This is one of the best FF I've ever read.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Master Chief Wow great stuff here. Thank you! [/quote]Wait, so you're the guy who took the username I wanted :L

Wow great stuff here. Thank you!

It's weird, I'm more attached to these characters then anything else I've ever read. The character development is excellent.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog Next part shouldn't be too long, expect a lot of groundbreaking events to transpire in the next few chapters. I'm surprised no one's commented upon the [i]Insurrection[/i] reference I sneaked into the last chapter. ;)[/quote] I got the reference, but didn't bother commenting on it since I assumed it'd be obvious. :P

I'm about two years late to the party, but it's still going strong, I see. Great work on your story. You really make me sad inside when I reflect over the millions of Covenant I've slaughtered over the years... I do say, an apologetic tea party is in order.

so just wondering do u have any idea when the next part will be out cuz this is one of the greatest series ever

That they both took place on the Placid Enrichment? I didn't really think about it until you said something.

Next part shouldn't be too long, expect a lot of groundbreaking events to transpire in the next few chapters. I'm surprised no one's commented upon the [i]Insurrection[/i] reference I sneaked into the last chapter. ;)

Wow. Couple of months away from the gallery and I come back to True Sangheili blossoming into a riveting story. I'm astounded by how much character development has been going on. Can't wait for the next part!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog I don't really care, it's just fan fiction.[/quote] SACRILEGE! :P

i like what ive read so far it keeps getting better

The next part better be a happy one. Zharn and Akrin need a vacation like Sorran.

That was... very sad. Once again, you did a wonderful job on this.

Sarcasm always is hard to tell through text. This conversation is completely on topic anyway. So lets keep talking about it. (That actually was sarcasm, so can we not go off topic before the thread gets locked?)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand It's... still not perfect. I spotted spelling mistakes >:)[/quote] I don't really care, it's just fan fiction, not literary prose. I barely find the time to write it, I don't have the time to meticulously proof-read it too.[/quote]It appears you barely have time to notice the sarcasm too.[/quote] Bit hard to tell over the internet.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand It's... still not perfect. I spotted spelling mistakes >:)[/quote] I don't really care, it's just fan fiction, not literary prose. I barely find the time to write it, I don't have the time to meticulously proof-read it too.[/quote]It appears you barely have time to notice the sarcasm too.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand It's... still not perfect. I spotted spelling mistakes >:)[/quote] I don't really care, it's just fan fiction, not literary prose. I barely find the time to write it, I don't have the time to meticulously proof-read it too.

It's... still not perfect. I spotted spelling mistakes >:) Anyways, it's another chapter, yay! [EDIT] And I just noticed, from this post on I'm an Honorable [u]Legendary[/u] Member! Hurray! [Edited on 07.06.2011 6:47 AM PDT]

Yay! Another part! Wait. It's over already! [url=http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/]Nooooooooooooooo!!!![/url] On a more serious note, great stuff again. ETA on next part?

Great stuff. Very... haunting, for lack of a better word. The memories told in this had a very dark and somber tone to them, they don't pull any punches.

