Maci Durramee
Location: Vadam State, Sanghelios
Year: 2559
Rank:Unknown
Taking in a long but deep steady breath Maci prepared herself for the newly awaiting day. As the sun rose up and casts it glow across Sanghelios, Maci gazed at the closed silver door that exited the small room she had been accommodated to. Late last night she spoke with The Arbiter, Thel Vadam about a few things as to do with her and her future. However her mind was filled with many thoughts that were both troubling and curious about the new armour she had been given. It wasn't normal for a Sangheili, let alone a female Sangheili, to be given a unique design of armour that had many unique little things, the design was not normal like that of a minors or anything above that, not only that Maci had not been given a rank, all Thel said was that it was the Durramee Armour. It was confusing but all Maci could do was think and question about it, gazing at nothingness. The armour was comfortable and tight, giving her body full support and protection, though it was not heavy armour it was rather light in weight and gave her body a superior look; however she questioned her status within the Sangheili community. Many males and most females would look down upon her for her strange and unique armour and they too would question her status. To a point Maci assumed it was like that of a Stealth, the armour came with highly upgraded technology, the armour gave a bit more of a shield protection, enhancing that of the skin suits shield, then there was the gravity belt which both her swords had been attached too which fitted across her feminine body, but the one thing that caught her attention was the fact that the armour had the camouflage ability equipped with it.
Tilting her head down she gazed at her hands and then to her armour still question who or what she was. Softly sighing she moved off the edge of the bed hearing the sound of the claws attached to her hooves as they softly scrapped across the ground, it sounded like she was menacing in size but really she was just average size of a Sangheili maybe a little bit smaller than most females however she just managed to look like an adult. Moving slowly forward towards the door as it slid open she came to gaze at the large open area within the Vadam Citadel. Sangheili walked past the room she had just exited, taping away on their data pads or fiddling with their weapons attached to their sides. With another deep breath she took a few more steps knowing that she had to meet up with the Arbiter before departing Vadam State. The reason was unknown to her but that's why she had to meet with the Arbiter, to find out and talk about the current situation and what she was supposed to do. It had been made clear that she was a loss end to the Raiders who had attacked Durram State which was 150 miles away from Vadam State, further to the east. This was all a big stepping stone for Maci Durramee as she began to walk the unfamiliar path past many Sangheili of Different class and Gender, some glancing in her direction with a look of curiosity or perhaps not. Each step of the way she felt unsure of how to act or behaviour, the spiral like walkway leading towards the top of the tower where The Arbiter and those of his Family would reside, she knew she could only act in honour on behalf of her family. She was the very last Durram, and it was a very heavy weight upon her conscience knowing that she may die in battle and the Durram name will be lost.
Trying hard not to think on the past she kept herself moving forward, avoiding eye contact from most other Sangheili as she approached the somewhat familiar door with its unique engraved details where two Royal Guards stood tall and pushed the door open as she was a few meters away. It was obvious that her presence was expected here as she walked into the large room where she saw both Thel and R'tas debating about something, she did not fully catch their words but only assumed it was a matter of interest to both of them. Their attention was turned slowly towards Maci as she entered the room, R'tas gave a respectful Nod towards her and Thel waved her over to join in their conversation.
"I'm glad you had made it here safely" Said R'tas in a soft and humble tone, it was clear he had been under much stress, but before I turned my attention to Thel, R'tas spoke up once more. "There were no survivors of Durram state, I'm sorry; everything has been…turned to ash." His head was lowered not in respect and sympathy but with sorrow. It was a big thing for Sangheili to lose the lives of others, and in this case it weighed down heavily on R'tas and Thel. Giving a soft nod in return she looked to both of them before replying.
"It is ok. Durram may be ash but it will rise once more."
It was all the words she could say without tears being shed; after all she didn't want to become an embracement.
"We have brought you here today to debate some…situations."
