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He crouched there in the middle of the battle, silently staring at his hands, whitch were covered with blood of his own. A whisper tried to weaken his morale, his first battle as fully accepted battle brother of the chapter Golden ravens. And he had suffered nearly deadly wound from a first wave of enemy bolter fire. It was his pride and sense of invincibility that made him stand there in the middle of enemy fire with his power armor.

The whisper grow stronger at the back of his head. It made mockery of his naive thoughts about his power armor being impeneterable.”No I cannot die now”he whispered to himself, ”it cannot be my time.” The sound in his head feeled like getting even louder. “It’s not lethal” he said to himself and ducked for cover. “Fear denies faith, trust in Emperors grand vision” he muttered. But he shoke of fear and those words did not bring any comfort in his state.

His battle brothers began their attack. Soon they went past his cover. Company apotechary came to check his condition, and gave him some fast treatment and ordered him to stand up and continue fight. After the this he felt little better and caught up his unit quite quickly. Even the whispering voice was gone from his head when he saw how well the battle was going.

It was nearly the time to add finishing touches to the last of chaos marines. When ground started to shake as chaos drop pods hitted the ground. At the same moment a group of chaos terminators emerged trought teleport behind them. One hit, two hits, three hits...The bolter shots felt like they would only hit at the weak points of his armor and soon he fell to the ground without, even firing a single round towards enemy.

Then was only dark, in some level he had his conciousness. Now the silent voice shouted at his mind. But it was no speech, it was sensations, images and silent muttering behind it all. He saw greatness, he heard the bones crush under his foot and feeling pain like whole warprealm was going to emerge to reality trought his small mind. And then it was gone it was black with no consciousness.

Chaos marine looked down to the ground seeing shaking dying spacemarine, he pointed his bolter towards the face of suffering marine. Just as he was about to fire his bolter his commander intercepted “No this is one of us now” said the commander. And trought his blackout, marine could heard that.

Ihan ok juttu, mutta(Nyt äärimmäisen kumisevalla äänellä):

-muutama kielioppivirhe, jotka pistivät tällaisen enkkunillittäjän silmään kuin neula
z.B. "Chaos marine looked down to the ground seeing shaking dying spacemarine"

kun taas oikeasti se menee

The Chaos marine looked down to the ground, seeing a shaking, dying spacemarine

Mut hei älä välitä liikaa tällasesta p*skanjauhannasta, kirjottamalla sitä tulee vaan paremmaks.

Muuten ei yhtään hassumpaa, mut olis ihan kiva, jos tälle tulis jatkoa, niin ei jäis näin kummosen 'perättömäks'

Memory of pain. Death smelling in his nose. Vision of a demon. He recognised the vision, he had sawn it just a moment earlier. Or were there time, feeling of weightlessness and non-existing, it could have been an eternity. But now he saw those dim visions of greatness and glory clear. It was grande vision, the demon walking on battlefield crushing the burned bones of it’s enemies. Then the vision disapeared leaving a feeling of his mind imploding, and then again darkness.

After unmeasured time he came again awere of his existence.At first, again, came pain, then a sense of his limbs. He tryied to lift his arm, or so he tought. It touched something hard. Sensation of opening his eyes and yet again pain lunged trought his head, like he hasn’t ever openned his eyes. Dim light filled the space where he lied on his own blood. Power armor shredded from many different places. A presense of a other conciousness. “What, who’s there” he shouted. No one answered. Then the sensation disappeared. His sight started to clear. He lied on uncomfortable level bit higher from the floor. Everything was made from some dark and dirty looking metal.

Time passed, time with nightmares which came more and more familiar and comfortable. Not a long that he saw it, he saw that, what the weak imperium was to deny from him, what it denied from every man. In his dreams he saw the golden trhone where the immortal emperor were kept artificialy alive by sacrifice of his enemies. He saw every humans presense in the warp and their hidden desire to become one with it’s chaos.

More time passed before a first visitor came. No words were spoken it just fixed his armour and and gave him something small to eat. He had slept so much that he hasn’t noticed his hunger, it was actualy his first time since the inititon rite he was hungry. The life support system must have broken during the firefight. He ate the grotesk looking food, not even trying to guess what was in it. Then feeling dizzy he went back to his bed.

He saw no more dreams and when he woke up he was no longer in that steely prison. He rose up and picked bolter beside him, somehow he just knew where it was. He went outside the camp and fired few rounds, the gun shoke in his hands but he heard nothing. It was his sacrifice to chaos. A feeling of a anothers presense and he knew what to do. He went to the line of of other marines with many different colored armours. The only identical feature on armours were the red cross painted over the old company symbol. It was time to start his new training and time to take first steps of the grande plan still hidden from their senses.