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Epilogue: Just the Beginning

8th Cycle, 6th year of the Ninth age of Reclamation

Location: Zethro'Kal system, Dokra-Movi/Feldokra.

Third Person POV

In the empty vacuum of space between the planet of Dokra-Movi and its natural satellite and the Covenant/Sangheili Fortress world of Feldokra, in between them was a large and almost colossal vessel/Station which hovered……High Charity.

The Covenant Holy city was a sight to behold to anyone's eyes; the mere mushroom like structure of it was marvelous.

The Holy city was always guarded by the largest Covenant fleet at its disposal, a combination of multiple fleets which comprised of almost a thousand cruisers and hundreds of Carriers and super carriers.

The City was not only their religious and political, but also their cultural Capital; it had been that for thousands of years.

Home to billions, it was the most well defended place in the entirety of Covenant space.

The fleet that protected it alone would be enough to crush their Human enemies, but the Hierarchs were cautious and so was the High council.

Inside the Holy City, it was filled with shipyards and the central hub…the Golden City.

Many more sites and important locations were inside the Holy City, like the High Council chambers, the Mausoleum of the Arbiter and most important of all, the Dreadnought at the centre of High Charity which powered the entire city.

But above the Mausoleum of the Arbiter, rested the Sanctum of the Hierarchs, the private quarters and home inside of High Charity, the interior of the Sanctum was of grandness, beginning with a large main hallway which directly led to the inner chambers, where the Hierarchs resided.

The hallway was guarded by dozens of Sangheili Honor guardsmen, each guardsmen stood at each end of the hallway, their ornate red and black combat harness adorned with glowing orange panels which emanated across with the purple lightings of the interior.

Each of them stood unmoving and imposing, armed with energy pikes, they were ready to cut down any who dare intrude into the chambers of the High Prophets.

It was in this inner chamber, guarded with another dozen Honor Guardsmen which al stood near the edges of the chamber, that Kal'arn found himself in.

Knelling on one knee while bowing his head, he was faced with not one but three Hierarchs…the three High Prophets themselves, Regret, Mercy and Truth. Each one sat on the thrones which hovered as they ventilate amongst themselves.

Kal'arn could only anticipate what their judgment for he and his warriors could, and if his small yet significant findings would be able to spare atleast his warriors of their wrath.

"One?" the Prophet of Truth began; Kal'arn could feel the eyes of the three Hierarchs on him. "Are you sure there was only one Ship?"

"Yes, noble Hierarchs…they called it, the Spirit of Fire" Kal'arn answered, making sure to not make any subtle move which would give an excuse for the honor guards to cut him down, right then and there.

A loud thump echoed through the chamber as the Prophet of Mercy slammed his fist onto the arm rest of his throne, "Why was it destroyed as it followed your fleet!" he demanded.

"Noble Hierarch, you must understand, I neither possessed the authority or command of the fleet or any ship, I am merely a commander that leads its warriors" Kal'arn corrected, although he chose his tone and tongue.

"I can guarantee the commander does not lie on his statement. It is a tragedy that he had not been the overall commander of the fleet" the Prophet of Regret partially supported Kal'arn's explanation, while slightly glancing at the dead body of the Arbiter that he had brought before them.

"And yet, you bring the corpse of the Commander of the fleet you were apart, a pity the Arbiter were not here to take your place" Regret commiserated.

"Sire, I am aware of the tradition that follows of each Arbiter, their bodies after their passing are to be presented to you if I am not mistaken" Kal'arn said.

"A veracious assumption" Truth commented, "But it is far too little and insignifucant to be considered a success"

It was either now or in the afterlife, "Noble Hierarch, forgive me for my impudence but I did not return empty handed" Kal'arn said as he tried to stand up on his feet.

The Honor guards upon seeing this were ready to strike down the Commander as his subtle move was seen as a threat to the Hierarch.

But before they could make any haste decision, the Prophet of Truth raised his arm up, signaling the Guards to wait.

Kal'arn, seeing that the Prophets were interested continued to make his way over to the Arbiter's body which was laid down on its belly. Kal'arn swiftly grabbed the edges of his chest and flipped him over, revealing the piece of wall they had taken from the holy world.

The three High Prophets tried to get a closer look at what it was, but their sight was obscured by Kal'arn who stood in front of the piece, while the Honor guards remained cautious as ever, sending glares towards the commander as he picked up the piece with both his hands.

