You creep into the halls where there is a faint glow. Strange light attacks your senses as you become aware of the thousands of books that stand upon the shelves. Your mind tries to understand what is up and down as you see stairs that maze up and down from above you. The place is shifting and you cannot seem to understand what is above so you focus on what is in front of you. In front of you there are thousands of parchments lying open on the floor. Strangely it seems that the bookshelves stretch for miles.
"Ah there you are young traveler," You turn to see a large figure in Cerulean power armor. He is robed and regal. There is an air of friendliness about him even though his face is hidden behind an ornate helmet with strangely decorated colorful horns. You presume that it is a horn and then you are left pondering whether or not the horns are some sort of ornate crown. Glittering robes flow around him and he is trimmed in gold. You ponder if he is an Ultramarine, but the design is so alien from what you have seen.
"Come with me, young traveler. You have been gone for a long time. Much has changed and it has been a while since I have spoken to someone from your time," said the Space Marine. You don't know how or why, but somehow you can sense that he is smiling at you from behind his mask. You decide to follow the Space Marine. And you feel that he will not harm you, "Tell me young traveler, what planet did you come from?"
"I was born on MacCragge sir," you answer him.
"Ah yes, one of Guilliman's worlds. You had it better than most from your time," sighed the Space Marine. You get the feeling that this being whoever he maybe is quite lonely and hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time. The two of you final come to a room with a lit candle sitting upon a table piled with books. There are chairs around the table and the space marine offers you a chair. You take a seat and then he take a chair for himself. You are incredibly surprised that the wooden chair doesn't break beneath the weight of the power armor. You are even more surprised that the chair didn't even creak as he sat down.
"Now young traveler, I ask you what year is it?" he asks with a chortle in his throat.
"Isn't it the 42nd Millenium?" you ask.
"I am afraid not. It is the 60th Millenium. My name is Azhek Ahriman and much has changed. The tale I will tell you very long and fortunately this library is outside the confines of normal space and time. Much has changed. Yet despite everything much has returned to its later sorrow. The universe has changed. You are not an inquisitor or even a guardsman, so I doubt you will even understand. However I am in a talkative mood so I guess you will do.'
"Our story begins with the Goddess Isha and the Primarch Mortarion…"