felt something that through her off guard allowing her opponent to pile-drive her to the ground. He then lifted her with one hand into the air and held her there for a few moments. "Of course you only won because you were more familiar with Ultramarines." He then lowers her to eye level and whispers "Your just a dying race that was never meant to exist." Before slamming her to the ground hard enough to make it obvious that he won. He looks down at Morgan who lay motionless and assuming that she was dead walks toured the exit. "Your right you know.." He comes immediately to a stop and turned to see Morgan slowly getting to her feet blood dripping down her face. "I wasn't meant to ever exist... But I'm here and I’m going to find out why even if it kills me."
Morgan was now at her final battle she could smell and feel tension fill the atmosphere around her. She waits patiently for her final opponent to come; knowing that this could be her last, she looks at her friends and gives them a smile before turning away to face her fate. The man wasn’t as large as the last one but still he was a giant to her. He grabs his sword from the weaponry cart “Sorry if I may but I would like to know your name before we begin.” His tone kind but Morgan could also hear experience in his voice as well as see it. He had three large scars going across face, his hair was white, and his eyes were somewhat reddish in color Morgan recognized these characteristics as that of an albino. “Morgan is me name.” she said reaching for her sword which was half the size of his. He looks at her as the cart is pulled away. “If there’s a next time may we fight again as allies instead of enemies.”
John was gripping the rail as he watches Morgan holding off the Death Spectres as best as she could. John saw how each blow the marine gave made Morgan almost lose her balance or even stumble back but it calms him to see Morgan quickly regain herself and hold off another blow. The battle seemed as if to go for hours for the fighters but in real life only three minutes had passed. The man gives a heavy blow down on to Morgans' sword breaking the blade from its handle. Morgan quickly jumps back, looks at the handle and tosses it aside knowing it was of no more use. Just as the man charged at her, she charged him, with swift movement she grabs the blade of the broken sword from the ground and at the same time they swing their weapons for one last time; finally ending the ordeal. As the battle finally came to an end a shadow makes its way through the corridors unseen and unheard.
At the arena everyone who cared about the battle held their breath as the fighters now had their backs facing each other holding their swords in the air. Wynter turns away not wanting to see anymore of her friends' blood spill when she noticed blood dripping from the end of the Death Spectres's blade. John on the other hand doesn't look away; he wanted to see what the out come is in this moment of truth. Only a moment or two passed before Morgan and the Death Spectres collapse with blood gushing from them. "How rude of me..." the marine said low enough for Morgan alone to hear. "I asked for your name but never did I bother to tell you mine." Morgan manages to get on her knees and turn to him. "Grieffan is my name and I proudly accept my loss to a fellow Imperial."
Morgan was now floating in darkness deep within her thoughts; she had blacked out after leaving the arena and was now probably being examined or something. But this didn't frighten her at all to her this was just a time of being alone even though she knew she actually wasn't. 'Hmm... This place always makes those who come here go mad but it seems to never work on me, instead it seems to relax me. Why is that?' She thought to herself. 'That's because you’re the one with the "Will of Flame" my dear child.' Came a voice from behind her, Morgan calmly turns to see who it was and there standing before her was a man who looked as if radiating with light but she knew it was merely the multicolored light reflecting off his armour; apparently he was a Ultramarine. But what was an Ultramarine doing here? 'Will of Flame?' She asked with her thoughts not wanting to take any chances. 'Yes you and your friends are the three archangels sent to aid what remains of humanity in its' time of need. Your of willpower, your friends are of strength and knowledge.' She merely stared at him for a moment or two then says, 'I remember your voice your the one who guided me out of the chaos society. You never told me your name.' The man smiled and gave a low chuckle, 'You will find out soon enough my dear child.' Morgan then noticed some familiar characteristics the man had; his face structure was somewhat like Johns', his face was also intelligent looking like Wynters' and his eyes were as well familiar but Morgan couldn't really tell because she hasn't looked into a mirror in forever. Suddenly a bright light engulfed them both and just before he faded completely from her view he said, “We'll meet again at another time and by then you'll know who I am."