Turning around the face the Prophets, Kal'arn get down on one knee once more as he extended his arm, presenting his findings to the Hierarchs.

There was a moment of silence, the only sounds that echoed being the clanks of the energy pikes of the Honor guards.

Kal'arn was undoubtedly nervous due to the lack of reaction from the Hierarchs, but that nervousness was cut short as the sudden gasp of the Prophet of Regret was heard through the chambers.

Kal'arn ever so brave, dared to glance an eye towards the Hierarchs, the Prophet of Regret was undoubtedly the most surprised out of the three, but that did not mean that the other two were not also awed by his findings.

The Prophet of Mercy slightly had his mouth agape while even the Prophet of Truth was frozen mid way from motioning something towards either his fellow Hierarchs or the Honor guards.

"By the God!...Could it be?... The Sacred rings!" Regret exclaimed as he marveled at the sight, even if it was a carving, it was done with utmost detail by whomever crafted it.

"Marvelous, truly marvelous" Mercy was heard murmuring.

"Was this truly found at the Holy world? Were there any other you discovered?" the Prophet of Truth bombarded Kal'arn with questions.

"We found this at a structure inside the world, it seemed to lack any significant artifacts, but these carvings were on its walls…I deemed them a significant finding and ordered them to be taken" Kal'arn explained.

"A brilliant decision!" Regret complimented, the sacred rings had truly peeked the inertest of the Hierarchs, something which Kal'arn hoped.

It was then that the Prophet of Truth motioned his fellow Hierarchs to quit down as he spoke up, "You shall remain here, Commander, while we shall rule about your...findings…"

Kal'arn bowed his head as the Prophets turned to each other and whispered amongst themselves, this was it, this was where everything would be decided, it was life or death for Kal'arn and his warriors, he prayed that what he found would be significant enough to the Hierarchs for them to excuse him and his warriors for their failure.

After what felt like eons, the three Prophets finally turned to face the keeling Commander, "Commander Khanee, your findings are truly marvelous, the carvings of the Sacred rings, although may seem insignificant, only further advances our quest for the Great Journey, and a clue to where the Sacred rings are" Regret stated.

"And one with utmost importance to our faith, and our path way to where our Gods have been, uplifted to!" Mercy further stated

That was all well, but it didn't answer Kal'arn inner question and worry of what the fate of him and his warriors would be, however he kept silent, a wise decision as right as the Prophet of Mercy ended, the Prophet of Regret continued.

"It was always an insight form the Gods that I foresaw your success, ever since your first success on the Human world known as Harvest, and it was through the blessings of the Gods that have allowed you and your men to survive the trials of the Holy world and be rewarded with such gifts" Regret stated, although Kal'arn was unsure of what the Hierarch meant but he kept his tongue.

"Such success cannot go unrewarded, as such all those who were apart of the battle shall have their names immortalized in the rolls of honor" Regret ended as Truth motioned for him to stop.

"But you, Commander, shall be further rewarded for such finding" Truth stated, "The three of us have concurred and come to the conclusion that the most suitable reward for your faith…is to be brought into the Ministry of Fervent Intercession as a Zealot"

"A most jarring of tasks, upheld by the most faithful and experienced Sangheilies, one which we deem you worthy of" Mercy ended.

Kal'arn was stunned by the outcome; the most he had expected was for him and his warriors to be forgiven and given another chance.

A direct promotion from the three Hierarchs themselves however, was not on his list of outcomes.

Zealots were considered to be one of the fiercest and deadliest warriors in the Covenant, second only to the Honor Guards and the Silent Shadow.

Getting into the ranks of the Zealots, a warrior had to be unparallel in combat. Something which Kal'arn was sure he wasn't.

"I-…Thank you, Noble Hierarchs, I shall not disappoint" Kal'arn said, he figured it would not be wise to argue with the three Hierarchs.

"I am certain you will not" Regret said.

"Leave us now, we have much to discuss" Truth said as he motioned his hands for Kal'arn to leave.

Kal'arn obeyed, giving one final bow before turning around and making his way towards the exit, he could hear some of the Honor Guards making their way over to the Arbiter's dead body to take it to the Mausoleum of the Arbiter.

Exiting into the main Hallway, Kal'arn passed by the rows of Honor guardsmen that stood on each end, each one he passed, he could feel a glare directed at him.

