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The Emperor Protects

Alderic ran as fast as he could.

He could hear constant baying of his hunters and the eerie howls of the warp beasts.

Dead.

His regiment, Catachan 197th Storm Bringers were en route to aid an Imperial world from a dark eldar raid.

Before they reached the damned world, their ships were intercepted.

Dark eldars boarded them. The men fought hard but ultimately, they die or get captured.

The world is already in the hands of the dark eldars.

And the captives, are either tortured, toss into gladiator rings or hunted for sports.

Alderic saw his comrades died. All of them.

Despair sunk in.

The skies were dark and wept heavy torrents of rain, accompanied by the angry roars of thunder.

‘Who am I? Trooper Alderic Hoffheim. Merciful Emperor, save me or just end me now.’

He wept as the skies wept.

A broken man, the fire in him died.

Alderic survived the gladiator rings twice, seeing his comrades tortured slowly or killed instantly.

Now he is sport, armed with the chainsword and a boltgun, looted from the dead commisar that fought beside him.

The baying and howls got louder, and he stood up, wanting to meet his death on his feet like a Guardsman should.

He began reciting a dirge, an ancient custom from Catachan.

The hunters came, mandrakes and homonculi with the warp beasts.

The leader, came at him and laughed.

‘Giving up already, mon keigh?’

Alderic had his head hung low.

With a sudden jerk, he fired the boltgun squared at the leader’s face.

The mandrakes howled and jumped at him as the other homunculi unholstered their weapons.

He fought like a man possessed, killing everything within the range of his chainsword and boltgun.

But for every of those bastards killed, there are more to replace them.

The fight took its toll, and finally, he was tired out and crippled.

He’d laugh but his lungs were working hard enough to keep him breathing properly.

A homonculus stood above him, a dagger pointed directly to Alderic’s face.

Alderic closed his eyes and muttered, “Death to the aliens”

The dark eldars sniggered and laughed, but out of nowhere, a popping sound and then silence.

Alderic felt something liquid splattered on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was blood.

Then, the roar of thunder and panicked scream of dark eldars.

He tried to sit up, trying to make sense of what is happening.

In a blur, a giant clad in black power armor and draped in a crimson cape was in front of him, slashing and killing.

Many more were in the midst, slaying the hated aliens.

It was glorious.

Then came a man, also dressed in similar fashion, but for a stylized “I” hung in front of his chest.

He smiled and reached out his hand.

He pulled Alderic up and he saw the giant that stood over him and nine more others.

“Brother, the Emperor has send you salvation.”

 

Fan fiction of Warhammer 40k [Based on the Deathwatch Space Marines]

Note: I’m bored and yeah, if it sucks do comment why. As long as I learn, do not really care about comments that are hurtful yet useful

 

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,
naught be all else to me, save that thou art;
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, thou my true word,
I ever with thee and thou with me Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Be thou my battle shield, sword for the fight;
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight;
Thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tower:
Raise thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise:
Thou mine inheritance now and always;
Thou and thou only first in my heart;
High King of Heaven, my treasure thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O Bright Heaven’s sun!;
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
In a world, where music is tainted and corrupted. This song, rings like a prayer. A pure and honest prayer, by a song writer long dead. 
Be Thou My Vision
Be Thou My Wisdom
I love this hymn a lot more now =)

I.Feel.Emo.

=(

A girl, holding her father’s hand.

The sun rises, bathing everything slowly in its golden radiance.

The little girl squinted her eyes, one arm shielding her eyes and another holding to her father.

‘Glorious, isn’t it?’ said the father, smiling.

They walked down the length of the beach.

The morning breeze gently brushes the pair.

The girl, smiling, running around the beach, care free.

The father, his eyes always kept on his daughter, smiling and shaking his head.

Such innocence, a beautiful smile.

A wail broke him from his reverie.

The girl sat down on the beach, clutching her foot.

Crimson vitae trickled down, marring the golden sands crimson.

The father, ran to her.

His face a mask of panic.

He knelt down beside her, checking her foot as she sobbed gently.

‘Pa… It hurts…’

‘I know, dear. Hold on, kay?’

A peck on her forehead, he looked around to see what has cut his daughter’s foot.

He saw, a black, broken shard.

‘This might hurt a bit, hold on, kay’?

She nodded, still sobbing.

In one swift movement, he pulled out the shard, more blood flowed from the wound.

She whimpered and sobbed harder, ‘Pa… I am feeling dizzy,’ as she moved to hug her father.

The father, looked around, something caught his eyes.

He started digging and to his horror, he found a buried sea urchin.

Her breathing became irregular.

He carried her on his back and ran.

His mind raced and thought of a resort nearby, which may have a clinic.

The resort is half a kilometre away.

He ran.

Glass shards, broken corals raked his feet.

He felt none of it.

His daughter, initially sobbing has gone quiet.

He cried, none of the pain on his feet registered, only the pain in his heart, fearing that he might lose his daughter.

He kept running, leaving behind bloody path.

He could see it, the resort, so near.

Sharp pain lanced through his legs and he fell, his feet a bloody mess.

He screamed for help, wailing and begging for someone to save his daughter.

Workers came, some tried to assist him but he pushed his daughter to their arms, denying any help for himself.

‘She’s been poisoned! Get her help! Now!’

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*20 years later*

She pushed his wheelchair.

The morning breeze, gently brushed her long hair.

The sun’s radiance, broke the horizon.

She hugged the man.

‘Thanks, I know I said this too many times, but thanks…’ she mumbled, tears streaking down her cheeks.

The man hugged her back.

‘Don’t worry, girl, I love you…’ said the old man.

As father and daughter, they looked on to the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise.

what if Your blessings come thru raindrops
what if Your healing comes thru tears
what if a thousand sleepless nites are what it takes to know You’re near
what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise..

A walk, with Him is never easy.. But you’ll find the footprints left behind, are His, left behind in the sands.. He carries you through the worst of it all.

– Inspired by Grace Chu’s status update on Facebook =) 

Tired

A weight on my shoulder, or perhaps, soul?

I know not.

It feels heavy.

Crippling.

The heavy chains clinking as I move.

Gravity tugging at them, adding to the burden, dragging me down.

Bounded, caged.

When will this end?

How do I get out of this?

I feel tired.

A poor soul, looking to the skies, hoping one day he will soar with his brethren once more.

 

Longing for the skies

Life =(

Life. Pfft!

People say life’s never like a bed of roses, but I beg to differ.

Life IS a bed of roses, beautiful, looks easy but once you’re lying on it, it’s a pain in the ass.

No complaints here, choices we made affects our life.

Time to make smarter choices now.

Worry, what?

Life is always full of uncertainties.

Cliché as it is but this phrase is oh so true.

Studies, work, starting a family, my future.

Matthew 6:25-33 says not to worry, God provides.

 

Matt. 6:29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

The assurance, Matt. 6:33 But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

Worries? Who needs them? He practically screamed DON’T WORRY LAH! in these verses. So yea, worry not, work hard and seek Him first =)