John and Wynter were waiting by the door to the infirmary where Morgan was being operated on. "Morgans' breathing and heart rate are returning to normal." Wynter says; her mind-reading abilities have improved drastically sense she's been under the teachings of Eoral and maybe others but John didn't pay much attention to whom exactly. He looks down at her "About time want to.." He was then interrupted by a booming voice named Gerak. "She finally awake yet? My patience is running thin." Gerak says approaching them with Maul, Tallok, and Eoral close behind him. "Shut up Gerak they just got her stabilized so she's probably beyond just tired." John says in a rude tone. Right then a medicae came out and gestured that it was okay for them to come in.
When they enter the room Morgan is already sitting up and frustrating the medicae that was wrapping her left arm. "Please hold still I don't want to risk anymore harm." Medicae says trying not to break her arm any further but then waves another medicae to help him instead. John steps in and gestures to where he wraps her arm instead "We'll handle it from here guys. Go take care of the Death Spectres." He says carefully wrapping Morgan’s arm. They nod and apparently were relieved to leave. Morgan smiles at it but then shudders as John tightens the wrappings. "You need to behave yourself now." He says releasing her arm. Wynter walks up to Morgan, glares at her for a moment, and says, "It's nice to see your alive Morgan." Morgan smiles at her and for the first time in centuries Morgan began to feel at peace once again when John and Wynter wrapped her in a group hug. But it tour her apart on the inside knowing that peace like this practically no longer existed; from what she's seen it was enough to know why.
They then release her as soon as the others come in. "Interesting your already sitting up." Gerak says with a raised eyebrow. Morgan looks up at him "Why so surprised?" Maul shakes his head and takes a seat next to Morgan. "Gerak just don't she's alive, that's all we need to know." Maul says. Gerak with his scarred face smiles at him. "Yes your right but from what I’ve seen you were praying for her life more then almost anything else." There was then an awkward silence everyone was looking at them until Morgan spoke-up "It's nice of you guys to come." She puts her hand on Mauls' shoulder and thanks him while Eoral glares at Gerak for his behavior. About then Morgan’s eyes started to get heavy and slowly she lays down. John grabs and pulls the sheets over her; the bed seems to make her look almost ridiculously small. "She needs her rest but Maul sense you’re her guardian you can stand guard while she sleeps." John says walking over to the door. "We still don't know who the traitor is that gave us away, so he'll probably expect Morgan to know, and well you get the idea." Maul nods and remains seated as everyone left but Tallok stops for a moment and says "Your doing well brother just don't get too attached otherwise you'll start having more troubles when their days come."
As hours passed Talloks’ words echoed deep within Mauls’ thoughts; he couldn’t understand what Tallok meant. He quickly went back to focus when the alarms on the health monitors suddenly go off. Immediately he checks and his eyes widen to find that Morgan was nowhere to be seen. Frantically he rushes out of room and looks down several corridors. Maul stops for a moment as dull moans reached his ears. He then turns to the corridor where the sounds came and followed them. As he walked he began to notice blood droplets sparkle in the lighting this made his pulse quicken as well as his pace. He followed the blood trail his pulse racing as he suspected the worst. He peeked around a corner and lets his eyes rest on a small figure with blood dripping from her wounds. Maul gives a low sigh of relief as Morgan turns and gives him a weary grin. "What are you doing here?" Maul asks while approaching her. Morgan turns away and looks back at the visible stars through a viewpoint. "I wanted to see the stars." her voice was almost to a mumble but was still understandable. She then turns to look at him, he could now see what appeared to be pain in her eyes, "Please don't take me back to the infirmaries... I'm scared of them..." It startled him for a moment but then it accord to him that compared to the other two Morgan has received so far treatment straight from hell. He sighed at this and tried to change the subject. "Your wounds have reopened.. Here, I think I have something to stop the bleeding."
Maul awoke from the sound of a familiar booming voice. "Aww how cute." Gerak chuckled. Maul glared at him for a moment and shifted his gaze to where Morgan was sleeping. Maul felt his face turn pinkish when he saw Geraks’ smirk. Morgan was huddled against Mauls’ side, Gerak chuckles again. “I thought Tallok said not to get attached.” He glances at Morgan. “Enjoying this conversation are we?” Morgan opens her eyes and laughs. “How did you know I was awake?” Gerak smiles “It’s not that hard.” Maul watched and smiled at them pleased that nothing has gone wrong then something accord to him. Morgan yelped when Maul picked her up unexpectedly.
