When Destiny Burns, Ep. 1: A Halo and Inheritance Cycle Crossover

Chapter 2. 4 Odds

Dragon, he thought. It's a dragon.

But that was impossible. Dragon's didn't exist...and neither did magic. It was obvious, someone was trying to make a world reminiscent of a classic medieval story. It didn't explain how that person had possibly created something that was so realistically draconic, unless the people here had access to a lab and equipment to genetically alter certain organisms.

He sighed, realizing what needed to be done. He needed to ask someone for assistance...he needed to know about the viability of a dragon being real.

Unless...every Spartan had been educated in physics and biology. in the past. Was there a chance that on some planet, there had really been an evolutionary process resulting in dragons? Or had the Forerunners, in their ancient desire to meddle and experiment, creating them?

He needed more answers, and until he had them he couldn't judge. And this creature had obviously been important to his enemy. No, he couldn't kill it. He would take it with him and perhaps travel to the Varden, to see if they might offer him assistance. The enemy of his enemy and all that.

He scooped the little black dragon from the ground. The creature offered no resistance despite the fact that it had initially attempted to harm him.

With the small reptile in his arms, he started moving again. It didn't take him very long to exit the forest and travel towards the next place of interest. He had his eyes set on a small city south of the forest, one he had spotted when he had been standing on top of another, especially large hill. Only with the magnification on his visor set to the most extreme range did he see what was moving around the town.

More soldiers in red was what was moving around the town.

The Spartan started making his way down the slope, leaving the small forest far behind him. In the thirty minutes he had spent making his way from the place of hatching and the hill he was standing on at the moment, the little dragon had recovered and started to exhibit a frustrating amount of animal behavior. It started to growl, twist and trash around in his arms, trying to escape his grasp.

"Easy," He told the thing, still not knowing why the creature had been able to force such major biological effects onto him. Every now and then something touched his mind, trying to break through...something that was on his mind. It was as if some external instinct was attempting to get through to him, telling him things.

Of course, such an experience could be explained by all kinds of things. Hallucinations brought upon by the might-be poison of the dragon...some other, external source that might be influencing his sanity in some way or the other.

But...he didn't really think it was anything like that. He had felt the "experience" only after the brief and explosive contact with the little animal, leading him to think that it might be the diminutive reptile that had sought contact with his mind.

It HAD been a sense of hunger that he had been feeling in the back of his mind...it could be explained as the creature somehow having tapped into his neural interface, sending him signals to allow him to understand what it wanted. That could easily explain it to be the apex predator on this world, referred by the primitive humans. The question was...just what did it want?

This whole thing was a bit strange. He knew that his own body was intimately linked with his suit; his thoughts were all converted into signals for the MJOLNIR to undertake. If he thought of a movement, the suit performed it. Things didn't just interfere with it, that just didn't happen. Whatever he was feeling had to be something exerted on his mind and his mind alone...or it was so incredibly powerful that it could interfere with his neural interface, in which case he was in really deep trouble. But...the sensations hadn't been as strong as to actually make him do anything. They were just there...like a dropship trying to enter a sealed Carrier.