* * * He was in a small apartment. Poorly lighted, with minuscule windows and little in the way of advanced technology from what he could see. Zharn looked down. He seemed to be sitting on a chair. Or to be more accurate, tied to one. "I thought you were dead," he spoke to the Sangheili standing in the doorway. Ahkrin stepped out of the shadows, and stared down at Zharn coldly. He wore a dark woollen coat which almost touched his feet and a small pentagon hung around his neck. The Shadow of the Relic's symbol. Tatoos lined his bare arms, none of them pleasant or subtle. "You hoped," Ahkrin thought to correct, laughing without any joy in his voice. Zharn shook his head. "Don't be absurd. Why am I tied up?" Ahkrin stared down at the ropes binding him to the wooden chair, and then looked back into his eyes. Zharn stared straight back. His old friend's eyes had never been warm, but now they were like glaciers. Devoid of happiness or hope. "Someone who did not feel your father's death was the end of his punishment took out a contract on your life. I am the assassin hired." Zharn smiled lazily. "Well, that is fortunate. I am glad-- ... wait, before, you said the drink was poison. That was...?" "Me," Ahkrin agreed, folding his arms. "I fully intended to carry out the contract, old friend." Zharn was aghast. He stared down at the floor, and then looked back up. "Why?" was all he could muster. "You let him die," Ahkrin answered, his voice catching. "You were there, right there, and you let him die!" "My father?" Zharn demanded. "I had no choice! What could I have done?" "Anything!" Ahkrin roared angrily, making a fist. Suddenly Zharn's world exploded in pain as the fist connected with his face, evoking an audible snap as bones broke. Blood splattered the wall to the right of him. "He was all I had! The only one who ever saw past the failings of my family and... and you let him die!" "Ahkrin, my grief is tantamount to yours," Zharn told his once-friend. Ahkrin grew angry again then, and seized Zharn by the throat with a roughened hand. His grip was tight. "You may have been his son by blood, but I was his son in every other respect. You two were never close. I--" "Left," Zharn interjected softly, struggling to get the word out through Ahkrin's grip, which immediately relaxed a little. "You left, Ahkrin. And you broke his heart." Tears sprang into Ahkrin's eyes, and he shook his head defiantly. "I did it for him. My presence brought shame to him. And it worked, did it not? Months after I left, he finally made shipmaster. What he always had dreamed of." "But he wasn't happy," Zharn objected in that same soft tone, ignoring the pain and realising Ahkrin's was greater. "He could have been Supreme Commander, and he still would not have been happy without you by his side." With that, Ahkrin let go of Zharn and stumbled back a few steps. His head collapsed into his bloody hands, and he sank to the ground, staring at empty space with unseeing, tear-shedding eyes. "I never even was able to say goodbye," Ahkrin muttered quietly in a haunted tone. "I hurried back as soon as I heard... but I was a day too late. Yet you were here, and you let him die." "You didn't let me die," Zharn remarked, referring to how Ahkrin had seized his own bottle of poison from his hands earlier and thrown it to the ground. Ahkrin laughed that same emotionless laugh, shrugging. "I should have, but I couldn't. Just like I can't kill you now despite every synapse in my mind screaming at me to do so." "... we're brothers, Ahkrin," Zharn insisted with a sad smile. Ahkrin looked up. "Don't say that. We haven't been brothers for four years. You're a soldier now. I'm an assassin, and our father's body was thrown out into the vacuum as a heretic." "I never said we were the most functional of families," Zharn laughed softly. That invoked a smile from Ahkrin, however slight. "What now?" he finally asked after a minute of silence. "You could untie me," Zharn suggested. Ahkrin stared at the ropes for a few moments, before nodding. * * * A new dawn was rising on [i]Placid Enrichment.