Looking at Thel who spoke in a soft but deep tone, Maci raised her head and gave a soft nod to go on.
"We noticed that you're record's show you have agility and endurance abilities. We could use someone like you with this battle." Rtas said using his hands as a gesture.
Looking back to Thel and then R'tas taking a small step back and giving them a nod, Maci spoke up. "Thank you, I would greatly like to continue my training, and I hope that I can be of use to prevent more raids and attacks like Durram had undergone."
"Indeed, but we will be sending you to a place further away than Vadam." Thel paused for a small moment as if to pick his words with care. "We shall send you to Zelso State to a city called Varo, there are some highly trained Warriors there, and we believe you could do with some more learning in certain areas."
With a respectful nod Maci understood what was to be done. What she needed to train up on was a good question for there were many things she had to work on, like her ability to dodge and focus on certain things. It was all agreeable in her terms but there was one thing she still had to question about, looking to both of them she finally spoke up. "Understood but I must question what is my status, you said this armour was a Durramee but there is no such rank it is only my last name."
Both R'tas and Thel laughed which was a display that Maci wasn't exactly sure of nor was she expecting both of them to react in such a way. Turning her head to R'tas and then Thel she questioned what they were both laughing about then Thel put his right arm on her left shoulder and stopped laughing.
"Maci, this Armour is not a rank. For your Rank is unknown until we know what you are good at and what you are not before making such decisions." There was a brief pause and then R'tas spoke up. "Indeed Thel speaks of the truth, your Armour design comes from your ancestors, many years ago before the Human covenant war." R'tas paused and gave a soft nod.
"But why me?" Maci questioned looking to both of them.
"Because you are the last of your bloodline, it is only fair you are given something that shows who you truly are. Durram's were known for being skilled with many things, mostly during wars your ancestors had been called to deal with unggoy disobedience and many more battles that have happened throughout the covenant years. "
Then R'tas spoke up shortly after Thel without interrupting him. "Yes we knew you would ask this question so we have gathered all the information from the library data base and all the information awaits you in the library area we have set up for you. It will explain everything you need to know, especially about your Ancestors."
Maci understood what she was hearing but she had never learnt that much about her own ancestors. All that was known was a small group of Sangheili had claimed the area and changed their last names to Durram and began to build the Durram state. They were both from the Plains and the mountain areas, it was an alliance between other villages that brought peace, but that was all Maci knew. Everything else had been either cleaned slated or hidden, for Durram had been a country state where livestock were breed and vegetables harvested, never to become a populate city area. Perhaps not the most luxurious of places but it was home, and still shall be in Maci's heart, she would someday return to the place and rebuild it, to be the leader or not was unsure, for the future held many things, but she could not tell what promises it beheld for her. Looking once more between the two Males she gave a respectful nod. "I only know few things of my homeland, I'm not sure if there is more to learn."
"There is much that there is too learn child." Thel spoke up softly with a gentle tone. "There is much the Prophets did not want others to know about, and the Durram's where one of those that they could not afford to be too well known."
To Maci this came as a shock, however the prophets had lied about many things she did not believe her Family and history had been one of those things that had to be hidden and unknown. It made her question what it was really like back when Durram was first claimed and created. She knew that she could only read what was known, rather than question both R'tas and Thel, being very high ranked males they would have a lot to do during this early morning till later on the day. Clearly Maci had much to do herself with studying all she had to about Durram's history, she was very curious about her Armour and it seemed that if the two of them had gone through much to find all the information they must have expected her to read through it, it was exciting news and she was egger to learn about it and the reason as to why everything had been covered up, she also wondered if her parents knew about any of this, whether there had been something in the Durram family that had been passed on. Yet all Maci could think of was the armour, she had never seen it before but she had never seen her parents in armour. Looking down to the ground, she did not wish to think about her parents or what had happened, it was hard enough knowing she was the last Durram alive. Sometimes she wondered about the others, but she had only been told that they had fought hard in the war and that was enough to know. "Maci the Library is on the fifth floor, you can find the directions down there. However come later on during night around 22:00 a phantom will be here to take you too Varo. D'rok Tallaham is the male Sangheili that will take you there"
Thel spoke up briefly informing her of what she needed to know. All together she knew she had just around 18 hours to learn all she could, she would most likely transfer the information onto her own personal data pad.
