Post by argulus on Dec 6, 2020 16:13:16 GMT
Hello everyone, I'm new here and I thought I'd try posting a story. If things go as planned, it will be a story posted in ten parts. While I don't want to give the entire plot away, I will say this much. Most of the story will be told from the point of view of a tyranid. I hope folks will excuse a bit of creative license on my part as I try to do this.
Anyway, here is the prologue. Hopefully it's a decent read. I'll try to get chapter 1 posted soon.
Prologue – Musings Beneath a Desolate Sky
A lone figure strode across a desolate plain, moving steadily beneath the baleful heavens. Clouds of dust drew thinly across the sky, their edges luminous in the fading daylight. The sun blazed wearily on the horizon, rusty hues spreading upwards into the blackening night. High above, half hidden among the clouds, she could see the violet curvature of the gas giant this moon orbited. Its ring system glittered menacingly, poised like a dagger towards the horizon.
She looked forward again, her goal now in sight ahead. A monolith of worn obsidian stood out against the jaundiced sands, a blackened fang pointing to the few scattered stars above. The air was calm for the moment, though she knew how quickly this could change. Her pace quickened, and soon she was standing beneath the massive shape.
How many times had she stood here, working through the symbols? How deeply had she peered into the abyss? Yet it was necessary. She paused a moment, looking to the reddening horizon, and a flash of memory came to her unbidden and unwanted. Dried blood on shattered wraithbone. She looked quickly back to the dark stone before her, and another image flashed in her mind. A mask cracked and ruinous, its half grin warped and twisted by the clawed hand grasping it. Her eyes closed behind her own mask, and she meditated awhile to drive these apparitions off. She could not afford to be distracted now.
When her eyes opened, it was with renewed purpose and serenity. With careful precision, her motions flowed between the symbols on the stone. Though most were half worn away, she could still see them clearly. She understood enough now, and she was ready. A sickly glow began to emanate from the depths of the corrupted monolith, and a sudden shard of cold light speared upwards into the sky. The world shook around her for a few seconds, with sufficient violence to almost bring her to her knees. When she regained her footing, she saw a steady pillar of vile luminescence rising up to profane the tortured sky.
Quickly she turned and began walking away from this place without so much as a backward glance. The beacon had been lit, and soon it would draw new life to this forgotten corner of the galaxy. This long uninhabited moon would become a crucible. So many years of preparation, and at last she would see a new weapon forged, here among the ghoul stars.