"My lord, I have awakened from a dream, a strange dream."
Force commander Afrik looked up.
"Please continue brother librarian."
"It could be in the future, battles to come. I saw disturbing visions, please, I pray you, listen to my tale."
I was flying through space, till a small planet caught my attention, Planet Cictron. I felt a pull and suddenly I felt my feet land on the surface. Except I was not in my body. I looked down and my blood turned to ice. I was holding a most foul weapon. A crude long blade.
I saw heretics around me, kneed and chanting.
My heart was blessed with joy and I turned to work on my victim. An imperial guard, his name was Private Jackson. He told me this as I cut him open. Blood, so much blood, I was bathed in it. Finally it happened; the warp appeared before my eyes, foul demons poured out. Then the beast itself emerged, a terrible vision to behold.
The demons went on a rampage, killing everything within their range. I can feel myself running but a sharp talon tore through my body.
An sudden coldness descended upon my mind, however I felt strength instead of weakness, I felt life instead of death. I towered above the field. Lifting my hand i saw my previous host. Impaled.
I gave a mighty roar and stretched out my wings. My arrival was not disturbed however; the blessed grey knights and a squad of space marines appeared, they struck with vengeance. I did not want to hurt them but I have no control over my body. With a mighty swing of my axe I slew one, and then crushed another beneath my foot. More of them surrounded me. Firing their bolters and chanting the emperor's name. But they were too late, for the warp continues to grow, it will swallow the entire planet whole. I laughed as I held the dying captain in my hands, I laughed at his pitiful attempt to stop me. I was laughing at your body, brother Afrik.
Then I was back in my chamber with sweat dripping off my face.
Brother Afrik looked at the librarian.
"This is truth you speak of?" Afrik asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes my lord, it is a message from the emperor himself."
"Then the message is clear Brother, the heretics must be stopped before the warp can be summoned, ready our troops, ready our ships and ready the guardsmen stationed upon Cictron. Make haste brother librarian, your vision must not come into fruition."