I've been inspired recently to write this fic. So, read this little prelude and if you like it I'll continue.

Prologue

My eyes opened to reveal the ceiling, which I have woken up to for the past four years. I moved over to see the alarm clock, 04:00. I'd been deprived of sleep lately, probably because I'd been thinking too much. I was a Marine, a good one at that, but that was a long time ago, when I was young, when I enjoyed the thrills brought in war, brought in fighting others who crave it. I got up to walk over to the bathroom, I'm not gonna get back to sleep anyway so I might as well splash some water in my face. I turned the tap to find it didn't work, so I gave it a whack and it started working. Living in a small house in the middle of the forest isn't normally ideal, but when you want to live a quiet life in a place where no one can bother you, it is. I looked up to see myself in the mirror. The face that greeted me was a man in his mid-forties, a not very thick but thick beard on his face, blue eyes and he had greyish-silver hair that went past his chin. I was bending down to look at myself; my height was about 5ft 6'. I wanted a quiet life after seeing what war can do to you, after seeing what it does to your friends. I came home too to find my own wife had divorced me, so it was a pretty crap life. Then again, what do you expect from a soldier, a marine. Why do I live alone? Well… being alone, makes things less complicated.


I looked up at the ship that was leaving, its cloak already activating. I had been framed, accused of violating the code of secrecy. The code had kept us hidden from underdeveloped species, and I was accused of breaking it, a blooded warrior!

Why must I bearthis shame? Why is it specifically I who have been dishonoured? My eyes drift down to the metal crate set before me; at least someone had the leniency to give me by belongings, my personal possessions and my weapons. I opened it to reveal a large array of weapons and armour – and the amulet atop it

all. My hand reached out to grasp it tightly, as if of its own will. My love…


What am I? Floating, flying, falling… Don't remember anything. Nothing! Nothing in my head! Everything's blank. Don't remember anything. Everything's gone. Can't see, can't smell, nothing around me. Nothing to do or to look back on, nothing to think for nothing is within my head. Wait, I feel something. Something, pulling. Some unseen force pulling yet nothing physically touching me. I'm going faster. Faster! The pull! The burning! The heat! It's so much I can't stop the screech escaping my mouth…

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