Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, the plot, the characters, the storyline or the aliens. (Sniff)
I don't usually do Prologues but I felt one was in order…
The yellow armoured Elite came in front of the three Prophets hovering just above the platform they were on. He bowed stiffly and a Prophet lifted his hand for the Elite to get up.
"High ProphetHonour, there are more demons than ever before. They plague the lands, searching for the sacred rings," he told Honour.
The Prophet nodded, his blue and gold robes followed his hand as the Prophet waved it off.
"That is something we are well aware of, general," he replied.
"Then may I ask what the council is to do about it?" the Elite asked.
A red and gold robed Prophet came forward.
"We have already started a counter force, more deadly than the flood or the demons," the Prophet told him.
"That is of pleasant news,Noble ProphetTrust," the Elite told him. "Though I would like to know when this force should be ready."
The two Prophets turned to the other who hovered by the large glass window. He turned around, robed in green and gold.
"Let me show you," he said to the General.
The Prophet hovered away, the General followed. The General was led through a series of corridors, the further on the less people. The General realised that he had not been here before. He thought back and could not remember anything recorded here in the maps.
Then the Prophet stopped and went through a door. The Prophet went in easily, a firm hand, however, stopped the General.
"It's alright, Kalamee. He's with me," the Prophet told the guard, who slowly stepped aside.
Once in the General saw he was in a viewing room. He stared through the protective glass screen, amazed at what he saw. He walked up beside the Prophet keeping his eyes on the sight in front of him.
"By the Gods... HighProphet ofPatience, what…what are they?" he asked.
"General Fulamee, meet the Furies!" Patience told Fulamee, raising his arms.