By Greg Bear
A very long time in the past, i used to be a dwelling, respiring man or woman. I went mad. I served my enemies. They grew to become my in simple terms friends.
Since then, I’ve traveled from side to side throughout this galaxy, and out to the areas among galaxies--a larger succeed in than any human sooner than me.
You have requested me to inform you approximately that point. because you are the final precise Reclaimer, i need to obey. Are you recording? stable. simply because my reminiscence is failing quickly. I doubt I’ll manage to end the story.
Once, on my birth-world, a global I knew as Erde-Tyrene, and which now's known as Earth, my identify was once Chakas...
In the wake of obvious self-destruction of the Forerunner empire, humans--Chakas and Riser--are like flotsam washed up on very unusual shorelines indeed.
Captured via the grasp Builder, lost in the course of a livid conflict in area, they now locate themselves on an inverted global the place horizons upward push into the sky, and the place people of every kind are trapped in a deadly cycle of horror and forget. For they've got develop into either examine animals and strategic pawns in a cosmic video game whose insanity understands no end--a video game of old vengeance among the powers who seeded the galaxy with existence, and the Forerunners who count on to inherit their sacred Mantle of accountability to all residing things.
In the corporate of a tender woman and an outdated guy, Chakas starts an epic trip throughout a misplaced and broken Halo looking for a fashion domestic, a proof for the warrior spirits emerging up inside of, and for the Librarian’s tampering with human destiny.
This trip will take them into the Palace of soreness, the area of a robust and titanic intelligence who claims to be the final Precursor, and who now has keep watch over of either this Halo and the destiny of Forerunners and people alike.
Called the Captive by way of Forerunners, and the Primordial through old human warriors, this intelligence has taken cost of, and retasked, the grasp Builder’s merciless researches into the Flood--which it will probably have itself unleashed at the galaxy greater than 10000 years earlier than.