Getting clear of the Sanctum of the Hierarchs, Kal'arn stepped into a gravity bridge which would further take him towards the docking bay where he had left Ekar and his warriors.

Traveling through the Holy city was a sight to behold, the Golden city in the distant where the massive Dreadnought stood at the centre was guaranteed to catch any passerby's attention.

He had heard stories of the magnificent towers of High Charity, ones which, if placed on a planet, could be seen even from a different continent.

It here that his Father had gone on his first pilgrimage, where his Father's journey as a successful warrior began, it was almost strange…baffling to think that Kal'arn was now on the same prestige that his father was.

He knew his father would be proud of his accomplishments, of his successes; Kal'arn could not wait to inform his father, the Kaidon of Khan.

However, there was something...odd..about everything that transpired inside the inner chamber with the Hierarchs...

There was a sense of...doubt inside of him, everything went perfect...too perfect...not that he would ever protest on it...

But it all seemed too unsual, most importantly he had noticed one key feature in the Prophet of Truth, his eyes...they seemed to show something else...something he did not understand...

Eyes were the best method of reading ones emotions...their thoughts, and their personality...the High Prophet of Truth...seemed to be...planning, cunning...

Kal'arn did not further give it much thought, he had managed to gain him, his friend and his warriors another chance, another opportunity to fight and prove themselves...it was a personal victory...a short one.

Kal'arn took another gravity lift which would take him towards the lower sections of the Holy City, where the docking yards were at.

As he neared the final doors which would led him to the hanger bay, he was suddenly halted by a voice who called out from behind, "Halt warrior, I have questions" a commanding voice asked from behind.

Kal'arn turned around to face who had called out to him, he came face to face by a large Sangheili, even larger than the Arbiter, and the Sangheili wore Golden armor, those adorned by Zealots and a headdress which were similar to those of Sangheili generals.

Kal'arn recognizing the features of the Sangheili immediately bowed his head in respect, "Fleetmaster Barutamee, an Honor to meet" Kal'arn paid his respect; he remembered some of his father's messages mentioning the Fleetmaster he served under, Rho 'Barutamee was the name.

A brilliant tactician, Kal'arn was awed to be in the presence of such an accomplished figure.

"You may raise your head, Warrior" Barutamee said, "Now, I question on whether you know of where a Sangheili by the name, Kal'arn Khanee could be found"

Kal'arn was stunned that the Fleetmaster was in search for him in particular, Kal'arn paused a moment before answering, "I-…that would be me, Fleetmaster" Kal'arn answered.

Barutamee seemed unfazed but blinked as he heard his word, letting off a loud breath he spoke up, "Then I believe fate has destined us to meet so soon"

"Fleetmaster, if I may be bold, why do you search for me?" Kal'arn asked.

Barutamee looked at the Sangheili for a moment before answering, "Follow me" he started to walk towards the doors which led to the docking bay.

Kal'arn was confused but followed the lead of the Fleetmaster.

They continued across the hallways which would exit them in the docking bay, their walk was of silence, neither Sangheili dared to speak, both for their own reasons.

Exiting into the docking bay, there were many crafts of varying size and class, some were freighters meant to carry supplies to and around High Charity, others were merchant vessels which mostly belonged to the Kig'yar, some smaller shuttles which either were from the warships that guarded the space around High Charity or those meant for pilgrims.

They were present in a relatively minor docking bay, meant for smaller crafts to docks which were mostly civilians or non warriors, which explained the lack of any military vessels or craft, which were more commonly found in the larger docking yards where warships like Cruisers and Carriers docked.

Following the Fleetmaster, Kal'arn was soon led towards a docked diplomatic shuttle, it was strange to see such a shuttle here, had it been any major reason it would have been docked inside the Golden city or near the inner ports and not the outer ones.

Awaiting near the shuttle were four Sangheili, Kal'arn recognized three of them which were all his warriors, one of them was his Friend Ekar, while the other two were some of the surviving minors who escaped with him from the Holy world.

But the other Sangheili, it was one who wore robes instead of armor; it was someone Kal'arn had seen since he left his home world to join the Covenant military. "Elder Toras?" Kal'arn murmured.

Toras Khanee was one of the elders of the House of Khan, and a mentor to Kal'arn when he was younger; Toras had been an aging warrior from the Thirty ninth age of conflict, one who had fought in the Unggoy rebellions against the Unggoy rebels.

