As the Ur-Didact walked to the memory extraction chamber, he glanced at the nearby Promethean AI walking with him. The AI didn't seem to notice him staring at it and trudged on to the chambers. He turned his head back forward to see the entrance of the chamber. Waving his hand, the door opened with a soft whoosh. Stepping into the room, he gazed at everything inside it.

Two metal pillars extended from the floor crackling with electrical energy. Objects floating in mid air rotated ever so slightly on the spot and occasionally disassembled only to reassemble into a different object. An orange glow marked the floor like cracks in a volcano.

The lone armoured human figure hung limply on the metal pillars, held up only by hardlight restraints that cuffed his wrists tightly. The human slowly strained his head to see who made the doors. The helmeted head seemed to stiffen when he saw the Didact. The Didact nodded at the Promethean next to him before walking to the human at a leisurely pace.

"So human, why did you wake me from my slumber", he asked the armoured human. The human didn't respond. Shaking his head, the Didact summoned a small device to him. Reaching out, he grasped the helmet with ease and ripped it off viciously, tossing it away carelessly. The Didact took a step back in order to take in the humans facial features.

The human had light brown fur attached to his head (not unlike young forerunner manipulars), pale skin and a hardened expression. However, what caught him off guard (though he didn't show it) was the experienced cold eyes that stared back at him. It was like as if all the warmth of this human was extinguished, only to be replaced by a cold demeanour. The Ur-Didact was now more intrigued by this human and his memories.

Without warning, the Didact placed the device onto the humans forehead. Almost instantly, he cringed in pain for a moment, then dropped his head. The Didact pulled the device from his head and signalled it to fly into a console mounted on the wall. Stepping away from the now unconscious human, he strode towards a coffin like contraption. The machine hummed to life when the Didact was two steps away from it and opened it's doors. Laying his back into it, he closed his eyes and waited for the feeling of being transformed.

It was a weird feeling, some say it felt like you were being stretched and compressed into a mould, others would say it was almost like a nice tingling feeling swirling inside. For the Didact, however, he felt nothing change. Only a slight twitch in his head.

Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at a white ceiling with bright lights flooding into his eyes. A high pitched whine escaped from his mouth. As if on queue, a human woman's face appeared in his vision. She was cooing and coddling him, well the baby. Another face appeared beside the mother, this time a male face. His mouth was twisted upwards in awe and happiness for the baby.

"What shall we name him Allison?", the man asked his wife. The Didact became intrigued by this, almost no forerunner smiled anymore due to it's useless nature to try to cheer someone up. But when he smiled, he felt good and happy inside.

"I think we can call him John", Allison said, while look down at the baby. So the human's name was John, the Didact thought to himself.

The scene swirled away and another memory was be loaded onto the helmet.

He was at a mass of water standing in the sand, what was it that those humans called it? Ah, a lake, he was standing at a lake. A scream was present in the air and in the middle of the lake someone was thrashing in the water violently. His body acted of it's own accord and rushed to the screaming person.

He jumped into the water, instantly gaining a reaction from the Didact, who hadn't expected the water to be so cold. He shivered as he felt himself swimming towards the noise.

After swimming for at least 30 seconds, the person stopped thrashing and began to slowly sink below the surface of the water. John swam, no the Didact swam quicker. When he reached the person, he noticed it was a very young human female. Wrapping his arms around the little girl, he half swam half dragged the girl to shore.

When his feet touched the sand, he used his legs to carry the girl up the sand and laid her down on a flat piece of grass. Looking up from the girl, he frantically looked left to right, waiting for someone to come and help them, but no one came. Breathing slowly, he looked at the girl and suddenly an idea popped into his head on how to save this girl.
The Didact then snarled in disgust of the idea, but with no other choice, he leaned in and breathed into the girls mouth, lips fully touching.

The girls eyes widened slowly, then quickly when she noticed something was pressed over her lips, which was his lips. The girl then coughed violently into his mouth, resulting in him scrambling off her and spiting out her saliva.

"Eww…yuck", He said whilst simultaneously wiping his mouth.