[/i] It reached over the towering skyscrapers of the colossal base-carrier, and cast a warm, hopeful glow upon the station. Ahkrin and Zharn stood outside together on the roof of his rented apartment shoulder by shoulder, looking at the rising. The former's chest rose and fell, and he spoke. "I am sorry for last night, brother." Zharn looked sideways at him, and shook his head. "It is of no matter. I would have done the same." "You still should. I was gone for four years, Zharn. Gone when he needed me. When you needed me." "But you're here now. Unless you plan to return to the Relic?" Ahkrin looked down with disgust at the pentagon hanging from his neck, and with a rough movement tore it away and cast it down from the roof far down past the towering complexes of apartments in this area of the station. "I shared none of their beliefs. The money was good, that's all." "You must have killed many innocents," Zharn finally brought up. Ahkrin looked away. "Probably. I did not look into the details of my contracts too closely. But you have killed many innocents yourself, Zharn. The only difference is that you did it in war." [i]True,[/i] Zharn realised with a sickening clarity, sighing. "What will you do?" he asked. "I know not," answered Ahkrin coolly. "I have nothing and no one." "That's not so. You will always have me, Ahkrin... the army can always use a Sangheili of your talents. Why not join? I will make sure we are posted in the same lance." "The [i]Covenant[/i]?" Ahkrin asked with a mocking laugh. "The Covenant killed our father, Zharn." "No," Zharn disagreed. "The Covenant was our father's life. It was zealous old men in ornate uniforms who killed our father." "Things should change," Ahkrin swore angrily. "You have not studied history as extensively as I, Zharn. The Covenant never used to be like this. Once it stood for something. Once it had a purpose. Now the promise of the sacred rings is merely a tool of manipulation for the hierarchs and their ilk to control the masses." "It will not last," Zharn retorted. "People are unhappy. There is a storm coming, Ahkrin. It may take years or decades to form, but when it finally arrives I want us both to be in the eye. Perhaps we can save others too." "How moral," Ahkrin laughed bitingly, the word 'moral' coming out of his mouth as if he were unfamiliar with it. "You are right, though. Then it shall be as you say, my brother. I will join the Covenant army... may the Forerunners have mercy on us both." "We don't need Forerunners. We have each other, my friend. And I pity any who stand in our way." The sun fully broke over the tops of the buildings, and the city stirred to life. Zharn and Ahkrin grasped each other's wrists tightly. A new day had come. ==**== [i]PRESENT DAY, 9th Age of Reclamation. March of Righteousness.[/i] "I am sorry to have made you relive all that," Orpheus finally spoke when Zharn finished his tale. A few tears had welled up in the corner of his eye. "The past is as it is," Zharn replied. "There is no sense in hiding from it. Although sometimes Ahkrin when I'm with you and hearing your complaining I do wish you'd simply let me drink the poison." "I have your tea here," Ahkrin joked. "Your wish could easily be fufilled." Zharn rolled his eyes, and looked up at the clock. One hour until sunrise. Once again, a new dawn would come. Perhaps his last. "I have changed my mind, Orpheus. We shall spar some more. An hour from now, my fate will be decided. And we shall either step safely into the eye of the storm, or be cast out in [Edited on 07.06.2011 3:23 AM PDT]