"As you wish. I shall be prepared and Ready come 22:00 hours."
"Good you will be living in the city of Varo where you shall be trained; you have lots to learn there." R'tas softly said before Thel Dismissed her.
Giving a respectful nod Maci spoke up. "Thank you both very much, I shall honour this day greatly."
"Indeed" Said Thel as Maci Turned and left them alone to debate what else was on the topic of today's to-do list.
Hearing the doors close behind her, Maci began to walk down the spiral path toward the lower levels, passing many Sangheili. During the mornings she noticed many Sangheili walked around obviously busy to get to their main jobs or tasks of the day. However Maci wasn't use to it, coming from the Country area you hardly ran into so many Sangheili, everyone had their set tasks for the day and being a big and wide spaced state you where lucky to pass five Sangheili in the village area, whereas here you must have passed over 100 just by moving down the levels of platforms.
After about 10 minutes or so, Maci found herself on the lower levels of the large Citadel, where she eventually found level five. Unlike the upper levels, this level was crowded the most, everyone was bumping shoulders with each other and yet somehow managed not to fall over each other. Looking around for the signs, Maci walked in the middle of the large crowds, pushing her way through trying to see over larger Sangheili, trying to see which place was which. After a while of pushing and jumping up to see where she was going, a small green lighted holographic text could be seen that said Library that pointed down another pathway that was somewhat crowded but not as bad as the main level area. Quickly moving through the crowds of Sangheili she managed to follow the path towards the library where she took in a deep breath feeling that she could finally breath without be smothered by strangers.
The pathway towards the library was a long and winding path, a few Sangheili passed her bothering about their own business, but she took no notice to them, only caring to follow the signs that pointed in the direction she needed to go to. For the first time in the Vadam Citadel she was finding it very strange but interesting, though sometimes she was confused as to which way was which but eventually she got the hang of it when she finally arrived at the overly large entrance of the library.
Looking in disbelief she stood still near the doorway unsure of where she was exactly to start her research until an older sangheili Female who would have had of been mid 50's, which in human years would have been around the late 20's or early 30's. This female towered over Maci making her have to look up to the other female.
"May I help you with something?" She questioned Durramee.
Taking a slight step back to get a better look at the female, she noticed she had slightly greenish skin almost like her Uncle had. Perhaps they too had connections leading to the 'Refumee like her Uncle.
"Ah yes, I'm-"
"I know who you are" Spat the female who seemed to hold some sense of disgrace towards Maci.
"There is a table to your far left, the only vacant one I do believe."
Standing back, Maci Watched the female walk off wondering why exactly she had such a hissy fit. Tilting her head she became curious but none the less she walked on, obviously being in this place for so long must have stressed the Librarian out, after all she did seem to be the one that was in control of this place. In a sense Maci was laughing on the inside at how childish, though she too can be childish.
Walking towards the area the female had pointed at, Maci noticed straight away a small vacant area with a single terminal, it seemed to have been the only one just like the female had said, but Maci questioned what she would find within the files of the terminal. Pulling the data pad from her side she clicked it on with a single touch and began to connect it with the terminal as she sat down behind it.
Once she clicked the terminal open many files had popped up, she made sure they all downloaded into the data pad just for safe keeping, but Maci would have rather to stay here and read and learn about everything. The place she would soon be transferred to would be interesting experience, she hoped it wasn't as busy as this place, though it was a City and in the end it was Maci who would have to deal with getting used to it all.
Tapping her fingers away she opened the first file that popped up and began to read the History of the Durram's.
