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The sun was slowly setting in the dust filled skies of Prospero, giving an eerie red glow that covered that part of the world. There a stormbird made from the finest Auric was flown down onto the ground. Its arrival kicked up the sands which disturbed what little wildlife was upon this magnificent planet.
A Tailgate was lowered as several men in golden armor rushed past him. Each of whom were magnificent warriors in their own right, each of whom he had once talked to in seeking some semblance of guidance from. Let it be the diplomatic or war approaches which had taken place.
The Emperor of Mankind stepped out from his personal Storm Bird and looked out to the horizon. Around him were magnificent spires and pyramids that reminded him of the most ancient days of humanity that he was a part of. Back then they were built to honor the dead and Gods alike, here they were used to tap into the latent powers that humanity mistaken as Gods.
It was a good step, a good ideal to set oneself towards. When he stepped upon the souls he understood the history that had led them to this point and understood all the pains which brought them to this point. If he was not filled with joy, he would have shed a tear for how many died for such lessons to be learned.
Before him, kneeling upon the ground was a red giant. He had known him before their birth, for they had talked when the Primarch first tapped into the warp. It was an odd experience but such issues happened when the development of his mind needed to be unbound to the development of his body.
For a second the Emperor felt shame as he glanced upon his son’s red skin. Such skin was caused by his son’s careful introduction into the Warp. It had stained his flesh with its power as the Primarch’s flesh attempted to build resistance to its burdening effects. What saddened the Emperor was that his son will never be able to truly count himself among the ranks of mankind and will always be known as the psyker that he was.
“Father…” The giant said as he looked up to gaze at the Emperor, “You are just how I imagined you.”
That was a statement of fact and understanding. Words spoken not in wonder but knowing that there was something afoot. The test was passed.
“Magnus, long have I wished to see you once again.” The Emperor told his son as he tried to show a smile.
“Has something happened?” Magnus asked as he recognized the pain that was upon the face of the Emperor.
The Emperor of Mankind looked out into the Universe for a long second and reached out, his eyes gazing upon the planet of Xana and then upon a single point. From there he saw him, he saw his son’s flesh move as death failed to claim it.
“It is an issue that I will need to discuss with Malcador at a later date.” The Emperor said as he turned back to his red son.
>Upon the Ship
>At home
>In the Crypt
>Terra
