Heresy's End
Book 1: The Guards man.
It is the 30th millennium, the Horus Heresy is at its end, and the galaxy is in shambles.
This isn't a story of great heroes or titans among men; no this is a story of the people who were never truly seen amidst the ranks of the Imperial Guardsmen, Adeptus Astartes, and the Primarchs.
Go forth warrior's of the galaxy, reclaim what was lost during the days burning and the years of war, go forth and know no fear.
Prelude: Hell On Terra.
I stood in formation with my fellow guardsmen in defense of Terra that fateful day when the Heretic's fleet arrived and apocalypse rained down.
It was a beautiful day on the third day of Secundus but that all changed when the bombardment began, my brothers and I in arms rushed to our posts as cracks and fissures opened in Holy Terra's soil, lava boiled up in the crevices and Terra was torn asunder.
I know... sounds bad... oh? You want to know my name, well I'm Lt. Maximilian Lysander but most people call me Max, any way...
When we reached the walls of the palace we were joined by forces of the Adeptus Astartes, and as we looked upon the approaching forces of Chaos we could see our brothers fighting and dying in the thousands to guard the people of Terra, as Titans which were walkers as large as skyscrapers strode the earth laying waste to forces, friend and foe alike, Astartes of the White Scars legion lead hit and run attacks on the traitor legions as the Blood Angels... lost it... with a mighty roar the scions of Sanguinius charged into the fray with fury unmatched as they slaughtered droves of the enemy as if overcome by a wave of suicidal valor, and that's when we felt it... a massive psycic pulse... that only the death of a powerful psyker can produce... and the next moment all the daemons of Chaos were cast back into the warp... Horus... the warmaster had fallen.