I am a lesser son of greater fathers.
I am the descendant of men who carried the human race from its infantile cradle to the mantle of supremacy across the galaxy.
I am the son of warriors whose tread shook the stars and whose fury shattered civilisations, whose courage turned back the shroud of Old Night, and whose honour has served as an example for generations since passed, and for those yet to come.
I am the last in a long line of warrior-heroes who have left their indefatigible mark on the course of human history, and who will be revered forever more across the ages as legends. And rightly so.
Yet I am no legend. Nor am I a hero. I am the last of my brothers and the most fallible of them all. I am the sole survivor, the outcast, the lone wanderer who stood, paralysed, as his brothers were cut down and murdered by those who should have been our kinsmen and shield-brothers.
My sin is that I live, while those who were far worthier than I, far nobler and doughtier men, lie dead.
I am a lesser son of greater fathers, and by what authority is vested in me by the Primarch and by the Emperor, beloved by all, I swear I will avenge my fallen brothers and reap such a tally amongst their murderers that I might stand as an equal amongst my brothers in the afterlife.
-from the journal of an unknown battle-brother, XIIIth Legion 'Ultramarines', company and Chapter unknown
Edited by BrotherCaptainArkhan, 16 July 2017 - 07:45 PM.