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Forgotten
The rain had stopped. From every tree, you could see water, sliding off the leafs and dripping on the filled with mud ground. A banshee was sitting on a corpse of a foe. Something was flowing off her face as well; but it wasn't water. She was crying. She was holding her helmet in front of her, facing it and she was sketching something on it with a flint, almost like writing. It looked like a house and a fire right in the middle. It was the symbol of her Craftworld, Iyanden. Her tears were falling on her armor, making click sounds that echoed throughout the field. She gathered the strength she had left and slowly but steadily, made her way to the campsite. Unable to run because of her wounded leg, she was limping and walking crookedly, upon the dead bodies of Eldar and Chaos marines. The sight was repulsive. Gutted Eldar, decapitated or even eaten to death. But, she didn't seem to care about it. She caught a glimpse of the field and just kept on moving forward. When she reached the camp site, she had her armor removed so that it would be repaired by the bonesingres and was relieved of her injuries. She removed the clipper from her hair making them fall and spread. As the sunlight that emerged from the clouds, met her wet scarlet hair and the smooth surface of her body it made the gods proud of their accomplishment to have created life so beautiful and perfect that not even they could contend with. She entered the fort like building constructed out of wraithbone and found a place to sit. She heard someone talking at the end of the hall so she went in to interact. She got close enough to overhear from the outside and listened."It's the fifth week on this god forsaken planet. We have lost half of our platoon and our farseer. The Chaos Forces move closer day by day. The Craftworld refuses to support us by sending more troops into battle. Our numbers barely exceed forty. Most men are wounded, unfit for battle. We can't wait here because we will face certain death." and the other voice answered "We can not leave this planet and you know it. The seers were clear. 'Return triumph or do not return at all!'." She was worried to hear that such a decision was taken from the council. As she tried to leave silently she heard some one saying "Is it truly your place to eavesdrop others banshee?" startled by that she turned around with haste to find that the man that was talking was an outcast."Or are you doing this because you have fallen at such a despicable level of self esteem, which not even the enemy would fall at?" she calmed down and answered "I was trying to find out what our next move would be now that we have lost most of our sisters and brothers." The outcast stopped calibrating his sniper rifle. He got up and with an ironic grin on his face asked "Are you trying to become a farseer or something my dear?" she was amazed by the outcast's attitude. "There is no need for this offensive irony. I am simply wandering." The outcast place his sniper on his back walked closer to her and extended his hand towards her "And I am simply bored and having some fun with your reactions. Pardon me if I insulted you in any way for I may get carried away sometimes. My name is Aradron the head stealer." they shook hands "Lilian. Banshee exarch." Aradron's hands were cold. Even though he was wearing gauntlets Lilian noticed it right away. "Lilian? Hah. May I assume that it comes from 'Lilon' that means love?" Lilian snapped out of it and nodded her head. Aradron turned away from her and started walking. But before leaving he replied to her. "As for the future my dear, don't keep your chances so high. No reinforcements shall arrive and no help will be given to us. With one word; You can simply say that we are forgotten." Aradron turned back to walking down the hallway. Lilian kept on looking at him until he was gone. She looked at some wounded banshees across the hall sadly. Tears had started to flow from her eyes once more. She wiped her tears and went out side to get some fresh air. The day was slowly turning into night. Once the sun had completely faded behind the mountains she sat down on the mossiest of all rocks she could find and gazed at the filled with stars sky. "Iyanden will I ever see you again?" She questioned her self out loud "If you allow Aradron to keep you company; you will." Aradron said while standing on the tree above Lilian's head. "What are you doing up there?" Lilian questioned Aradron "That is a very good question. So good, that I posses no answer to it." Lilian smiled. Aradron jumped off the tree and sat next to her. "Finally! You smiled. Seen you so depressed just made my heart shatter." Lilian turned her head not meeting his gaze and sighted. "How can I not be depressed when all these things are happening? I have lost hundreds of friends since I was assigned to this mission. I have lost my sanity and my self esteem. I am broken." Aradron turned around facing her and said "I can not understand how you feel, for I have been alone my entire life, wandering though out the worlds, seeking for adventure. But I can tell you this. By remembering the dead it won't help you or those poor souls. If you want to honor them and yourself then do me a favor." Lilian nodded her head. Aradron looked in the eyes and with a smile on his face he told her. "Stay alive!" and Lilian answered "Alright. I will." They got up. But as they were returning to camp they suddenly heard a Chaos Havoc yelling with anger "MAY SLANNESH FEAST UPON YOUR SOULS!" A spear flew across the air and almost hit Lilian. But at the last moment Aradron prevented it from reaching her by sacrificing him self. Aradron was in Lilian's hands bleeding and nearly lifeless. "Aradron don't die I am here for you." Lilian started crying. Aradron grabbed her hands. His hands were now warm. He looked her and said. "The favor! Don't forget the bloody favor." she placed him on the ground and tried to heal him. He stopped her "Run I am a dead man any way.""I can't." She cried "You must. Go, farseer!" Aradron said in an ironic way and passed away. Lilian left him and started running towards the the havocs cornered her. There was no would most certainly die. But before they got to attack…
Ill resume the story in the next chapter. Hope you Liked it.
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