"You call that yuck? You were kissing me", she yelled.

"I was only trying to save you, otherwise you probably would've died on the beach".

The girl then hung her head, "Thanks for rescuing me", she mumbled. He looked at her, then a small smile crept onto his face.

"Your welcome", he said shyly back, twiddling his thumbs in the process.

"My names Parisa," she said, brushing a loose bit of wet hair out of her face.

"My name is…"', he was interrupted by some shouting.

"Parisa! Where you", a voice yelled out. Parisa's face fell and she got up slowly from the sand and started for the voice. As she was disappearing from his line sight, he yelled at her.

"My name is John!"

There was no indication that she heard him, only a slight nod to the head, he smiled.

The scene changed and he was at a building with lots of kids around playing and laughing. The Didact took a brief moment to pause and reflect on the situation. Some how he felt 'happiness' since his children died. He wondered how the human ended up as a soldier.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when he saw the girl Parisa being punched in the stomach by a couple of older kids. Instantly he ran at them.

"Leave her alone!", he roared at them. They turned and laughed at him with not mirth, but cruelness. One of them came up to him and threw a punch at his face. Parisa covered her mouth with her hands, afraid that John was going to be hurt badly.

He ducked straight under it and put all he strength in punch the unprotected groin. The results were instantaneous, the bully laid on the ground blubbering and clutching his hurt appendage. He just stepped over the body nonchalantly and cracked his knuckles, a trick he learned in kindergarten when kids disrespected the teachers, wait! The Didact never remembered that. Regardless, the bullies now white with fear stumbled away and left behind their friend.

John walked over to Parisa's bruised body and picked her up bridal style. She blushed and mumbled something incoherent before turning to face him.

"John, thank you for standing up for me", she whispered. John sheepishly grinned at her.

"When we grow up, I swear to marry and protect you with all my heart", he mumbled, but Parisa heard it and blushed very red.

Leaning into his ear, she whispered something, "Don't make a promise, if you can't keep it John". He slowly nodded and walked to a building with a '+' sign on it

The scenery changed. It was the school yard, but in front of him was a young woman dressed in a Denim jeans with a white jacket covering her body.

"Who are you", he questioned with uncertainty at the woman in front of him.

"My name is Catherine Halsey, John", She replied.

He frowned at the obvious exchange of names since it was unusual for any adult to give their first name. Halsey reached into her purse and pulled out a circular metal that had engraving on it.

"Now John, I want you to tell me which side the coin will land on", she asked.

"Heads", he said. She tossed the coin in the air and waited till it landed back on the ground, with the heads facing upwards. John punched the air in victory. Halsey gave a sad smile and motioned for something with his hands. He didn't notice the needle until it was too late.

He slowly lifted his eyelids up and squinted at the harsh light in the room. Other groans filled the air and he realized what had happened. He had been kidnapped from his school. Scanning the room, he found it was dull coloured with a small stage at the front. Taking quick glances, he also found there was other children waking up or already trying to stand up.

Suddenly a woman strutted onto the stage. It was the same woman that kidnapped him. Before he could do anything she opened her mouth to speak.

"Greetings, I am Dr Catherine Halsey", she introduced herself, "to my right is Master chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez", she pointed in that direction to a buff man with a stubbled chin.

"You are now Spartans, you have been called to serve, you will be trained and pushed to your very limit and become the best we can make of you. You will be the protectors of Earth and all her colonies". She concluded her speech and motion the children and John to follow Mendez.

When they reached the rooms Mendez turned to face them.

"Listen up!", he yelled, startling some of the kids, "you will be put into cabins according to your serial number! Find your cabins and get some shut eye, cause tomorrow is going to be a fun day!"

Almost immediately the Spartan trainees rushed to find their cabins only to bump into other kids. John ran to the room three metres away from the cabin Mendez had stood at and entered. Inside there was three other boys.