~The beginning of Durram State
Time: In the early years during the fight between Sangheili and San 'Shyum.
Location: Durram state
Two big clans waged a war against each other while also dealing with the newly found enemy. The clans Males often marked themselves with paint upon either their face or chest, so that this way they could define each other while fighting.
The females stuck to their main duties of protecting their own young ones and healing their mates as their rights required such things. It was during this time that the soon to be Durram state was a mere large battle field where many had laid down their lives for nothing.
Each clan fought for food, water, more land but their biggest fight was for more females. Males become greedy and often had more than one mate unlike other clans.
The clan Shi'to was from the plains and the clan Ga'ke was from the mountain region. This battle waged on until finally Sangheili had become forced to hide due to the forerunner ship, which the prophets had control of, which destroyed many clans. Shi'to suffered the most as they had little area for refuge, this gave the Ga'ke Clan an advantage against their foes, and it only increased their desire for more bloodshed.
When finally the Sangheili become the Covenant and protected the prophets the Shi'to and Ga'ke made a truce between each other. They would take their best Male from the Ga'ke clan and their most beautiful Female from Shi'to. This caused a debate on how the war originally started between the clans, but eventually due to the Shi'to lacking in Number they agreed.
The strongest Male was named Kri, the Female was named Q'ila, they had disputes about the marriage arrangement, but eventually they both took their new last name, Durram and due to the fact they came from both clans, they could now expand. They claimed the mountains and then the plains, naming the Area Durram State, because of the still recuperating Sangheili population they were able to do so without much disagreement. Kri and Q'ila had many children till their own death; this created the large amount of Durrams that began to reside within the Durram state.
Durrams become more and more known for their fierce ability in Endurance, agility and outstanding on slaughter skills. They were praised by the prophets, and had been given unique armour designed to support their bodies. The females protected the Durram state and the Males fought the many battles on Sanghelios and off Sanghelios.
But then something happened near the age of Doubt, something that made the Durrams fade away from history and from bloodline.
~Past tense before the human covenant war, just around the start of Ages Of Reclamation. The Great War of Durram
Year: 2525
Location: Durram State
Durram state had become known for its powerful warriors who were often used for quick assassinations and assaults, the Males protected their state area but often went on other planets to claim them for the Great Journey. During such times something had happened, the movement in the Prophets and the religion of the covenant stirred up something. A warrior named Krono, a male standing roughly 7"5' was the commander of the Durram's, he knew who was doing what mission and what time. Recently there had been a mission given to him and his fellow cousins and brothers-biological- that was ordering them to take out a small group of brutes on the south side of Durram state. He prepared his platoon, and kissed his wife good bye leaving tears in his eyes. All together there were 15 of them, males mostly; it was rare for a female to join in this type of combat unless there weren't many males in number.
Krono had ordered half of the squad to go on the right side, the other half to go to the left side flanking them on either side, and Krono would approach them head on from the east side straight on. During this attack no one knew what was going on apart from being given their orders. Krono took out five brutes, he had noticed there were more than he had been told, about 20 brutes with highly equipped armour Krono had never seen before. They wielded large energy Hammers that destroyed almost all Durrams. Taking on the Chieftain, Krono was swung like a mere piece of dirt this caused his ribs to crack. At the hands of defeat he glared into the brutes eyes before a young female Durram sprinted out of nowhere taking a Hammer in hand and swinging it into the Chieftains head, shattering his skull.
"Hemla! What are you doing?" Krono had cried out, struggling to stand up he watched her and the remaining Durrams take down the fleeing brutes. Eventually all the brutes that had been camping within the Durram state had been eradicated. Approaching the dying Chieftain, Krono grasped his filthy ape throat. "It was an Order" Crying out in pain, the Ape tried to free himself but he already knew that even if he managed to do so Death was already at his doorstep.
Krono stepped back with wide eyes, his hands turned to fists as he laid a blow into the brute's stomach. "Blasphemy!"