The four Sangheili noticed Kal'arn and the Fleetmaster, the warriors immediately bowed as they approach, the bow was most likely meant for the Fleetmaster, although Kal'arn couldn't tell whose Ekar was for.

"Young Kal'arn, you have grown much older since the last we saw" Toras said as he neared the two Sangheili.

"I do not understand…what bring you here, Elder Toras" Kal'arn asked with respect for his old mentor.

The Elder and Fleetmaster looked at each other and nodded, Toras let of something which was meant as a sigh and spoke up, "I bring ill news, young Kal'arn…your father…"

"What of my father?" Kal'arn asked, his worry was now growing, he hadn't heard from his father since…it had been many cycles…

"Your father…Ja'khar Khanee…is no more, he was felled in battle the previous year" Toras informed a hint of sorrow and remorse in his voice.

Impossible, that was all Kal'arn could think, how could his father, the greatest of their clan, their house, be felled in battle.

"Impossible…" Kal'arn uttered, he was doing an excellent work hiding his sorrow, something his father would be proud of.

"I am afraid that your Elder does not lie" Barutamee confirmed as he placed a hand on Kal'arn's shoulders, "Your father was a mighty warrior, a great General….and a dear Friend of mine…."

Kal'arn could simply not believe what he was hearing, first he had been attained the rank of Zealot by the Hierarchs themselves, something one would consider an honor at its greatest, and now he learned that his father was…dead?

"But…how…" Kal'arn said as he processed what he had heard.

"He was found dead inside a human port…it seemed he had engaged in a dual with someone…and lost" Barutamee explained.

It only raised further questions, who was skilled and strong enough to defeat his father…the average human soldier could barely hold their own against a Kig'yar, those Coffin Soldiers could somewhat hold their own against a Sangheili, but that is if they're in numbers….unless.

"Demons" Kal'arn murmured with venom, it was the only logical explanation.

"Which brings us to the main reason I am present here" Toras added gaining Kal'arn's attention. "The Elders of the clan have decided that you, Kal'arn, are eligible as the next Kaidon of Khan"

Kal'arn blinked once, then again…What? Was all he could think, this day was the most bizarre and confusing for him. "What…but…why?" was all he uttered.

"You are the next in line of succession, and you have already proven yourself worthy, have you not attained the rank of Zealot?" Toras asked, just how fast news could go around was always a mystery to Kal'arn.

"And now, it is your duty to carry the legacy of your father…and finish his fight" Barutamee said as he handed Kal'arn an Energy sword, it was a Domotos-pattern fireblade, one which his father had used.

Kal'arn looked down at the hilt of the energy sword, and took it off the hand of the Fleetmaster, staring at it as he was held in his own hands; Kal'arn raised his head and looked at Toras and the Fleetmaster. "Then I shall do what I must" Kal'arn said.

"Then I shall take my leave, my presence is needed elsewhere…Only fate shall decide whether we shall meet again, warrior" Barutamee said as he left the area.

"Come, Kal'arn, we must return back to Khan…your presence will be needed when you are hailed as the new Kaidon" Toras said as he began to lead Kal'arn into the shuttle.

Kal'arn halted mid way and looked at his Friend Ekar, "Come my Friend, we shall return home" Kal'arn said motioning Ekar and his two escorting elites to join him.

"Thank you…my Friend" Ekar said as he and the two minor joined Kal'arn as he boarded the shuttle which would soon depart for Khan.

March 28, 2531, 1345 hours

Location: Epsilon Eridani system, Reach, Marathon class heavy cruiser, Leviathan

Reach's orbit was filled with warships of varying classes, from frigates to Cruisers to large carriers.

Ever since the beginning of the war against the Covenant, Reach's defense had been tripled, and yet, some in FLEETCOM were still unsure if it would be enough if Reach were ever found by the Covenant.

It was in this defense fleet that the Marathon class heavy cruiser, Leviathan was a part of, even if it was temporary as soon, Vice Admiral Michael Stanforth who was the commanding officer of the cruiser would depart the system.

The Marathon's compared to the Halcyons were much more superior in terms of firepower, yet lacked the effective hull structure of the light cruiser which was the only real effective way to tank Covenant plasma.

Inside the Heavy Cruiser was where the now newly promoted, Commander Benedict Leroy found himself walking through.

It wasn't strange for him to be often called by the Admiral; he was one of the few that Vice Admiral Stanforth genuinely trusted.