On the boys metal beds, an engraving of their serial number was imprinted onto the frame. John soon learnt his roommates numbers, one of them notably named Fredric-104. As he approached his bed, his legs gave up on him, forcing him to crawl under the covers of scratchy bed sheets. Staring at the ceiling, he sighed as tiredness took over his body, his eyelids closing and revealing the realm of blackness.

It felt only a few seconds before he was electrocuted back into awareness, he glanced at the other bunk beds in which were empty. Mendez was in front of him holding a stick, without warning he smacked the stick viciously onto John's body and instantly John screamed in pain.

"Get up boy, you got twenty laps around the compound and the others have already done 18, so you better get started.

John had just finished his 20 laps when Mendez grabbed the attention of him and the other trainee's. He was puffing heavily.

"Listen up, you are going to be taking a challenge on the playground where the big kids enjoy themselves!", Mendez yelled. A few trainee's eyes lit up in hope for a playground to enjoy themselves on. But John knew better than to get fooled by the ploy.

Few minutes later…

The Trainees looked in awe and shock at the course they were to complete. Metal bars, wooden and metal planks, mud other things were arrayed in front of them. Some them even fainted, but were quickly pounced on by Mendez with his electrical bat.

"Now that we have arrived at the course, I'm splitting you up into teams of three, Trainees 003, 058 and 104 are a team". The picked trainees quickly got together and prepared to do the course.

"Trainees 089, 117 and 034 are another team". John looked for the trainees and found a girl with the numbers 089 printed on her vest. Her hair was strangely dark blue and her eyes had a light hazel look to it. 034 was standing nearby, his height was massive, a giant compared to him. The giant boys sandy blond hair was short and wavy and his eyes held a green tint to it.

"The name's Sam", he spoke with his hand held out. John took it and shook it lightly.

"I'm Kelly", 089 voiced and crossed her arms around her chest. John looked at both of them and sighed.

"My name is John", he said and turned to the beginning line. Already a large crowd of trainees had gathered there. It was then John had an idea.

"Hey guys, I've got an idea", he said. Both of the two trainees leaned in.

"See those guys at the starting line", he pointed at the subjects of the conversation, "they are big but keep forgetting important details, the course is so expanse that some of the main elements are easily forgettable such as the pot holes, if we trip them over, they'll fall into at least one of the holes", he explained. Kelly and Sam looked at each other and turned their heads back to John with challenging smirks. A few minutes later, Mendez yelled at them to go and as if to emphasis the point, he fired four training rounds at the slow ones making them start to bawl in pain.

John turned his head to look at Sam and Kelly who were spreading out as part of the plan. The first person he targeted was a child from Harmony known as Fhajad-084. The person was at least 4 inches taller than him and was running through the other trainees with his team members. Suddenly John dived forward and pulled Fhajad's legs from underneath him resulting in Fhajad falling onto his face. John streaked ahead and watched the other members of Fhajad's team falling into potholes thanks to Kelly and Sam.

John quickly sprinted up to Sam who was having trouble keeping up with Kelly.

"How does she run that fast?", Sam queried whilst panting. John shrugged his shoulders and swung on another rope. Just as they were about to reach the bell, Sam tripped on a chained bridge and got tangled in the cold hard metal.

"John help me!", Sam shrieked. John rushed to him quickly and tried to pull him up, but the weight was too much for John to handle. As he looked behind Sam, a number of trainees were gathering at the other side of the bridge.

"Sam try to pull your arms out of the holes", John said calmly. Sam did as John told him. A number of trainees were running across the bridge swiftly, jiggling the metal and confusing Sam in the process. John assisted Sam by heaving his legs out of the holes. The trainees were almost to them when Sam finally untangled himself and sprinted with John to the bell. Kelly was on the bell tower, waiting for her team members to come.

When John and Sam reached the bell with trainees hot their heels. They rung it together.

Feeling the exhaustion take over him, John collapsed on the ground.

Hey guys,

I feel really bad for not updating the story, a lot of schoolwork is due soon and I have been busy working on it instead of updating the story, This is pt. 1 of memories. By the way, I modified the events that happened in Johns younger years.

Keep reading,

Xenongaf