"No I beg you" cried the Brute once more as his eyes filled with tears.
"You dare to come to my State and threaten my Family and residence with you filth and claim it to be an Order. Your Tongue speaks of Lies."
As Krono's was about to kick the brute in the rib cage, Hemla stood by his side, stopping him with a single glare. Removing her helmet she leaned down to the almost dead beast covering her nostrils from his retched scent. "What Orders?" Her tone wasn't pleasant, it was stern and her eyes held a dark look. Krono stood back and watched the younger female handle things in a more vocal way.
"He only speaks of Blasphemy" Krono's protested but Hemla wasn't willing to just listen to one side of the story, just like her Mother.
Looking at her with his red eyes, the brute coughed on his own blood, his head was bleeding but there was still some life left in him. "They said to Test you."
Blood was now spurting from his bloody mouth.
"Who?" Hemla was determined to find out why this was happening while her Father stood by her side, Krono's only watching to protect his youngest Daughter who was merely the age of 16.
"The Proph-" His last breath used in words that Hemla could only just make out. Looking to her Father she gave a soft nod and stood up only to pat him on the shoulder before walking away knowing fully well he too would have heard it.
Krono's did not sleep that night, he and the others who had been badly hurt began to talk about what the meaning was, but Hemla did not speak up, she merely overheard what was said watching her family debate such things knowing fully well it was about to lead to a great fight.
The following morning Krono's had communicated the Three main prophets in power; Truth, Regret and Mercy.
Kneeling before all three of their holographic images he shouted in rage and anger determined to fight this to the end.
"You sent Brutes here to kill us!"
"No that was not the reason of such actions." Said Mercy
"Then explain why they said they had been given orders?"
Truth floated forward waving his hands to both of the other prophets before he gazed into the Warriors fierce eyes.
"This was a test, to truly see how strong the Durrams are. We have much use for you."
"A Test! I lost my Fellow Brothers and Cousins out there. We are not your pawns!"
Krono's slammed his fists into the ground with pure rage before he glared into all of their eyes.
"We are the Prophets!" Yelled Mercy.
"Do you tempt us Warrior?" Questioned Truth
"They must be punished" Ordered Regret
"Never!" Krono's finally yelled before slamming the holographic com with his hands disconnecting from all three of the Prophets while his rage boiled deep inside of him, he would not allow his family to be used as mere toys.
Eventually his wife comforted him, but to no avail did Krono's calm his soul, instead he left his household and into the village of his home where he ordered all Durram's to prepare them. He only involved his family members and few Civilians that where not a part of the bloodline.
"The Prophets will pay!" Krono's yelled, it only caused others to follow him but it also caused others to fear him. Krono's was a heretic at this point, and he knew fully well that soon the prophets would come for him sending a fleet that would destroy his bloodline.
Knowing this fully well he ordered most of the females and the younglings to hide in the far south areas of Durram. Others took shelter with them as everyone held their breaths for the fight to come.
Three days later after Krono's had made it clear he was prepared for war the prophets sent a force large enough to be a fleet. All together there were only 123 Durram's, Cousins, Uncles, Grandparents, Brothers and even a few females joined the fight, but Krono's made sure that Hemla and her Mother had been in another state during the time for their own protection.
When the fleet came, all Durramee's came at them, blast fire made the state tremble, swords sliced through heads, blood painted the ground purple, Arms lost, Legs Lost and Tanks destroyed with a single plasma Grenade.
But in the end it was the Prophets who won making sure Krono's was brought to trail. Upon the day he was beaten and brought before the council members of the Covenant.
"Your actions are unforgivable. Your Bloodline is doomed all by your Pathetic Actions." Truth yelled making it clear that this was the last day Krono's would live to see the light.
"Take my life, torture me but do not harm my family, they were only obeying my orders!" Krono's debated his rage spewing from him.
