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.
