First things first I Don't Own anything but my own ideas
so dont bother moaning at me!
TheDivided Chapter: 1 Prologue
The Beginning
Originally the Divided were the second legion of Astartes. According to history Horus was the first primarch that the Emperor found, this is in fact wrong. The first primarch found was many years before. The primarch of the second legion, Lucian Rosethorn. This was the first legion to be reunited with their primarch and for many years fought for the Emperor.
However due to a instability in the gene seed of the legion nearly half of the legion including the primarch's second in command Chronus started showing mental instability, this advanced to the point where they believed that those that were trying to cure the instability were trying to murder them. Chronus led the unstable Astartes in an attack on the facility where the cure was being developed destroying everything they could and leaving none alive. At this point the unstable Astartes fell to what would come to be known as chaos but at the time it was simply known as the and his Astartes who would come to be called the tainted fled from the legion when confronted.
The primarch felt such shame at this betrayal threw himself at the feet of the Emperor with tears streaming down his face, begged his father to allow him to hunt down the traitors to regain the honor of his legion and himself. Final after much thought the Emperor agreed and decreed that the second legion would be stricken from history and never mentioned again until the day they destroyed the tainted and returned to reclaim their honor. The primarch the untainted half of his legion and set out to destroy the tainted, this would be the last the Imperium saw of the second legion for millennia.
This was the event that showed the empower the danger of chaos. Soon after the legion left the Emperor found Horus and as such Horus became the first primarch found, at least in recorded history.
The Hunt
When the second primarch left on his great hunt not even the Emperor realized just how long it would take. As the Great Crusade enveloped the galaxy the two sides fought back and forth. The Great Heresy itself came and went and still the privet war went on, down through the ages. Until finally on an unknown barren rock of a planet surrounded by the remains of the last of the two fleets now forever just a field of debris, the last of the two sides in a millennia old war fought to the death.
With less than two hundred on both sides including both the primarch and Chronus the image was a farce of the once great legion. With the forces of the primarch in there armour half the silvered metal of the legion and the other half black to forever show there shame of the betrayal, the tainted mockingly in the same full silvered metal amour of the second legion. The roar of the battle was deathening. The noise of weapons of all makes and kinds merging with the sounds of the dead and dying. The tainted had originally come to this world for a monolith of unknown origin which they now fought around.
Slowly but inevitably both sides dropped one by one until only the primarch and Chronus remained, both with grave wounds. They dueled blade to blade until finally Chronus made a mistake leaving a gap in his defense. Relizing that he would not get another chance the primarch lunged with the last of his strength, thrusting his sword through the front of Chronus with enough power to impale the blade deep into the monolith behind Chronus. With Chronus pined to the monolith dead and the primarch gravely wounded all the primarch could do was lean back and sigh as a millennia old weight lifted from his shoulders and yet he could not help but feel sad as the Imperium would never know how the second legion regained their honor.
Finally collapsing from his wounds he never saw the blood dripping from Chronus, down the blade and onto the monolith. Nor did he see the monolith begin to glow as blue as the sky and with a sound like a crack of lightning and a flash of blue light the monolith, Cronus's body, all the dead back and forth and the primarch himself vanished leaving no trace of the great battle that had just taken place. The only sign was a great debris field around the planet.
The primarch knowing something was different struggled to look around but was unable to understand what he saw. Where only moments before there was a barren dead rock was now the top of cut stone pyramid structure on whose top the monolith now stood, surrounded by dense jungle.
The primarch could hear the pat of small feet and the tap of a cane. As his vision began to fail the last he saw was a small thing that reminded him of a frog with a cane. As he slipped into darkness the last he heard was "rest now, you must….heal in time, you will".
A/N Depending on the feedback i get i may decide to make this into a full story, but i dont know.
All feed back is wanted!
That means REVIEW!