Leroy had exited an elevator just few moments earlier which he had taken from the hanger bay, he had reviewed Tyler's report of the planet he called Trove.

To say he was terrified was an understatement; the Flood as Tyler called them actually not only terrifed but aslo traumatized Leroy, even though he hadnt been there in person, the reports and the short recording sent was enough to give him some sever trauma...

To know that there were something accustomed to Zombies, something which was only seen in old earth's fictions and what not.

He could only wonder what sort of chaos it would cause if the public or even those at Command learn of these Flood.

That was why he had agreed with Tyler's idea of keeping this locked away, no one, not even Doctor Halsey would learn of this, the personals who had encountered these Zombies would be instructed to keep silence on this topic, never to even remotely mention anything about it.

'Tyler…you damn genius' Leroy thought and grinned, he neared the entrance to the meeting room where he was to meet with the Admiral, near the entrance, there were two naval personals in their dress uniforms, each of them were armed with an MA5B assault, it wasn't every day to see naval personals using infantry weapons.

The two naval personals who were both Petty officers, saluted as Leroy neared the entrance, a salute which Leroy returned.

He tidied his uniform once last time before entering the meeting room.

The doors behind him slid shut as he entered, inside, there was a simply conference table with a cup of coffee and two chairs on both ends.

Admiral Stanforth sat on the farther end of the conference room, "Ah, Benedict, glad you could make it" Stanforth said as Leroy made his way over to the empty chair which was meant for him.

"It would be unlikely of me to miss an invitation from you, Sir" Leroy said as he sat down.

"Yes, Yes, I know" Stanforth said as he clasped his hands on the table. "Now, let's get straight to the point"

Leroy got serious as the Admiral said so, "I wanted to discuss with you about…Alpha-one and its operations" Stanforth said. "I've noticed it mostly undertakes Operations against insurrectionist"

"The insurrectionists are still a thorn, one which would only imbed itself deeper if left unchecked, and with the war against the covenant…that seems quiet unlikely at the moment with our forces so thinned out" Leroy explained.

"And one which HIGHCOM would owe a lot to, Kilo-two alone has reduced the insurrectionist activities by thirty percent over the past few months, their recent dealings with those, Stolen warheads alongside Blue team was another massive success, the capture of Graves has severely reduced the URF's capabilities…even if its temporary, we still have a much bigger fish to worry about" Stanforth commented.

"The war's really not going in our favor if you ask me, Admiral" Leroy said.

"I know…everyone at Command knows at this point…but giving up is not an option, and I'm sure that damn bastard Cole won't back down from any fights" Stanforth sighed.

"Sir, what are our options? Any bold strategies we have to counter the Covenant?" Leroy asked.

"Right now, the only effective options we have are the SPARTANs, I'm not supposed to share this with anyone…but I trust you can keep your lips sealed on this" Stanforth said, to which Leroy raised an eyebrow.

"You have my word, Admiral, everything that happens inside here, stays here" Leroy assured, interested in what the Admiral had.

"I've had some talks with Ackerson, I'm sure you know who he is" Stanforth said. Ackerson, of course Leroy would know who that bastard is, the Admiral further continued, "He's planning on starting another super soldier program, one similar to Halsey's, for now he has dubbed it as, SPARTAN III"

Leroy's eyes slightly widened, 'Another SPARTAN program?' he thought. There were simply so many ins and outs with what the Admiral just said.

"As you are familiar with…Halsey and Ackerson weren't really the best on terms…petty rivalry if you could say…if she finds even the slightest hints about it…there is going to be a lot of problems, both internal and external" Stanforth explained.

Leroy nodded in agreement; he was right after all, Doctor Halsey, for the brilliant mind she was, had an ego that simply couldn't be rivaled by any other, except for Ackerson maybe. "Anything on it you're further willing to share, sir?" Leroy tested his luck.

"Unfortunately, I have already spent all I could tell you, remember…this conversation never happened and you know nothing about the upcoming Project, am I clear?" Stanforth warned with a serious tone.

"Crystal, sir" Leroy assured.

"Excellent, now let's get back to things that should further be addressed" Stanforth stated as he sipped his cup of coffee.

--

The discussion with the Admiral, excluding the Project, had been mostly about Alpha-one and what plans Leroy had.

Kilo-Two was a massve sucess, both for the young Divison, and Leroy as well, Alpha-one was a massive gambit, one if done right would have gigantic gains for humanity.