John and Wynter were eating with the others in the mess hall. “Aye look who’s here.” Everyone at the table turned to Morgan sitting on Mauls’ shoulders with Gerak close behind. “How does it feel to part of the living again?” John asks taking a sip from his drink. Morgan giggles and crosses her arms on Mauls’ head. This made Mauls’ face flush and Gerak chuckled before he took a seat next to Caern. “It feels quite nice.”
At the table Morgan was starring at the bowl of soup that Uman had placed in front of her. John looks at her and asks, “What’s wrong Morgan?” “Umm… I never had anything like this before.” She answered. “Oh come now Morgan it’s soup.” Wynter says almost unnoticeable smirking at the thoughts she was picking up from the others. Caern looks at them with a raised brow at Wynter before returning to his meal. Maul sighed and said “Just eat it’ll help you heal.” Morgan shrugs at this and begins eating like some animal getting soup everywhere. Everyone at the table either moved back or covered themselves aside from them all yelling in unison. “MORGAN!!!”
During this a meeting in the Chaplains quarters was in progress. “How many chapters is it again that know of these SMPs?” A servitor looks up at him and responds, “Precisely four that’s including the Ultramarines and the inquisition has just been informed of their presents.” Its robotic voice was scratchy but was clear enough to an understandable point. The Chaplain sighed at this and began to think that informing about the children was a bad idea. “Which chapters?” He asked looking over to a skull probe he didn’t realize was there until that moment. “The Ultramarines, Black Templars, Death Spectres, and we believe the Dark Angels are also informed but the possibility of more learning of them increases.” The Chaplain sighed at this and thought back at how the smallest SMP looked at him that brought up a question he could not help but say aloud. “What was that girl thinking when she looked at me the way she did?” As soon as he finished a Librarian came in and said “The young one was only carious brother Arsis.” Arsis looked at him as he spoke “She was wondering about your rank and other statistics because to her you sat on a throne compared to others.” When the Librarian finished Arsis got a sudden thought for the child. “Erik?” Erik smiled and said, “Yes I’m the one training the one named Wynter with her abilities and your plan just might work.” Arsis smiled and growled, “Yes I think I’ll take hold of Morgans’ training when she is stronger. But for now she and her friends are to go to the inquisition for it might be the best. Oh, one more thing-“ Erik smiled, “No matter how many times you tell me not to I’m still going to finish for you when you speak.”
Back at the mess hall John and Wynter were cleaning the soup off themselves. John looked over to Morgan who was mopping the mess under Mauls’ watch. “How’s getting in trouble?” John yells jokingly from a distance. Morgan growls at him but quickly stops when she notices Mauls’ glare. “Leave Morgan alone she has to finish cleaning the entire mess hall before she is allowed to leave.” Maul said and they smiled at him as they left to the training rooms. Hours went by slowly as Morgan worked, she was more then half way done when Maul spoke up, “I have to go take care of some things so you can take break until I get back but you are to stay here.” Morgan merely grinned as Maul left and took a seat against the wall. Slowly she let her eyes close not realizing that a living shadow came to her.
The shadow began to manifest itself over her blocking all light. Morgan moaned from the sudden chill that she the cold black mist brushed over her. The shadow gave a low hiss as its’ possession seemed to have no affect on her. In frustration it decided to kill her instead but just when it opened its’ jaws wide enough to swallow her whole. Morgan quickly puts a cleaning brush in its’ mouth to where it could not close and roundhouse kicks it in the face or whatever it had for a face. “Thank you John and Chuck Norris!” She said to herself with laughter as the demon got up and freed its’ jaws. “Why can’t we possess you?” It growled. Morgan keeps quiet and readies herself as the demon charges her. Morgan jumps right over the demon while bringing her foot down on the back of its’ head. Once when they faced one another again the demon charged at her much faster then before. Morgan had no time to react and was pinned to the ground. Her head began to hurt in a way that could kill a normal person and Morgan blacked out from it but not before seeing the demons’ expression turn to horror as fire appeared on it.
