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Wanderlust

Prologue

Farseer Odonata sat cross legged on a rock, the barren landscape of a young world stretched before her. The only life being the primitive, single celled organisms that swam carelessly through the primordial ooze. The land around her was bathed in the ruddy glow of the sun, it's light turned red by the worlds toxic atmosphere. The only reason she was not dead was the filters in her armour.

Looking down she cast the runes again. And for what felt like the hundredth time they again read death, and nothing but death. She and everyone who joined her were going to die. With a heavy sigh she stood up, her legs aching. She had come to this world to track down her sister, who had been possessed by a powerful daemon of Slaanesh. Odonata had promised herself she would track her down and put her out of her misery, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

She turned to look at the five warlocks that usually made up her seer council. Their yellow cloaks resplendent against their blue armour. The symbol of the temple flame proudly showed their affiliation with the craftworld Iyanden She considered them all to be good friends and it hadn't surprised her that when she had asked them to join her on this quest, they had said yes. But she couldn't ask them to go to their deaths because of her.

She addressed them through the vox on her helmet "My friends. I can no longer ask you to follow me in my quest. If you do, you will not come back. If you were to turn around and leave, I would not blame you or feel any shame."

To her amazement. None of them left, nor did they show any sign they would leave. Her heart lifted at the sight. Knowing she would not be alone during the coming battle lifted her spirits.

"Steel yourselves. Even though we go to our deaths. I promise they will not be in vane."

She contemplated the message the runes had given her. She knew she would die. But she did not know she would succeed. The thought weighed heavily on her mind as she looked at the webway gate they had come through.

She walked up to it, warp energy arced between the two curved pillars that marked the sides of the gate. She looked over the runes used to control the raging energies it utilised. With a heavy sigh she activated the runes that locked the gate. Now, no one but her would be able to activate it. Unless they knew the most intimate secrets of webway gates. But she knew only the Harlequins were privy to such knowledge. Now even if she failed to banish the daemon, it would never escape this world.

Almost an hour later the party of six had tracked their quarry to the mouth of a long fissure, evidently caused by a geological upheaval long ago. Odonata could feel her prey as it stalked along the bottom of the cleft. She stepped of the edge of the cliff. the sensation of falling did not last long and she slammed into the floor with a heavy thud. It was joined by five more as the warlocks followed suite.

They all drew their swords and ran. The almost claustrophobic walls of the fissure soon gave way to reveal a wide, steep sided valley. Standing in the middle of which was a tall female figure. It stood naked, the toxic air casing no visible effect. It's purple skin glistened in the red light, a pair of long black horns protruded from her forehead through a shock of black hair.

Odonata didn't slow as she ran towards it her long witchblade began to glow with power. She felt the warlocks send power through their own blades, this in turn filled Odonata with confidence as they approached the daemon host. As they closed the gap the thing turned to them, the first warlock closed in and lifted his sword to strike. He brought it down in a glittering arc towards her neck.

But he hit nothing as she stepped to the side. With daemonic speed it grabbed his head a gave a sharp twist, the armour shattered under the brutal attack and he died instantly.

Odonata and the warlocks came to a sudden stop as they looked on in horror. Even with daemonic enhancements no Eldar would be able to perform such a feat.

It spoke to her with a voice like boiling pitch "Sister, why do you attack me?"

"You are no sister of mine beast." She spat back.

Odonata jumped forward bringing her blade round in a wide swing. The daemon jumped to the side out of the arc, but straight into range of a waiting warlock who plunged his blade into it's side. It screamed with pain and send it's arm out in a wild swing. The back of its hand just managed to catch the warlock in the head, his mask shattered under the brutal attack and soon he was chocking has last breaths in the poisonous atmosphere.

Odonata and the remaining warlocks were not downhearted by this. They knew they would all die, they also knew they would succeed in their mission to destroy the beast.

Buy Odonata realised swordplay was not going to win her the battle. Summoning her inner strength she flung a blot of pure energy at it. It hit the beast square in the chest sending it flying back. Before it had eve hit the floor Odonata and the remaining three warlocks ran forward brandishing their swords. But the daemon jumped up and with a sickening noise it pulled the witchblade from it's side and threw it at Odonata. She jumped to the side but the sword still struck her in the shoulder, sending her to the floor screaming in pain. She looked up, and even with her vision blurred with pain and blood loss she could still see the last three warlocks fight but ultimately die in the same brutal manner as their comrades.

The thing walked up to her and looked down with scorn. It leant down and wrenched the blade free from Odonata's shoulder, she screamed in pain as the sword was brutally removed. She felt her blood flow freely, coating the ground in red.

It lifted her up by her collar until their eyes were level "Now you die." It hissed "I will send your soul to Slaanesh."

"Never!" She screamed.

Odonata summoned the last of her waning strength to grab the sides of the beasts head. And with a desperate shout she sent all her power through her into the monster. It screamed a hellish noise as its head was simply melted under the psychic assault. It dropped Odonata as it continued to scream through a mouth that was no longer there. It's skin began to crackle and burn as it slowly lost it's grip on reality, literally.

