Bow Before The Lord Marshal

Some of the Past

   Darvik went back to cleaning up the glass shards of the mirror, then he cleaned up your hair from the floor. After he finished in the bathroom, he went over to the shards that were on the floor of the room.

"I was forced to convert," he says. "A long time ago."

   You look at him with sadness in your heart.

"It was long before Vaako was the Lord Marshal," he continued. "I saw him go from being a simple Necromonger warrior to Lord Marshall. His wife, however, pushed him into being as ruthless as he is now. At one time, he was kinder."

   You scoffed at that, and Darvik looked at you with a small smile.

"It's true," he said softly. "I should know. He and I were converted together."

   Suddenly, you seemed far more interested. Slowly, you walked over toward Darvik, and you sat on the cold floor. Darvik looked back to the shards on the floor, and he continued to clean up the shards.

"I never could become tough and strong, but the Necromongers do need servants, so here I am," he stated.

   Picking up the last shard, he stood up.

"I can't stay," he said sadly. "I am to leave once I finish cleaning."

  You got up and walked up to him. Placing a hand on his arm, you look him in the eye.

"W-why... d-does he... have... interest in me," you asked.

   Darvik tilted his head, obviously confused.

"I didn't know he had any interest in you," Darvik said. "Other than pulling you from your cell, but he's been pulling prisoners from cells. He has been going over paperwork, and doing things that a Lord Marshal should do between converting worlds."

   You sighed, and looked at the floor with frustration.

"However, he's never brought a prisoner to his chambers," he stated.

   You looked up at him immediately.

That is interesting, you thought.

   Darvik smiled, then he turned toward the door. Just before he walked out, he looked back at you.

"I hope to see you again soon," he said, then he was gone, and the last sound you heard was the door locking.

   The loneliness set in almost immediately after he left. The room was silent... too silent. It left a pain in your heart. You'd been alone for so long, and to be around someone friendly was welcoming to you. Why did it have to be short lived though?
   Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked over to the bed and sat. You looked at the door, and you began to think.

Why did this Lord Marshal have such an interest in you, you thought.

What made you so special? Was it because you were half Furyan or was it something else? He smelled me... what does that have to do with anything. That I know of, Necromongers didn't have a great sense of smell. Not like Furyans.

You continued to think and wonder. You kept on doing this until your head began to hurt. Shaking your head a little, you felt exhausted, but you didn't feel comfortable enough to just sleep out in the open.
   Slowly, you got up and walked into the bathroom. Looking at the bathtub, you decided it was going to be the best place for sleep. From the bathroom, you could hear if the door unlocked, and it could give you time to ready yourself for any attack. Climbing into the tub, you layer down in it. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it made you feel safer than the bed would've.
   Taking a deep breath, you felt sleep begin to take you. Closing your eyes, and somewhat fighting it, you fell into a light sleep.

——— Dream ———
You were on Helion Prime. The sun was shining brightly, and you ran through the streets of New Mecca with your friends. You were happy, and you felt free. You knew you had to be home soon, but you didn't have a worry in the world. however, next thing you know, it's night and Helion Prime is being attacked. First thing you saw was the comet, then the blast from the force of something hitting the planet's surface, and finally, there was gunfire and explosions. As quickly as you could, you ran toward your home, but it was a struggle with everyone running for safety.
   Next thing you knew, you were home, but the house was destroyed. Tears rolled down your face, and you quickly ran toward the ruble. Digging through both large and small pieces, you cried "Mother!" Finally, you came to find her hand, then you continued to dig and dig until her whole body was uncovered. You cried as you placed a hand on your mother's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," you said over and over. "I'm sorry I didn't come home on time."

   You sat there, rocking her back and forth, and held her body close to you. You didn't know how much time passed, but you didn't care. The sun began to rise, but you still sat there in the ruble of your home. You didn't hear them, or see them coming, but Necromongers ran toward you. One grabbed you, and another ripped your mother's dead body from your arm.

"No," you screamed. "Please, Mother!"

   But the Necromongers didn't care. They took what they wanted, and they wanted you. Dragging you, until you quit fighting, away. Soon, there are other people being taken to who knows where. Eventually, you all arrive gathered together, with Necromonges surrounding you all. Tears streamed down the faces of many, including yours. Some seemed to be staring off into space, and others looked at the Necromongers around them.
  
   After that, you're suddenly being held down by a group of Necromongers. The Lord Marshal walks up to you and smiles.

"That was a good try, but you're too slow," he taunted, then he turned toward the man who killed a large male Necromonger.

   Next thing you know, you're being taken into a ship, then you're thrown in a cell. Then, darkness.