AXILONS APOSTLES

A space hulk floats innocently a light year away from a planet in imperial hands. Yet, in the space hulk are ten thousand newly traitorous space marines. Inside a meeting is going on. “Our former recruiting planet, bassoon would do well in our hands,” said a space marine in their usual deep mechanical voice. All of them still looked like their chapters space marines, yet they bore crudely made spikes and icons. “Yes, it will”. “Let us make plans to take it back.” “We will make a frontal assault, a small one”. “But how?!” “Oh don't worry what will be happening”. “So for the assault I will be commanding Arkans illusions,” said the sorcerer lord known as Axilon. He has a silver helmet, glowing blue fiery eyes and a black shoulder plate with a skull that had a cobra slithering out of it. Among other parts of the room was Arkan, an apprentice to Axilon who had silver armour and cool blue eyes and a pair of elaborate horns. There was also Nohir, sitting almost alone in the corner of their table. He had dull grey battle worn armour and black coal eyes with a red rim and he held his large daemon weapon whereas everyone else had put them away. And lastly was the incapacitated Estar, his arms and legs amputated so he could fit in the dreadnoughts coffin. He stared with his cold white eyes. “I hereby declare this meeting over’. Said Axilon. “Tell your men what to do”. Estar had his coffin carried away as everyone left the room…but Axilon stayed behind. When everyone left he took his staff, it glowed and an amulet floated out of his armour. It was blazing many colors and lodged itself into the wall. The outline of a door blazed with the colors of the amulet. The wall disappeared and a portal swirling with the amulets color. Three black clad noise marines came through the door and walked with Axilon through the portal. And then…nothing was left in the room but the battle plans on the table.

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Chapter one. Stay tuned for more on young writers vault.

NURLAN