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Valdor picked up the wooden guardian spear, he nearly smirked at the sight, he was certain this was delivered by Malcador. The Emperor was too busy for such matters, too many decisions to make time for this child. Valdor caught an odd detail to the spear. Instead of the bolter attachment, it was an adrathic beamer. Valdor paused, then resolved himself, with a long exhale. Valdor held out the toy-spear to the child.
“This is a guardian spear, a weapon used by us custodians. It is a tool to slay the enemies of the Imperium. You will learn to wield it, you will know every pieces, every moves, every advantages and its weaknesses. This will be an extension of your body.”
If Malcador believed Pangea could be a true daughter of The Emperor, then he would do his duty. This child already existed like the primarchs, but she would be molded into a custodes.
“Does that mean…” Pangea’s eyes widened as it sparkled. “I’m a custodes!”
“No. Absolutely not.” Valdor said.
Pangea’s smile fell. An odd twinge poke his heart.
“Not yet.” Valdor corrected.
“Really?” Pangea’s smile returned.
“I make no promises.”
Valdor tossed the guardian spear, which landed on the ground with a loud, rattling, thunk.
“Tomorrow you will catch it.”
Pangea picked up the spear and held it. Valdor replied in kind, the giant stood with Apollonian Spear in his hands. Pangea
>Charged
>Stayed her hands
>Quickly fell back