"This is a sizeable tale, and not a happy one either. It was twenty four cycles ago, on Sangheilios. My father, Forerunners bless his soul, had just returned from a holy mission the fleet he had been assigned to was on," Zharn's eyes clouded then with sorrow. "It did not go well. The fleetmaster had died in the battle, leaving my father to take up to mantle and command the fleet despite being only shipmaster. Yet not only did he emerge from the battle, but he did so with more than two-thirds of the fleet still intact. But for the Covenant, none of that mattered..." == ** == [i]24 YEARS AGO. Placid Enrichment.[/i] They were lined across the curved walls of the Council chambers lobby like wallpaper, their staves held with a vertical precision that made them seem robotic. Their eyes were seemingly unblinking as they stared straight ahead, paying no attention to the people being escorted past them. Zharn knew the Honour Guards were a show of force by the minor Hierarchs of [i]Placid Enrichment[/i]. To show his father that even though he was a hero amongst the Sangheili, he was still far smaller than the Covenant as a whole. Even so, Zharn could not help but feel pride as he watched his father walk with purpose, each stride carrying with it a sense of both honour and humility. The tassels latched to his belt caught the light. Each one was effectively a medal awarded for a significant deed. Shipmaster Zyn Thierr'ee, Zharn's father and head of the once-noble house Thierr, boasted more of these tassels than anyone else in the building, and most likely on the entirety of the station save for Fleetmaster Xytan'ee. Finally, they reached the huge doors which would open into the council chambers. A sense of trepidation swept over Zharn as he beheld their intricacy; forged thousands of years ago in the ancient furnaces of Sangheilios, inlaid with gold and encrusted with every gem imaginable. "The council is gathered," one of the lights of Helios escorting them spoke gruffly to Zyn. "Mostly San 'Shyuum, lamentably." "As is always the way when the hierarchs wish events to go in their favour," Zyn spoke softly with a detached cynical air, adjusting a few straps on his ornate armour. The other light of Helios nodded in agreement, sighing. "Whatever happens in there today, noble shipmaster, remember that no true Sangheili heeds these cries of heresy those old fools decry. You are a hero," he told Zharn's father sincerely, crossing him arms across his chest in a respect usually saved only for Imperial Admirals. "What is a hero, but a scapegoat for all that transpired? And the people love little more than the downfall of one," Zyn remarked sadly, before nodding. "Zharn." Zharn looked up nervously, uncomfortable in his new armour. It still did not feel quite right. "Yes, sir?" he saluted. Zyn smiled, and took his shoulders affectionately. "You have become a fine young man," the shipmaster congratulated him. "Yet you place too much value in honour and rules; these things are important but you must not let them blind you. Always look after your own, no matter what... there is a high chance that I may not come out of those chambers, son." "Father--" Zharn began, but was cut off gently by a raised finger. "I am loathe to leave you alone in this world. Your mother is dead, and I regret we never had any more children. I had hoped Ahkrin would be able to watch over you when I was gone... but he has made his choice and I still love him as a son despite it. As you ascend through the ranks the Covenant will shower praise and rewards upon you. But do not forget that they would slit your throat in an instant if they believed it would further their cause." "I will always sleep with one eye open," Zharn promised, staring up at that Sangheili who had been like a god to him his entire live. To see him like this, deprived of sleep and facing mortality... it made him all the more aware that the only constant in life was one's self. "I love you, my son. And remember that whatever I did, I did so for our own. Never lose sight of that; no religious artefacts or beliefs are more important than the blood of the Sangheili," he lectured one final time, before turning to the light of Helios on the right. "Let us get this fallacy over with." The doors swung open, and Zyn Thierr'ee stepped into the blinding white light and noise spilling out from the council chambers along with one of the lights of Helios. Then just as suddenly, the doors closed behind them and left darkness and silence. "Come," the remaining light told Zharn sympathetically. "I will take you to the spectator's area, if you still wish to watch." Zharn thought long and hard for a few moments, before nodding slowly. "I do." * * * "... and for the destruction of the Forerunner shield world that would have lead us to the sacred rings, even if that destruction was to save the warriors under your command, the council has decreed that you be sentenced to death, unless--" "I decline the burden of Arbiter," Zyn Thierr'ee spoke loud and clearly. "I will [i]not[/i] be condemned to a life of heretical repentance when I have committed no heresy. You know as well as I, High Prosecutor Fortitude, that if I had not made the decision to destroy the installation then the holy warriors would have destroyed all five-hundred thousand in my fleet." Prosecutor Fortitude seemed to be disappointed for a few moments, before nodding solemnly. "That is your choice to make, Thierr'ee. A shame, you would have made a great Arbiter," he said sadly, before motioning at the masked man standing next to the disgraced shipmaster. Execute him." The entire chamber fell silent then. The executioner standing next to Thierr'ee, a Sangheili himself, drew out his blade reluctantly, and stared at it for a few moments. Zharn's father had knelt down on his knees, and did not cower. His eyes searched around the room, and found the unbelieving, moist eyes of his son. He nodded, once. A smile crossed his lips. Then the executioner put the blade gently on Thierr'ee's throat, screwed his own eyes tight shut and grimaced before bringing the sharp blade across. Blood came out clean from the gash, and stained the floor of the chambers. Thierr'ee's dead eyes stared for another second at Zharn, before the corpse collapsed onto the floor and remained still. "... this tribulation is adjourned," the prosecutor concluded in a rasping voice. As one, the San 'Shyuum councillors rose and left the room. The Sangheili councillors continued to stare sadly at the hero who now lay in a pool of his own blood. But Zharn noticed none of this. His eyes had long since ceased to see, and his ears were no longer deciphering tangible sound. Only one thought played through his mind with terrible clarity. [i]My father is dead.[/i] * * * Zharn stumbled along the streets of [i]Placid Enrichment[/i] drunkenly, an almost empty bottle in his hand. Transport Ghosts, Revenants and other vehicles would divert as he stumbled into the grav-strip and yell curses at him as they sped on their way. He didn't care. They could hit him for all he cared. All those years of devotion, loyalty, heroism and honour... taken by bureaucracy and religious lunacy. More of the foul brown drink tumbled down his constricted throat. His face felt numb, but he could still feel the tears streaming down his cheeks like water flowing from atop dilapidated rocks. The bottle, empty, was thrown upon the ground. A nearby Huragok picked it up and began twirling the glass about its inquisitive limbs. Zharn brought another bottle out, and brought it to his lips. And then suddenly a hand reached out, grabbed it and threw it down on the floor. "That one's poison," a voice he had not had for four years spoke from behind him. Zharn stopped in his tracks, wondering if his inebriation had brought about hallucinations. He spun around. The street behind him was empty save for the Huragok still tinkering with the bottle. He blinked twice, and turned around. And found himself facing Ahkrin, holding a plasma pistol inches away from his forehead.

