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Extract from the Book of White, Cronicles of Crusaders.

The Initiation:

“from afar I hear a scream, emotionless and cold
instantly I stop my run, that one thing I was told

killing an alien is my task, the final test for me
to proof if I’m as stubborn as a templar needs to be

one more time a vicious scream the same I heard before
but more intense and louder, it hits me to the core

it hurts so much I tumble and sink down on my knees
from up the trees approaching, revealing falling leafs

out of the tree it jumps and runs with inhuman speed
a moving shadow black and brown, a storm of crushing feet

it moves as fast as silent and hits me deathly hard
but all I feel is righteous zeal inflaming from my heart

the strike pushes me backwards so I can see the beast
a lictor stares right down on me, ten feet tall at least

it looks at me suspicious with horror in its eyes
and as I know I have to go my guardian arrives

in shiny golden armour the emperor appears
side by side we charge and fight as if we are old peers

forward, forward Marcus, I hear him shouting out
and within half a second my chain sword roars with proud

cutting off an alien leg and one spiky arm
my guardian counters attacks protecting deadly harm

but wounded badly many times I can not further fight
when just in time a thunderhawk transmitts "target in sight"

blasting it to peaces that fly all through the air
I notice I’m alone again the lords are no more there

sinking on my knees again I immediately faint
dreaming of the castle white where I once was trained

dreaming for three days until I finally wake up
lying in the halls of white the only home I’ve got

one new arm, one new eye and an exchanged heart
iron fist, iron will, their death will be my art”

Marcus of White, Chapter Master of the Legion of White