“Morgan? Come on wake up.” It was Eorals’ voice slowly Morgan sat up her eyes still closed. “What happened?” She asks before being pushed back gently by a giant armored hand. “Lay back down. You’re being examined for any taint of chaos from the daemon attack.” He said looking at a man in strangely black armor, which Morgan remembered him from the arena. Arsis gazed at the monitors and was shocked to find not one sign of taint. He turns to Eoral and said in a strange tone "I think we need a better idea of what this one's been through."
Morgan was not wearing armour instead she wore clothing that represented that of medieval times to John and Wynter but to probably everyone else it was just rags stitched together with hand made string. Her opponent on the other hand was wearing a basic covering that covered from his waist to his knees. The weapons were chosen based on the choices of the challengers; the weapons were maces, swords, and bare-fists. The man that stood before Morgan grimaced obviously not pleased with who he has to fight. Morgan wasn't fazed by mans size she was more worried about handling the weapons for she wasn't use to actual metallic weaponry.
"This and the next up coming battles will decide the fate of S.M.P Morgan. Now rules are battle will end; blood from torso, death, forfeit or unable to battle any further. Fighters choose your weapons." A guardsman pushes a cart between Morgan and her opponent. The large man grabs a mace and swings it slightly testing it with a hidden smirk; John could tell that the man was trying to scare Morgan trying to see if she was a coward. John shook his at this gesture; apparently some humans haven't evolved 'completely'. Wynter chuckles, John looks down at her confused, she merely looks up and says, "It's funny how you feel that some humans naturally can't evolve into mature warriors." John smiles at her but it quickly faded "Begin!"
The man rushed at Morgan with his mace raised and a loud battle cry following him. Morgan bared no weapon she felt that she should save the weapons sense they each can only be used once. The man brought down his mace with a strong arch to the ground. With ease Morgan evades the attack and grabs the handle of the mace making the man flinch in surprise, she then lets herself be pulled upwards as he brought the mace up, and tossed Morgan into the air. He again brings up the mace trying to knock her to the ground but just when it was thought she would be hit Morgan stiffens her arms out catching the mace; John and Wynter held their breaths for what she was going to do. Blood shot into the air as one of the spikes from the mace stabs through her hand but she shows nothing of it. She merely flips herself over the mace and feet first slams into the mans' forehead making him lose his balance and fall back. Morgan quickly took advantage of this and this time grabs the mans' arm forcing him hit himself in the torso with the mace; resulting with several non-severe stab wounds. "Blood from the torso Morgan wins!"
The entire arena was silent everyone was shocked by what had happened, Morgan smiled at the silence and just from curiosity looks where a black armored giant with a skull helmet sat. She began to wonder who he was and his rank, she assumed that he was of a high rank sense he pretty much sat on a throne compared to everyone else. She gives her now defeated opponent a smile and holds her hand out to him. "What's your name?" she asks him as he grabs her hand. "Marcus Vanine." He stood to at least the same size as Caern if not maybe a slight smaller. From what she was aware of Marcus was obviously bigheaded but Morgan could tell that he was a good man that was good enough to be called a warrior. Morgan watched as Marcus walked away to get his wounds mended and just he left another entered the arena. The man wasn't of the Ultramarines from what she knew so far is that they were never like this man.
The second challenger wasn't of the Ultramarines instead he was of the Black Templars. The only thing Morgan was informed about the challengers was that two of them were part of different chapters what the chapters were she wasn't told. The man didn't grab a weapon and Morgan knew she had no choice so she grabbed a small mace, which surprised her that they even had one that small. Once when the battle began Morgan felt something that through her off guard allowing her opponent to pile-drive her to the ground. He then lifted her with one hand into the air and held her there for a few moments. "Of course you only won because you were more familiar with Ultramarines." He then lowers her to eye level and whispers "Your just a dying race that was never meant to exist." Before slamming her to the ground hard enough to make it obvious that he won. He looks down at Morgan who lay motionless and assuming that she was dead walks toured the exit. "Your right you know.." He comes immediately to a stop and turned to see Morgan slowly getting to her feet blood dripping down her face. "I wasn't meant to ever exist... But I'm here and I’m going to find out why even if it kills me."