"This is not a negotiation Sangheili. Bring forth the prisoners?" Waved Regret as Krono watched from behind him his wife and Sons were brought forward and in front of him.
Chained to the ground he watched as they were tortured and killed.
"The Durram's will be wiped from History! Their shame will be buried with you." Truth proclaimed his doom upon the Durram state.
Krono was later on beaten to death, but only a few Durrams remained. The Prophets had ordered all the Durram males to come forth proclaiming that they would be redeemed of their sins but instead the males where sterilized, females were raped by other males of both Brute and Sangheili.
However one female thrived on, Hemla.
Her fire and revenge she kept bottled up only knowing that soon she too would suffer the fate of her own Father. For over 10 months she hid in secret before she eventually approached the Prophets on her own will. She knew too well that they would seek her out for she was the only one of her Fathers bloodline that was left.
However little did they know she had a child named A'ko, a male who eventually the Prophets found out about, but Regret ordered that the child stay alive. This was so that Durram State would be restored to its former Glory and so that the heresy A'kos Grandfather had stained would not stain the young ones heart or mind. In order to gain back their ideas of using Durrams as a means of weapons they allowed him to live making sure he was nursed by a female Sangheili who had not been born anywhere near Durram State.
A'ko become a strong warrior and married a female named Shi who had no children but had been unable to show signs of fertility. However A'ko took her in, she had been a disgrace to her clan and so she travelled. Eventually during the long and hard years of their marriage A'ko and Shi had a child and named her Maci during the age of the Covenant and Human war. A'ko never knew his history only a mere lie that he had been abandoned during a great war that destroyed his family.
The prophets made sure that their secret remained a secret, but Regret however was foolish enough to make small records about what had happened.
~Back to Present-first person-
Looking at the holograph before me I had not realized that I had been gripping the edge of the terminals frame. History leaves behind much and this had been a lot to my heart.
My grip was tight on the steel frame that was now familiar warmth. How do you simply explain how you feel about something you wished you had never seen? Taking in a deep breath and giving a soft sigh I gazed around me, the now dark Libaray had been casted over by the nightfall, there was barly anyone here now, I must have spent a few good hours. Night time had come and I had only an hour to prepare for lift off to a City named Varo that was located in the Zelso State. Standing up I push the chair back with the backs of my legs and take the data pad in my hands making sure all information had been completely downloaded. Closing my eyes I didn't want to know the truth, but I knew the reason why I now wore this armour, because I was the last of a dying bloodline, in fact I was the only one left. If only I had of known about the cruelty of the prophets I would never have joined the military, but yet again it was in my bloodline. After the many hours of reading and research I had come to understand that my Father was the last, which explained why I didn't know who my grandparents where, I had also uncovered along the way that my Aunty was never biologically related, she was merely a nanny to me helping my Mother Nurse me and my Uncle…he wasn't even related not through marriage or blood. I was the Grand Daughter of a heretics Daughter, and in a way I can see myself as Hemla, what she must have gone through to protect my Father must have been harsh on her. Moving away from the terminal I make way towards the corridor escaping the library and its dim lighted areas. It seems life was worse in the year before the human/covenant war. Apart of me was torn on the inside, My Father would have never known about such things but I wish he did, I wish he knew that he was something to be proud of not just knowing himself to be the last. It was my turn now to share that grief of sadness of being alone; at least Father always had Mother there by his side to help him during such times of doubt.
Into the main area of the fifth level I noticed hardly anyone was wondering around, at least I had some space now as I slowly began to walk towards the lifts and make my way up to the further platforms to the dorm room.
Perhaps this was what I needed, to know that I was wearing armour that had been buried and betrayed only to rise with the last Durramee left. Durram state, I would someday help Govern and rebuild what once was, perhaps not to its greatness but I hope it shall be something more again.
