Author's Note
This chapters serves and introductory purpose, explaining the situation before the true adventure begins. Some things may be altered for the purposes of the story, such as events, characters and whatnot. This chapter may be short but nonetheless I hope it will attract some readers. Criticism is encouraged, as well as reviews. Let me know what do you think about it.
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Chapter 1: One More
Before the Fall, before the Eldar were forced into self-imposed exile, before all the horrors that the birth of She Who Thirsts brought forth, the Eldar where the dominant race in the galaxy. As many Imperial scholars know, it was the decadence and the depravity of the Eldar race that signed its own demise. This wasn't true for all Eldar, however, as even then a few of their kin separated themselves from their lustful brethren and sailed to the stars in gigantic spaceships known as Craftworlds. Only the Eldar in these Craftworlds and only the Eldar in the many Maiden Worlds previously colonized were spared from the slaughter that Slaneesh's birth brought to their core worlds. It was such a cataclysmic event that today the region of space in which She had her banquet is known the Eye of Terror, a Rift in Real Space where the laws of physics have no holds on, a realm where only chaos may call home.
Truly, it was a devastating event for the entire Eldar race, as almost all of their Gods were eaten by Slaneesh. They fought valiantly, but could not cope with the new born Chaos God's power, a power directly influenced by the depravity and debauchery of a now dying race. A few of the survived, Isha, mother of all Eldar, captured by She who Thirsts and then recaptured by Nurgle, father of all diseases, but nonetheless alive. Cegorach, the laughing God, and the war god Kaela Mensha Kaine survived as well, but for Kaine it was an event from which he would never recover. The ravages that Slaneesh inflicted on his body where more than what he could sustain, and his body was broken in a thousand pieces.
But one more survived. Another God, hidden from the rest of her kin for as long as she could remember, laid sleeping, silently, in a distant Maiden World. In the days she was awake all the Eldar would hail her name, for they knew that it was her greatest gift which had greatly influenced the rise of the Eldar Empire, for it was her who had rebuilt and expanded the ancient construct that is the Webway, it was her who had taught their children how to bring forth majestic constructions made of Wraithbone. From her teachings many eldar would be able to follow the Path of the Artisan and become Bonesingers, when she walked among her peers her singing would herald the birth of new construction, or the death of her foes. She was respected amongst her brothers and sisters, the mighty gods of the Eldar race, and venerated as the Grand Architect.
To this day no mortal knows the motive of her sudden disappearance, only the other gods now, but they wouldn't tell, for they swore to her, on their honor, that they would not reveal the reason of her departure.
It's been over ten thousand years, and almost all of the Eldar have forgotten her name, her existence, only a handful few, the Warp Spiders, remember her to this day, mainly because their first Exarch followed the teachings of the Grand Architect closer than anyone else. Even after thousands of years, her legacy still rings true in the hearts of each Warp Spider, so much in some of them that they actively look for any hint, any trace of her current whereabouts. This sad reality is hidden from the rest of their kin, however, for only them can bear the burdens of such an unending quest.