Morgan was now at her final battle she could smell and feel tension fill the atmosphere around her. She waits patiently for her final opponent to come; knowing that this could be her last, she looks at her friends and gives them a smile before turning away to face her fate. The man wasn’t as large as the last one but still he was a giant to her. He grabs his sword from the weaponry cart “Sorry if I may but I would like to know your name before we begin.” His tone kind but Morgan could also hear experience in his voice as well as see it. He had three large scars going across face, his hair was white, and his eyes were somewhat reddish in color Morgan recognized these characteristics as that of an albino. “Morgan is me name.” she said reaching for her sword which was half the size of his. He looks at her as the cart is pulled away. “If there’s a next time may we fight again as allies instead of enemies.”
John was gripping the rail as he watches Morgan holding off the Death Spectres as best as she could. John saw how each blow the marine gave made Morgan almost lose her balance or even stumble back but it calms him to see Morgan quickly regain herself and hold off another blow. The battle seemed as if to go for hours for the fighters but in real life only three minutes had passed. The man gives a heavy blow down on to Morgans' sword breaking the blade from its handle. Morgan quickly jumps back, looks at the handle and tosses it aside knowing it was of no more use. Just as the man charged at her, she charged him, with swift movement she grabs the blade of the broken sword from the ground and at the same time they swing their weapons for one last time; finally ending the ordeal. As the battle finally came to an end a shadow makes its way through the corridors unseen and unheard.
At the arena everyone who cared about the battle held their breath as the fighters now had their backs facing each other holding their swords in the air. Wynter turns away not wanting to see anymore of her friends' blood spill when she noticed blood dripping from the end of the Death Spectres's blade. John on the other hand doesn't look away; he wanted to see what the out come is in this moment of truth. Only a moment or two passed before Morgan and the Death Spectres collapse with blood gushing from them. "How rude of me..." the marine said low enough for Morgan alone to hear. "I asked for your name but never did I bother to tell you mine." Morgan manages to get on her knees and turn to him. "Grieffan is my name and I proudly accept my loss to a fellow Imperial."
Morgan was now floating in darkness deep within her thoughts; she had blacked out after leaving the arena and was now probably being examined or something. But this didn't frighten her at all to her this was just a time of being alone even though she knew she actually wasn't. 'Hmm... This place always makes those who come here go mad but it seems to never work on me, instead it seems to relax me. Why is that?' She thought to herself. 'That's because you’re the one with the "Will of Flame" my dear child.' Came a voice from behind her, Morgan calmly turns to see who it was and there standing before her was a man who looked as if radiating with light but she knew it was merely the multicolored light reflecting off his armour; apparently he was a Ultramarine. But what was an Ultramarine doing here? 'Will of Flame?' She asked with her thoughts not wanting to take any chances. 'Yes you and your friends are the three archangels sent to aid what remains of humanity in its' time of need. Your of willpower, your friends are of strength and knowledge.' She merely stared at him for a moment or two then says, 'I remember your voice your the one who guided me out of the chaos society. You never told me your name.' The man smiled and gave a low chuckle, 'You will find out soon enough my dear child.' Morgan then noticed some familiar characteristics the man had; his face structure was somewhat like Johns', his face was also intelligent looking like Wynters' and his eyes were as well familiar but Morgan couldn't really tell because she hasn't looked into a mirror in forever. Suddenly a bright light engulfed them both and just before he faded completely from her view he said, “We'll meet again at another time and by then you'll know who I am."
John and Wynter were waiting by the door to the infirmary where Morgan was being operated on. "Morgans' breathing and heart rate are returning to normal." Wynter says; her mind-reading abilities have improved drastically sense she's been under the teachings of Eoral and maybe others but John didn't pay much attention to whom exactly. He looks down at her "About time want to.." He was then interrupted by a booming voice named Gerak. "She finally awake yet? My patience is running thin." Gerak says approaching them with Maul, Tallok, and Eoral close behind him. "Shut up Gerak they just got her stabilized so she's probably beyond just tired." John says in a rude tone. Right then a medicae came out and gestured that it was okay for them to come in.
