Heretic or Hero?

--none of the characters or places in my story that are mentioned in the Halo story belong to me, save for the ones I have created myself--

This story revolves around an Elite Honor Guard that was ignored by all others. Protecting the Prophet of Regret was the only job he knew, that is until his master's incident with the Master Chief. The last thing he expected was to go from guarding a demon in a chair, to becoming the hero he never imagined possible.

These two chapters are kind of an introduction. Don't worry. There is plenty of action to come.

-- --Prolouge--

I Regret Nothing

I admit to myself now that I was a coward, afraid to face the greatest warrior alive. My mind was seemingly frozen. All I did in that tower was watch as the noble Prophet of Regret was being massacred by the Demon. What could I do? Stand and fight as all others of my kind had tried,

and failed?

No. Any attempt to stop the Demon would ruin everything. Things were hard enough as it was for myself. Dying was out of the question. My intent was no longer to protect Regret, but to flee, to save my own life from a painful death.

"Scared, Demon? Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I will wipe you and your cursed race from existence?" Bellowed the Prophet, a blinding smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, there was a loud crunch, followed by an irritating groan from Regret. The Demon had landed his fist upon the holy Prophet's face! I saw him wince in pain, surprised by the Demon's quick assault.

"Guards!" he croacked, "Kill the Demon!"

As he said this, two Honor Guards, who shared the same image as me, red armored with gold attachments on their heads and arms, hurdled over dead bodies, swinging their swords at their Prophet's assassin.

Both were viciously slaughtered by the Demon, shot to death with a powerful human weapon. They bled uncontrollably on the surface.

I couldn't watch anymore

I crept out from behind the pillar I had been hiding behind, very slowly, so as not to draw attention to myself. Screams from dying Elites could be heard throughout the giant room. Grunts ran around in fear of being slaughtered, Regret and the Demon were furiously fighting it out down bellow, while I watched. Watched my religion crumble. All my options seemed risky, hanging onto a thin thread. What was I to do?

I ran.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, across the room, ignoring other Honor Guards who sprinted past me, giving me a suspicious look. I ventured past the Prophet and Demon, and up the stairs to the exit.

"Coward! Coward!" bellowed a grunt, bleeding all over. I saw the sadness in his face, that look that said 'I'm going to die. It's over'

I shoved my lesser aside, not even thinking about his emotions, or anyone elses, for that matter.

I continued running for only a moment until I felt something I hadn't felt for a long time. Something that really got my attention. Something that made me stop and breath.

I felt the Holy Prophet of Regret's eyes on my back. I could feel his helpless glare as the Demon delivered his final fatal blows. It was like the second he gazed upon my red and gold armor, leaving him in his time of need, he knew that all was lost. I couldn't gather up enough strength to look my master in the eyes.

They never respected me. I won't respect them.

"Fool," I muttered under my breath. I cast aside my gold attachments and left the room, with Regrets last scream echoing behind me.