Godset

Planet

The Eldar ship glided through the stars with an eerie grace, its sleek hull a stark contrast to the grim reality within. Lileath, once a young girl on a doomed hive world, now found herself amidst alien beings who spoke of prophecies and powers beyond her comprehension. She lay on a cold examination bench, her body bruised and battered, a testament to the violence that had engulfed her village.

Around her, Eldar figures moved with purpose, their movements fluid yet tense. They spoke in hushed tones, their pointed ears twitching at every sound. Lileath struggled to grasp the situation, her mind still reeling from the sudden shift in her fate.

"Why this state?" demanded a voice, firm yet tinged with concern. It belonged to Karuchi Vohra, an Eldar seer whose piercing gaze seemed to see through Lileath's very soul.

"Slavhreenur, maybe..." muttered another voice in response, the words carrying an air of uncertainty.

Lileath's senses were overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sights and sounds. Her mind felt disjointed, as if reality itself had been fractured. She tried to speak, to make sense of the chaos around her, but her words came out slurred and confused.

"Lileath..." The Eldar gathered around her looked on with worry etched on their faces, their eyes filled with a mix of pity and curiosity.

In her disoriented state, Lileath struggled to piece together the events that had led her here. She thought back to her former life, now a distant memory overshadowed by the harsh reality of her current predicament. The Eldar, with their advanced technology and enigmatic ways, seemed to know more about her than she did herself.

As if sensing her confusion, a sudden flash of light caught Lileath's attention. A stone, or something akin to it, shimmered in the dimly lit chamber. "Ceiba-ny-shak," muttered one of the Eldar beside her, the words sounding alien yet strangely familiar.

Her mind continued to struggle against the fog that clouded her thoughts. Each movement felt delayed, as if her body and mind were out of sync. She attempted to sit up, but a gentle yet firm hand pushed her back onto the examination bench.

"Amon Harakht!" The exclamation echoed through the chamber, its meaning lost on Lileath as she tried to make sense of the Eldar's intentions.

Karuchi Vohra leaned closer, her expression softening slightly. "You are more than you know, Lileath," she said, her voice carrying an air of solemnity. "There is power within you, waiting to be awakened."

Lileath's mind struggled to grasp the weight of Vohra's words amidst the chaos of her surroundings. Before she could respond, alarms blared throughout the Eldar ship, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. The ship trembled violently as if struck by a colossal force from the outside.

Eldar warriors rushed to secure their positions, their movements swift and coordinated. The once serene environment now echoed with urgent commands in the Eldar tongue, a language Lileath still struggled to understand fully.

Vohra's eyes widened with concern as she glanced towards the viewport, where the darkness of space was punctuated by flashes of distant explosions. "Space Marines," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with both fear and determination.

Lileath, still weak from her ordeal, felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She remembered tales of the Space Marines from her studies, relentless warriors of the Imperium, feared and revered across the galaxy. Why were they attacking the Eldar ship? What did they want with her?

"Stay close to me," Vohra commanded, her voice now resolute as she helped Lileath to her feet. The young girl stumbled slightly, her body protesting against the sudden movement after days of hiding and uncertainty.