When they enter the room Morgan is already sitting up and frustrating the medicae that was wrapping her left arm. "Please hold still I don't want to risk anymore harm." Medicae says trying not to break her arm any further but then waves another medicae to help him instead. John steps in and gestures to where he wraps her arm instead "We'll handle it from here guys. Go take care of the Death Spectres." He says carefully wrapping Morgan’s arm. They nod and apparently were relieved to leave. Morgan smiles at it but then shudders as John tightens the wrappings. "You need to behave yourself now." He says releasing her arm. Wynter walks up to Morgan, glares at her for a moment, and says, "It's nice to see your alive Morgan." Morgan smiles at her and for the first time in centuries Morgan began to feel at peace once again when John and Wynter wrapped her in a group hug. But it tour her apart on the inside knowing that peace like this practically no longer existed; from what she's seen it was enough to know why.
They then release her as soon as the others come in. "Interesting your already sitting up." Gerak says with a raised eyebrow. Morgan looks up at him "Why so surprised?" Maul shakes his head and takes a seat next to Morgan. "Gerak just don't she's alive, that's all we need to know." Maul says. Gerak with his scarred face smiles at him. "Yes your right but from what I’ve seen you were praying for her life more then almost anything else." There was then an awkward silence everyone was looking at them until Morgan spoke-up "It's nice of you guys to come." She puts her hand on Mauls' shoulder and thanks him while Eoral glares at Gerak for his behavior. About then Morgan’s eyes started to get heavy and slowly she lays down. John grabs and pulls the sheets over her; the bed seems to make her look almost ridiculously small. "She needs her rest but Maul sense you’re her guardian you can stand guard while she sleeps." John says walking over to the door. "We still don't know who the traitor is that gave us away, so he'll probably expect Morgan to know, and well you get the idea." Maul nods and remains seated as everyone left but Tallok stops for a moment and says "Your doing well brother just don't get too attached otherwise you'll start having more troubles when their days come."
As hours passed Talloks’ words echoed deep within Mauls’ thoughts; he couldn’t understand what Tallok meant. He quickly went back to focus when the alarms on the health monitors suddenly go off. Immediately he checks and his eyes widen to find that Morgan was nowhere to be seen. Frantically he rushes out of room and looks down several corridors. Maul stops for a moment as dull moans reached his ears. He then turns to the corridor where the sounds came and followed them. As he walked he began to notice blood droplets sparkle in the lighting this made his pulse quicken as well as his pace. He followed the blood trail his pulse racing as he suspected the worst. He peeked around a corner and lets his eyes rest on a small figure with blood dripping from her wounds. Maul gives a low sigh of relief as Morgan turns and gives him a weary grin. "What are you doing here?" Maul asks while approaching her. Morgan turns away and looks back at the visible stars through a viewpoint. "I wanted to see the stars." her voice was almost to a mumble but was still understandable. She then turns to look at him, he could now see what appeared to be pain in her eyes, "Please don't take me back to the infirmaries... I'm scared of them..." It startled him for a moment but then it accord to him that compared to the other two Morgan has received so far treatment straight from hell. He sighed at this and tried to change the subject. "Your wounds have reopened.. Here, I think I have something to stop the bleeding."
Maul awoke from the sound of a familiar booming voice. "Aww how cute." Gerak chuckled. Maul glared at him for a moment and shifted his gaze to where Morgan was sleeping. Maul felt his face turn pinkish when he saw Geraks’ smirk. Morgan was huddled against Mauls’ side, Gerak chuckles again. “I thought Tallok said not to get attached.” He glances at Morgan. “Enjoying this conversation are we?” Morgan opens her eyes and laughs. “How did you know I was awake?” Gerak smiles “It’s not that hard.” Maul watched and smiled at them pleased that nothing has gone wrong then something accord to him. Morgan yelped when Maul picked her up unexpectedly.
John and Wynter were eating with the others in the mess hall. “Aye look who’s here.” Everyone at the table turned to Morgan sitting on Mauls’ shoulders with Gerak close behind. “How does it feel to part of the living again?” John asks taking a sip from his drink. Morgan giggles and crosses her arms on Mauls’ head. This made Mauls’ face flush and Gerak chuckled before he took a seat next to Caern. “It feels quite nice.”
