I had always known that I would die fighting the Dark Angels, but why I had never really been determined.
Until, during the celebration between the Last Hour, and the one who brought it home to us all, I had heard this fantastic piece of writing. Looking back, I couldn't help but feel that he had some kind of special foresight, for it was his story I had heard, and it was as I related to it in full that I had first determined my own destiny and the path to my death.
Here is the story, for those of you that have not heard it yet. It was written by Brother Slymephyte, an agnostic astartes who (until I had heard it) had in fact not attended or participated in any of the celebrations of the Emperors' return. The tale that he wrote was perfect, the words he chose and the way he wrote it, was so plain and yet so amazing that I had kept thinking of it, week after week, even when on a long patrol where I had no opportunity to write it down.
Here it is, "The death of a capo":
(I have given the teller a false identity due to the fact that since hearing it I have sent multiple messages to his secret quarters, none of which have been answered. I have also tried to find him at the celebrations of the Erebus, and the Messiah (which he did not attend), but have not been able to get close enough to talk to him. I have also tried to find his quarters clandestinely, but have not been able to find them for a long time. I will one day, for I would live to find him again and tell him how his words have changed my life and my destiny. His words have both helped me and concerned me, but most of all have inspired me, so here I am writing the tale of my own tale. The man I am writing to is a great writer and I really wish to know him, even if we are not to be friends.
Before I begin let me warn you that this was an extremely long story, told by this Brother Slymephyte, and I have only found the parts that relate to me and my future, and I will relate them to you. I have taken out all of the chapters that are not relevant to my story, as well as the paragraphs that I have deemed not to be effective in the telling of this tale to you. I have kept the opening words the same, because they are important. So here it is, the tale of how the tale came to be, and how it changed my life forever:
As ever, these words disappear as individual thoughts, memories, and ideas. We know for a fact that humans are no longer and idea, but are just slaves left to their own devices. It is not their fault, for freedom was an idea to them.
I remember when I was a human, though I was very young, when I was still the children of the emperor. Everything was possible, and everything was pure, before I had seen the true horrors, of the Dark Angels.
I had always lived in a town, on the little red planet, that of Terra.