Not once had I considered my family to have some name during the early years, but now I knew why and I now knew why it never became a city, because the state had been stained by my Great Grandfather. Along the ways of research I had also downloaded some files about the place I was going to.
It was a large state area named Zelso that was populated on a mountain terrain and had been united by a Sangheili male who led the Zelmoa Empire and eventually his bloodline took over. It seemed to be a place of much hope for me; it had rights that allowed female's equal rights as to what Males have and consisted of mostly factories and industrial areas. The City of Varo was where I was to be taken to, I was told that there were Sangheili there that would be able to help train me, or so I think R'tas had said earlier. Either way I continued to read on about Zelso and its history, how it came to be, I had heard of the name a few times during the Academy and schooling with geometry but I never thought I would be visiting such a place, in fact I never thought I would actually leave Durram State, but here I was making my way towards this place that was half way across Sanghelios.
Once I had reached the dorm room I quickly gathered my stuff, which really wasn't much apart from making sure I had all data transferred to my Data pad and clicking through some old pictures I had managed to scramble up from the old terminal that I had once used in my home in Durram state. On there I had pictures of my Family, Mother and Father; I know understood why I only saw my Aunty every now and then because she really wasn't a family member, just a friend. Taking my mind of the thought I began to look around to see what else I need to take.
After a brief moment of gazing at the empty room I finally walked out realizing I was moving further away from home but knowing that someday I will return. I knew the Durram would be some day constructed but for the next few years it would remain barren from the disaster.
"City of Varo" I said out loud to myself knowing that it was getting close to the time for me to leave. In fact I was sure the phantom would have been here by now if not approaching the city area.
Making sure I had my blades attached and that I had my personal Data pad tucked away I began to move down the somewhat familiar pathway, as I did so I wrote a small letter thanking the Arbiter before sending it to his messages on my Data Pad.
The cold still air was what got me first as I approached the docking bay where a single phantom rested alone. It was late and I could barely see anyone wondering around yet the traffic was heavy as phantoms, banshees and other transports flew high above in the city area.
"Varo" I mumbled to myself as I watched the small puff of steam came from my mouth. At least the skin suit was keeping my body warm, but still my mind was daunted upon what I had learned about. Today and Yesterday had both been very big days and a heavy weight was upon my heart, but I moved forward. As I got closer to the Phantom I noticed a large Sangheili Male, he had brown tan colour in skin wearing dark black armour with a hint of red for secondary colour, and he seemed much older than me. At his side was a needler, I'm guessing just for precaution, but as I approached I kept a good distance and watched with caution, it wasn't because I was leaving behind almost everything, but because I was unsure if this was my ride.
"Maci Durramee?" His tone was soft but held a sense of authority; I gave a Nod in response.
"Yes that is me"
With a hand gesture towards the phantom he spoke once more.
"I don't have much time to waste you know?"
I had suddenly realized I had stopped, with a soft sigh I took a last look at Vadam state before I boarded the Phantom. With a good guess, I assumed this guy was the one who had been mentioned earlier. I think it was D'rok. Either way I took my seat upon the phantom as the strange male moved to the cockpit and piloted. Slowly I watched the glow of the city slowly grow less and less until it was nothing more than a spec in the distance, like a small shining star. Knowing fully well this trip would take some time I pulled out my data pad questioning myself if it was worth looking back at the history?
"Durram" I murmured to myself with a heavy sigh, I softly closed my eyes in need for a small rest. "Varo" Murmuring to myself once more, it was a big stepping stone that I had to take a leap for, and I did not regret it, for I could not help what has happened and I cannot undo the past, I can only move forward and hope that this City in Zelso will be of some help to my mind and soul. After all that had happened I wondered how many more would be suffering the same fate my homeland had, let alone those who had suffered the loss of family because of foolish prophets wanting something that was a mere lie.
With a small peek from under my eyelid I watched the small glimmers of cities glow below, hearing the sound of the phantom's engine softly rumble and the cool breeze passing in from the opening.