At the table Morgan was starring at the bowl of soup that Uman had placed in front of her. John looks at her and asks, “What’s wrong Morgan?” “Umm… I never had anything like this before.” She answered. “Oh come now Morgan it’s soup.” Wynter says almost unnoticeable smirking at the thoughts she was picking up from the others. Caern looks at them with a raised brow at Wynter before returning to his meal. Maul sighed and said “Just eat it’ll help you heal.” Morgan shrugs at this and begins eating like some animal getting soup everywhere. Everyone at the table either moved back or covered themselves aside from them all yelling in unison. “MORGAN!!!”
During this a meeting in the Chaplains quarters was in progress. “How many chapters is it again that know of these SMPs?” A servitor looks up at him and responds, “Precisely four that’s including the Ultramarines and the inquisition has just been informed of their presents.” Its robotic voice was scratchy but was clear enough to an understandable point. The Chaplain sighed at this and began to think that informing about the children was a bad idea. “Which chapters?” He asked looking over to a skull probe he didn’t realize was there until that moment. “The Ultramarines, Black Templars, Death Spectres, and we believe the Dark Angels are also informed but the possibility of more learning of them increases.” The Chaplain sighed at this and thought back at how the smallest SMP looked at him that brought up a question he could not help but say aloud. “What was that girl thinking when she looked at me the way she did?” As soon as he finished a Librarian came in and said “The young one was only carious brother Arsis.” Arsis looked at him as he spoke “She was wondering about your rank and other statistics because to her you sat on a throne compared to others.” When the Librarian finished Arsis got a sudden thought for the child. “Erik?” Erik smiled and said, “Yes I’m the one training the one named Wynter with her abilities and your plan just might work.” Arsis smiled and growled, “Yes I think I’ll take hold of Morgans’ training when she is stronger. But for now she and her friends are to go to the inquisition for it might be the best. Oh, one more thing-“ Erik smiled, “No matter how many times you tell me not to I’m still going to finish for you when you speak.”
Back at the mess hall John and Wynter were cleaning the soup off themselves. John looked over to Morgan who was mopping the mess under Mauls’ watch. “How’s getting in trouble?” John yells jokingly from a distance. Morgan growls at him but quickly stops when she notices Mauls’ glare. “Leave Morgan alone she has to finish cleaning the entire mess hall before she is allowed to leave.” Maul said and they smiled at him as they left to the training rooms. Hours went by slowly as Morgan worked, she was more then half way done when Maul spoke up, “I have to go take care of some things so you can take break until I get back but you are to stay here.” Morgan merely grinned as Maul left and took a seat against the wall. Slowly she let her eyes close not realizing that a living shadow came to her.
The shadow began to manifest itself over her blocking all light. Morgan moaned from the sudden chill that she the cold black mist brushed over her. The shadow gave a low hiss as its’ possession seemed to have no affect on her. In frustration it decided to kill her instead but just when it opened its’ jaws wide enough to swallow her whole. Morgan quickly puts a cleaning brush in its’ mouth to where it could not close and roundhouse kicks it in the face or whatever it had for a face. “Thank you John and Chuck Norris!” She said to herself with laughter as the demon got up and freed its’ jaws. “Why can’t we possess you?” It growled. Morgan keeps quiet and readies herself as the demon charges her. Morgan jumps right over the demon while bringing her foot down on the back of its’ head. Once when they faced one another again the demon charged at her much faster then before. Morgan had no time to react and was pinned to the ground. Her head began to hurt in a way that could kill a normal person and Morgan blacked out from it but not before seeing the demons’ expression turn to horror as fire appeared on it.
“Morgan? Come on wake up.” It was Eorals’ voice slowly Morgan sat up her eyes still closed. “What happened?” She asks before being pushed back gently by a giant armored hand. “Lay back down. You’re being examined for any taint of chaos from the daemon attack.” He said looking at a man in strangely black armor, which Morgan remembered him from the arena. Arsis gazed at the monitors and was shocked to find not one sign of taint. He turns to Eoral and said in a strange tone "I think we need a better idea of what this one's been through."
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