However, One single team of ODSTs was not going to do the cut, more teams were needed...teams that were...unique, not afraid to used some...unorthodox methods.

There were a few in mind...but first, Kilo-Two still had to do alot of work, just to make sure not only allowling humanity to survive by working from the shadows, but also making sure Alpha-One wouldn't end up as a dead end.

Walking down the small hallways of the cruiser, Leroy pondered. The SPARTAN III, were bound to be a big wrench...one that either helps fix the war against humanity, or disturb the already overdrived UNSC war machine...it was either going to shoot the covenant, or instead shoot humanity itself on the foot...but.

Does Tyler know about this? It was mystery to Leroy, the knowledge he carried was already a massive victory for humanity, but what's the use of said knowledge if it's simply locked away, not by its wielder's will, but by those who would be the most beneficial with it.

If there weren't any immediate consequences for the Universe as a whole, Leroy and he was sure Halsey, would have squeezed every bit of knowledge that Tyler had on the covenant, the night he arrived.

But alas, time and reality is something Humanity cannot fathom with, and playing with it will have consequences which may spell the end of them all.

'Tyler…I hope you know what you're doing…at this point…it's all up to you and your decisions' Leroy thought, he didn't know how, but he had already made it to the Hanger bay. Sometimes, thoughts can really accelerate time.

There was a pelican waiting for him, one which would take him back down to Reach.

Leroy still had a lot of work to do; the amount of reports that got piled up in his office would make the damn pyramids, it was life as a commander, and one that works for ONI.

His schedule was tight, one, he had paper works, two, he had to attend a meeting, three, he had to brief Kilo-two on their next assignment, four, he had to go through countless of data banks and archives just to make sure Kilo-two had top notch intel for their assignment.

It was a lot, and it was going to be a burden that would only grow as the war progressed and escalated, however there was one solution on how Leroy could share his burden, one SPARTAN who was already a high enough rank to serve as his second in command in Alpha-One...maybe a helping hand...

'Let's see how good you are with management, Tyler' Leroy thought as a grin appeared on his face. He had already boarded the pelican as he continued to think, come to think of it...Tyler and on some part even he himself had come a long way since the early months of 2525, six years ago.

Date: UNKNOWN

Location: D--UNKNOW--AIN

Oversight…that was what this place does…no grand pillars, no grand statues, no grand castles, cathedrals, monasteries, Halls, temples, or a throne.

Quantity and Quality, one can be only focused on one, while decreasing the other.

But when one figures how to use both…that is when dominance begins.

Life is simply a particle, one that expands along with time, a speck of life can seed an entire Universe, a spoon full can satiate an entire Multiverse, but an ocean, can consume everything.

That is why death is a thing…Life and Death are black and white…everything is a black and white if one thinks, without the other, one cannot exist….Balance…as all things should be…or should it?

Space…a barrier that separates other Spaces, one which time cannot dictate, but can coexist.

What is Law, if it's not meant to be broken…..broken…a curse is a blessing, while a blessing is a curse….both are the same…it's just how one perceives them as such.

Reality can be anything one perceives, it may be silly on one end…but its reality on another…what is mortal…those who die with time?….or those who have an end?…Shackles are for slaves…prisoners…is life not shackled to their own universe?…those who break it…are convicts…but each convict has reasons…some are far noble than others.

Reasons are mere words…words that can be truth, lie…or both…lie is sweet, while truth is bitter…existence with truth is insufferable…existence with lie is delusional… balance…a balance of lie and truth coexist…it is what everything revolves around…balance…the unofficial law.

Balance is simply plain…no curves…no unevenness…for balance has no end or beginning.

There is no up, down, left, right….only Balance….Those who are born in balance are bound in their realities…balance can never be changed…but it can be manipulated…control…but never surpassed…but.

One who may leave it, but never use it, one who may watch, but never interfere, one who may guide, but never show, one who is boundless to anything, but himself, one who is one, but many.

An end has a beginning while a beginning has an end…but what if one were to be in non, one who can simply never be truly called Mortal, one is life, one is time, one is existence….and one is void….time and space, life and death, truth and lie, reality and broken….Balance

"A snap is all is it takes…but it also what it not takes…"

Knowledge, lust, hunger….what is hunger if not want…what is want if not hunger…..balance? What is limitless? Is it lawful if it surpasses balance…is it ones perception or is it simply sweetness…

"A beginning can be an end…and an end, be a beginning…Balance may not limit, but it regulates…."

