By Greg Bear
A very long time in the past, i used to be a residing, respiring person. I went mad. I served my enemies. They grew to become my in basic terms friends.
Since then, I’ve traveled from side to side throughout this galaxy, and out to the areas among galaxies--a better succeed in than any human prior to me.
You have requested me to inform you approximately that point. because you are the final real Reclaimer, i have to obey. Are you recording? solid. simply because my reminiscence is failing quickly. I doubt I’ll have the ability to end the story.
Once, on my birth-world, an international I knew as Erde-Tyrene, and which now's referred to as Earth, my identify used to be Chakas...
In the wake of obvious self-destruction of the Forerunner empire, humans--Chakas and Riser--are like flotsam washed up on very unusual seashores indeed.
Captured via the grasp Builder, lost in the course of a livid conflict in house, they now locate themselves on an inverted international the place horizons upward thrust into the sky, and the place people of all types are trapped in a deadly cycle of horror and forget. For they've got turn into either learn animals and strategic pawns in a cosmic video game whose insanity is aware no end--a online game of historical vengeance among the powers who seeded the galaxy with existence, and the Forerunners who anticipate 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In the corporate of a tender woman and an outdated guy, Chakas starts an epic trip throughout a misplaced and broken Halo looking for a fashion domestic, a proof for the warrior spirits emerging up inside, and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 an eye on of either this Halo and the destiny of Forerunners and people alike.
Called the Captive via Forerunners, and the Primordial via old human warriors, this intelligence has taken cost of, and retasked, the grasp Builder’s merciless researches into the Flood--which it will possibly have itself unleashed at the galaxy greater than 10000 years sooner than.