A very Zharn/Ahkrin centric chapter. There will be some Sorran loving in the next. [b]Part 31 -- Vistations to the past[/b] The 'anti-gravity' port was abuzz with the thousands who were seeking leave from High Charity. A warm violet glow spilled over the edge of the device that contained the beam, which was streaming down and touching the rolling cobalt hills of southern Sangheilios. Every second, the unique sound of the boosted gravity propulsion drive sounded as it ferried people to the ground. "I don't want to leave you, Minister," Hem protested vehemently. Restraint shook his head and rolled his eyes. "My friend, you will be gone a mere week. I've doubled the regular guard to compensate for yours and Sorran's absence," he assured, motioning to the dozen vigilant Honour Guards standing behind him. "And I keep a plasma pistol on my bedside cabinet just in case." "Old friend, you'd more likely melt your own face off rather than any assassin's if you tried to use it," the older Honour Guard chuckled. "Still, I am loathe to leave you. Especially now that you are taking a more... outspoken approach to life." "Hem, you haven't seen your family for years. And I'm sure Sorran could benefit from Master Katoth'ee's instruction. I'm ordering you to go." "... It [i]has[/i] been a long time since I last saw my grandchild," Hem conceded, wrestling with the decision in his mind. Finally, his shoulders sagged. "Very well, Minister. Try not to burn the manor down." "You still haven't let that go," Restraint muttered. He then turned to me. "You've been to Sangheilios before?" "Not since I was a child," Sorran confessed with a little shame; it was not right that he had forsaken his birthplace so. But every time High Charity had stopped at Sangheilios in the past, he'd been too engrossed in scholarly duties to even think about asking for leave. "Then you will enjoy your time on the planet. There are few non-Sangheili there, as any other member of the Covenant save hierocracy officials require permits to visit. The planet is mostly unchanged from what it was pre-Covenant." "We'll be visiting the capital, San," Hem told Sorran with a smile. "I'll introduce you to my house. It is not a large or important one, but it will make you feel welcome. Do not think this will be a vacation, however. My mentor will be tutoring you." "... your mentor is still alive? Surely he must be the oldest Sangheili in the galaxy," Sorran commented with a sly smirk, which earned him a cuff on the ear from Hem. "Do not speak to Master Katoth'ee like that, Sorran. He is not nearly as kind and understanding as myself--" [i]Boosted gravity propulsion drive free. Please proceed to descension areas,[/i] the recorded voice of a bored-sounding Sangheili sounded across the hall. Hem nodded, and looked one last time at Restraint. "Remember, Minister. Incense candles are all well and good as long as you remember to--" Hem began, and was cut off by Restraint. "Yes, yes, I learnt my lesson. Now go. Would that I could join you, but alas my health..." the Minister stared wistfully out the viewing windows down at Sangheilios, before shaking his head. "I'll see you both soon," he concluded, reaching out an arm to Hem. The older Sangheili took it like he would with a brother-Sangheili. Such connections were incredibly rare between Prophets and Sorran's kind. Next Restraint grabbed Sorran's hand, fondly, but lacking the bond Hem and he shared. That was to be expected though. "Stay safe, Minister," Sorran blessed formally. Restraint responded to this ceremonious gesture with a laugh. "You too, my boy. After all, if anything happens to you, who will carry on this terrible secret we share?" "Assuring as always, Minister... if I may be so bold, Restraint, could you perhaps..?" Restraint looked up skyward in despair, nodding. "I will have someone keep an eye on Savara whilst she is on this station, yes. Now is there anything else?" "No," Sorran answered, reassured that she would be safe. He may be dead, but would certainly do his best to always protect Savara from beyond the grave. "Then go, both of you. I will meet you when you arrive back." * * * Ahkrin walked across the length of their quarters towards Zharn solemnly, a dagger unsheathed in his outstretched hands. He knelt before the Sangheili Ultra, offering the shining blade up to Zharn, who blinked with surprise. "What's this for?" Zharn asked weakly. Ahkrin continued to stare down at the floor. "You seem to be suicidal, Zharn. What I'm offering here is a far quicker and less painful death than the one you will suffer at Xatan'ee's hands come dawn," Ahkrin murmured in that deadpan-serious tone he sometimes joked in that Zharn hated. He rolled his eyes and batted the blade out of the stealth Sangheili's hand. It hit a fruit bowl on the other side of the room, spearing a ripening plum taken from Eridanus II's surface before it was glassed. Purple juice oozed out of the wound. "How metaphoric," Ahkrin remarked, amused as he stared at the plum. Zharn took a few moments to grasp what he was saying, and punched his friend lightly on the shoulder. "Hilarious, Ahkrin. It's lovely to know you have so much confidence in me. I am good with a blade, you know." "Xatan'ee is better," Orpheus suddenly spoke in his deep baritone, breaking his often-long bouts of silence. "When he was younger he competed in tournaments, and won most of them--" "I've seen the 'casts," Zharn grumbled, folding his arms and frowning. "But he is not so