It looked directly at her and spoke through her mind "You may have one this fight Eldar." Its skin began to glow with barely controlled energy.

"But this world will be your grave." It told her.

With a blinding flash that sent Odonata flying into the nearest rock face, the daemon exploded. Ripples of pure energy rolled through the canyon, blasting the rocks into dust. Odonata heard a sound like splintering wood as she saw the cliffs that edged the canyon fall inwards. She knew she would die, her body buried under tons of rock.

Her last thoughts were a simple prayer that her soul stone would be found, one day.

5000 Years Later

In the long years since her final conflict, Odonata's body had rotted away to dust, her armour had been ground to dust by the rocks around her. The only objects to survive the oppressive march of time were her witchblade, constructed from crystal grown by the bonesingers on her craftworld. But infinitely more important was her spirit stone. It had survived although the gold necklace it had been mounted in was smashed beyond recognition. The same was true of the five warlocks who had joined her.

But none of them were truly dead, their spirit stones had survived and so had they. The only sense they had was feeling the souls around them, and for five thousand years that had only been each other. So when Odonata felt three human souls approach she wasn't sure if she was terrified or relieved.

Harry, Pete and Ross had worked for Brokkr mining subsidiaries for almost eighteen years, but this was the first time they had been tasked with building a nuclear bunker. Brokkr had been contracted by Blue Sun to dig it out, and they had been told they were to close to a civilian centre to use explosives or even the heavy machinery they would normally use. So this had meant ten days of using hammers, pickaxes and other primitive and tiring to use equipment.

Pete had drawn the short straw today and as such it was his job to break up the wall in front of them. He held the rock breaker at chest level and trust it at the rock face. The hollow spike attacked to the device pierced the rock and deposited a small explosive. A few moments later it detonated with a small popping noise, sending hundreds chips of rock harmlessly to the floor. Pete picked up his shovel with a sigh and went about scooping the rock into the waiting wheel barrow that was being monitored by Harry.

Just as he was about to dump another shovel full of material into the barrow something caught his eye. He reached out and plucked it off of the floor. It was a gem. Large, round, purple and utterly beautiful.

"Watcha got there?" Asked Harry.

"Don't know." Answered Pete dreamily. He was utterly entranced by its beauty.

"Pete!" Shouted Harry, the concern for his friend evident in his voice.

"What?"

"You turn into a zombie or what?"

"Nah. It's just, look at this." Pete passed the gem to Harry. He held it up to the light from Pete's torch and his mouth fell open.

"How much do you think it's worth?" Asked Harry.

"I don't know. A lot." Pete took the gem back, handling it gently. Then an idea struck him, seemingly from nowhere.

"But I got a feeling there are more down here."

Almost five hours later Harry, Pete and Ross were looking down at five gems and six crystal swords. All of them were just as beautiful as the first gem they had found, which was now sitting in Pete's pocket. They had decided that selling one gem would make them all rich, so having two each was making them sick with happiness. Each of them had a grin like a child at Christmas.

But that euphoria was soon punctured by Harry's radio, from which emanated the voice of their foreman. A particularly annoying man named Philips. He spoke through the radio, his voice distorted by the weak signal.

"Boys. You were suppose to come out of there near half an hour ago. Do I need to send a rescue party or what?"

Harry grabbed the radio roughly, his annoyance clear for all to see "No Philips. We were just finishing up."

"Oh and by the way guys." Continued Philips "That bitch with the clipboard is up here. And she's got guys inspecting your gravel. She says she wants to see your gear as well." The radio clicked to signify the end of the conversation.

All three men swore very loudly. And they began the long walk back to the entrance to the tunnel. Along the way they spit balled ideas about how to get it passed the ''Bitch with the clipboard''. She was a bureaucrat from Blue Sun and she lived up to her nickname. Every so often she and a few men in white coats would descend and begin the process of annoying the crap out of all the men on site.

The three of them emerged blinking into the harsh light of midday. It took a few moments before their eyes adapted to the light. And much to their annoyance the bitch with the clipboard was walking up to them with a smile on her face, she had clearly seen the swords that were poking out the top of Franks wheelbarrow. She was tall, with long blonde hair and good looking enough to be a model. She was as usual wearing a suite that seemed to have been made to make her look good. And the worst part was, she knew how good she looked and used it as a weapon against the workers she had to deal with.

She spoke to them in a sexy yet very patronising voice "Well boys. I see you've found something very interesting."

Half an hour later they were each leaving the dig site with a check for a very large amount of money and the knowledge they would never have to work down that horrible sudo mineshaft again. But in Pete's pocket there sat a large purple gem, that he had simply "Forgotten" to mention.

But across the gulf of space, outside the very edge of the 'verse. An ageing Eldar heard the sound he had been hoping to hear for over five thousand years.

He activated the rune for the internal communication system and spoke to the captain of the ship he was on.

"Shar-seer. The time has come. Please call my daughter and bring us closer to the system. It is time to retrieve my mothers spirit stone."