Hello again. I still do not own anything. I'm about to explore a subject that some of you might be slightly mad at me for trying to portray, but I'll try my best. please hold all negative comments until the end, when I have the chance to explain myself.
A Guardian. A Guardian on the moon. His moon. Asdon didn't care if the odds were stacked against him. He hated these retched Humans, killing his Fallen allies left and right, for no other reason than them being in their way. Asdon slid his knife back into his sheathe, then unslung his wire rifle from his back. He steadied his rifle against the side of the broken shuttle, holding it down with three of his hands, taking aim at the Guardian's head. He slowly pulled the trigger back... but then the world exploded in a flare of bright white light.
Asdon flew back, feeling as though he was falling in slow motion, until he realized that he was actually falling in slow motion, and a glowing figure was standing before him, illuminated further by a radiance from behind, as if the whole of the sun stood with him. Nothing compared to this feeling of motionlessness; like he was being dragged through some thick liquid, but no pressure squeezed his chest; like he was falling from a great distance, but no sensation compressed his stomachs. Asdon couldn't make out the figure's exact features, but he could see the mysterious figure's mouth moving rapidly, whispering words too indistinct to make out. Whoever the figure was, it definitely wasn't Fallen. That ruled out being dead then.
Whatever this figure was, it radiated pure energy, as if what Asdon was only seeing a fraction of this being's form, the whole of which would utterly destroy the insignificant Fallen before him. Suddenly the glowing being spoke up, saying, "Asdon Bar'Olmee, member of the Fallen House of Exile, I have just saved you from a grievous fate, a death by the hands of one of my chosen. You-"
Asdon tried to speak, but his slowed mouth couldn't form the words fast enough, so he just thought what he wanted to say, and suddenly he heard his own deep voice, echoing around outside his head, even though he had said none of it aloud. "What do you mean 'your chosen?' Who are you?"
Asdon still couldn't make out the figure's face, but he could still sense irritation from the mysterious person. "Yes, my chosen. The ones I have chosen are special, powerful men, women, or machines capable of protecting the race I have chosen to save from its otherwise horrible fate."
Understanding began to dawn on Asdon. "You don't mean-"
"Yes, I am the One. I have traveled far to find the Humans, and realizing that finally, there was somebody I could save."
"What do you mean?"
The radiant figure's thoughts hesitated, but only for a moment. "That is a tale of another time. I have given you a blessing. You shall not die by the hands of my Guardians, but this comes at a price. Humanity is hounded tirelessly from all sides, attacked again and again by your race, amongst others, and I have discovered that they will eventually lose this fight. My chosen are simply too few in number, and those that are willing to fight are often die foolishly, fighting the endless strands of the Darkness. This price, the only chance for you to survive, is to join my chosen."
Asdon's eyes narrowed, "Are you suggesting that I leave my own race and Join these... Monsters as they slaughter my own?!"
The figure shook its head. "I have chosen because you are different. You were exiled here for your inability to kill a defenseless hostage, a Human that had done nothing to you. Many of your kind do not show the same mercy. It is almost… Human. I need not remind you that your race is responsible for this war. Now, I have decided to end it."
"I don't care. What you are saying is that I should forsake my own race, my own family, merely to help Humans fight their lost cause."
"I was hoping that you would see this differently. You are an enigma, Asdon Bar'Olmee, one of your race that is not just a mindless killing machine, that will not kill randomly to satisfy his bloodlust, like some in cold-blooded animal."
Asdon wanted to deny what this person was saying, what the Traveler was saying, about his race, but at that moment something unlocked deep inside of him. Asdon had always known what this figure, the Traveler himself, was saying to him, but these thoughts were always buried deep inside, determined never to see the light of day. Instead, they had seen the light of the Traveler. What had his own people ever done for him? Treat him like fodder to be wasted on the front lines, killed by any number of more powerful enemies? Exiled to this forsaken moon for actually showing a measure of mercy; spit on even by the members of the House of Exile for that same display of mercy? Asdon had always felt that someday, his calling would come. Now, it was his time to seize it. Grudgingly, he responded, "I will do it."
A feeling of intense happiness radiated from the Traveler. "Thank you." Then, Asdon felt the Traveler's focus wonder, as if he were staring off into the horizon. "Finally, our chance has come. Finally, you will know your Destiny. A darkness is coming, my chosen. A darkness that Humanity has but only tasted a drop of yet. It is a Great Darkness, one of epic proportions. But you can stop this. Only you can stop this."
The figure started to glow sharply, eventually glaring so bright that Asdon's eyes started to hurt, even through the filters of his helmet. A burning sensation started in Asdon's gut, building up until a raging fire of energy coursed through his veins. The light gave off one blinding burst before normal time resumed and he fell back to the moon's surface, dazed.
Well, that's it then. I want to know your thoughts on my Traveler idea, but please try for positive comments. I will print out all negative comments and burn them to provide heat in the winter. Do not write a negative comment just because I wrote that. Or that. Or that. Or that... This could go on for a while, so just skip to the next chapter...