Spartan-076

Birth of a Reclaimer

Prologue

Thought to be lost in the fires of Reach.

He floated amongst the enemies feats.

There's a stain on his hand and its red

But gives no attention in his head

He kills for his forgotten life

Still bets against destiny's dice

Too much time to remember the fallen

For in old days was always shipped away

Months he slaved through distant suns gaze

The thought of his siblings death

Was his feelings theft

Void fills his mind

Who were and why?

For his hope is still lost

His life has no cost

Consciousness slips his mind

Full of fear; ever clear

Sore and sick

Times goes by with a tick

Answers he needs

But ghostly figures do no deeds

Goes into coma, one more time

Angry, determined

Stands up with grace

And meets a forgotten race

Horror plays over his mind

Fear clings to his spine

But the forerunner stands firm

I'll tell you stories of a better time

In a place we once knew

It says

The Spartan knew he was no fool

Death, flood, reclaimers, betrayal, halo

Failure, a familiar name

We need Reclaimers for the war

He's nervous

But on the surface he looks calm and steady

James answers:

I am yours.

He was a Spartan

Trained to fight

Taught to kill

But the Path of the Reclaimer was at his feet.

Earth is what's worth fighting for

Success is his only option

A Reclaimer was born.