One's mind can perceive, can create, destroy…life and death…balance….Peace and war…life and death…balance….or is it……Power and weakness…..Balance? Empty….empty….balance…..equal…balance….dark…light…Balance….

"Chosen may deem worthy…Balance may interfere…but it oughtn't to effect…Judgment…is enforcement…one ought to maintain balance…."

"There is no punishment…for punishment is what you believe….there is no purity if there is no corruption…there is no light…if there is no darkness...There is no Order...if there is no Chaos...No Kindness wirhout cruelty...no Love without hate...What a Balance...what a Balance…Nothing is usless...everything has a purpose…it is just that, one has to Find it…"

"But perhaps…the first…maybe be the last...one may be chosen first but he may also be last…the first…the finest…or is it?"

"Test…may only define a choice…a choice which may define the path of others…..they guide even if they deny…they teach…even if they do not learn…they learn…even if they do not harness…"

"Each is a warrior…but only one is a champion….one champion to surpass all……the Chosen…the passionate…the cowardly…the brave…everyone…has always a chance….a chance….which they may obtain….but never return…..a chance to begin…a chance to judge….a chance to change……..a chance to be what they dream…eternally"

"My…champions……..My Chosen….my enforcer….my servant……My Retainer"

A/N: The end….this is the end of a book…but simply a beginning, the start of a tale…the start of a story, a Journey…..and when it begins…it only can harbor one thing…Escalation…..so until then my dear readers….patience is the key to success…..what am I even saying….to confuse your enemy…confuse yourself….bye!

Actually...Hold on, something important, yet not...its answers to some questions which were never askes..

1. There is going to be a shit ton more books with Tyler, ofcourse i can't just en it with one book, this book...ending at Halo wars is simply a cliffhanger, not only for you all, but for me as a writer aswell.

2. Updates for the Second book may be less frequent, for the first book, most of the chapters were already pre written by me before hand...(Note: many things were added while i edited the last portions of chapter for the first book)...so for the secod book, i'll take it a bit slow, Alot of things arent really mentioned in the lore so I'll have to make do with what little Halo Wiki may provide...

3. Most likely, in the far future (not 40k years later, don't worry), after i've done a majority of Tyler's POV books...I'll probably write side stories for other characters or groups like Kilo-Two (100% sure i'll write one) and Kal'arn (Ironically the character i have most fun with, writing about...we all need some in-dept Covenant POV as wel)

Now...next thing...

CHARACTERs INTRODUCED [Only my Orignial Characters...so anyone not here...is actually in canon lore...]

OC (UNSC/Humans)

1. Tyler R Williams/Tyler 071 [Protagonist]

2. Benedict Leroy

3. Captain Rodriguez

4. Elijah Agar [Kilo-Two]

5. Elizabeth Kristine [Kilo-Two]

6. Martinez Garcia [Kilo-Two]

7. Oscar Wilding [Kilo-Two's Pilot]

8. Staff Sergeant Wilson

9. Corporal Henderson

10. Sullivan Wellesley

11. Clinton Rawly/

12. Lisa Devereaux/ Twister-49

13. Alexander 072 [Bravo-Team]

14. Owen 056 [Bravo-Team]

15. Robin [Tyler's OG friends]

16. Emily [OG Friend]

17. Andy [OG Friend]

COVENANT OCs

1. Ja'khar Khanee [Former Kaidon of Khan/ Sangheili General/FieldMaster/Zealot]

2. Kal'arn Khanee [Kaidon of Khan/ Sangheili Minor-Obidentiary/Officer-Commander-Zealot]

3. Ekar [Loyal Friend of Kal'arn, Sangheili Minor-Obidentiary/Officer]

4. Toras Khanee [Elder of Khan]

I think thats it...for the other characters not mentioned...check on Halowiki about them, of they show up...they're canon...of not...probably my OCs that i forgot to add here...

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Now truly...finished...the story shall be slammed with the Completed tag...unless i revamp some stuff (which i probably won't)...Thank you dear faithful readers for being with me till the end (While you read my book, i read your comments, your reviews...every new one, i read them...and i appreciate it)...i had the most fun writing this...and as said...This is only the begining...for another story, a Sequel to this one is to appear...so until then...stay well and safe...and be patient, for it often rewards you (not really lmao)...Love you all...adios, sayonara and tada farewell...Until next time haha...

Marshal Sun-

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