young now." "Neither are you," Ahkrin chuckled. "The females seem not to think that when we are out on reprieve, and you are left alone at the bar whilst I--" "This is not the time for your banter," Orpheus interjected forcefully, great chest heaving as he breathed heavily. "... let me fight for you, Zharn." "That is not the Sangheili way," Zharn lectured drolly. "And I don't want you sneaking into his quarters in the middle of the night and cutting his throat either, Ahkrin." "Please, Zharn," Ahkrin uttered with indignation. "I would not be so crude as to use a blade; I would use poison--" "No," Zharn reinforced, before leaning back in his chair heavily and brooding. "Every warrior who has passed underneath my gaze has been taught by me the value of honour and integrity. I will not abandon those morals out of cowardice. My father's memory would be shamed. I will meet Xatan'ee in the duelling ring tomorrow, and by the time the duel is over either his head shall be in my hands or mine in his." "And you call Jiralhanae barbaric," Orpheus smiled, shaking his head. "If you win you'll be fleetmaster," Ahkrin mused, a smile already crossing his face as he no doubt thought about the profiteering that could be gained from having a friend in such a position. "Yes... just as father always wished to be," Zharn reminisced sadly. "He perhaps could have been one if he hadn't adopted a Sangheili from such a shamed house as mine," Ahkrin sighed with guilt, looking away. Zharn grabbed him by the shoulders, and stared him in the eyes sincerely. "He never once thought like that, my dear friend. You were like a son to him. When you left, he was devastated. And exhausted considerable time and wealth searching for you." "I did not want to be found; I was young and foolish, Zharn. Would that I could speak to your father one last time -- I would ask his forgiveness." Zharn shook his head. Orpheus watched the personal exchange uncomfortably. "You would not have needed to. He loved you from the day he took you home to the day he ascended to the journey as one of his own, Ahkrin. And if he were here today, he'd be proud of you." "Of us both, I think," Ahkrin affirmed, and the two exchanged that brotherly grip of the Sangheili that Orpheus could still not fathom. There was an awkward silence for what seemed like hours, and finally Zharn's shoulders sagged. "I cannot sleep tonight," he complained, tapping the gleaming armour sheathing his scarred arm anxiously. "Tomorrow I will either lose and die, or win and be trapped in the stars for the rest of my life. Neither prospect is very attractive to me." "But the latter is the better one," Orpheus laughed. "Do you wish to spar some more?" Zharn looked down at the blade resting limply in his hand. It cast a dull glow on the floor, and hummed almost like the wings of a Yanme'e. He touched the Forerunner glyph reading 'deactivation' lightly, and the plasma retreated back into whatever source within the blade it came from. "No. I have used the blade all my life; a few hours now will not help in any way, only tire me. Let us talk some more. Ahkrin, go make tea." The stealth Sangheili was aghast. "Why me?" "Because you're not fighting a duel to the death tomorrow or too large to fit properly into the kitchen," Zharn said candidly, staring at Ahkrin behind barely veiled amusement. Finally the other Sangheili's shoulders sagged with resignation, and he nodded. "Fine!" "Milk, two sugars," Zharn called after him as he left the lounge of his quarters to enter the small food preparation area. Ahkrin whistled, and the kettle switched on and began venting recycled plasma throughout its magnetically charged shell to heat the water within. "So, Ahkrin left when he had sixteen standard years," Orpheus commented nonchalantly, leaning back. Zharn nodded. "That's right. And in the same day I lost my brother and dearest friend. I never thought I'd see him again." "How did you reunite, then?" Zharn looked sideways out of the window, staring for a while at the Banshees and Seraphs flying past the [i]March of Righteousness.[/i]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ktan Dantaktee [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] n008c4k So apparently I can't post in the Memoirs thread, otherwise I would. It's been a year and half since you posted part 4 of Memoirs II, and you said you would rewrite it after finishing Insurrection. Have you lost interest or forgotten about it?[/quote] Neither. I think it failed, big time. He might make another after he's done with this.[/quote] Blimey, has it really been a year and a half? I don't know where the time goes... It didn't fail. I just didn't really like what I wrote. I've got a few chapters of a re-write on my hard drive but I won't post them until I'm sure I'm committed to the project and I've finished this. Sorry about the lack of parts lately, it's been beautiful outside recently and I've also been working a lot. So I haven't had a whole lot of time to write. I'll have the next part up by Friday, bar any sudden interjections. [Edited on 07.04.2011 8:48 AM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] n008c4k So apparently I can't post in the Memoirs thread, otherwise I would. It's been a year and half since you posted part 4 of Memoirs II, and you said you would rewrite it after finishing Insurrection. Have you lost interest or forgotten about it?[/quote] Neither. I think it failed, big time. He might make another after he's done with this.