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 turned my merely friends.
Since then, I’ve traveled from side to side throughout this galaxy, and out to the areas among galaxies—a better achieve than any human earlier than me.
You have requested me to inform you approximately that point. because you are the final actual Reclaimer, i have to obey. Are you recording? stable. simply because my reminiscence is failing swiftly. 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 could be referred to as Earth, my identify was once Chakas…[/i]
In the wake of obvious self-destruction of the Forerunner empire, humans—Chakas and Riser—are like flotsam washed up on very unusual beaches indeed.
Captured by way of 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 online game whose insanity is aware no end--a online game of historic vengeance among the powers who seeded the galaxy with lifestyles, and the Forerunners who count on to inherit their sacred Mantle of accountability to all dwelling things.
In the corporate of a tender woman and an outdated guy, Chakas starts off an epic trip throughout a misplaced and broken Halo looking for a fashion domestic, an evidence for the warrior spirits emerging up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 discomfort, the area of a robust and tremendous 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 via Forerunners, and the Primordial by means of historic human warriors, this intelligence has taken cost of, and retasked, the grasp Builder’s merciless researches into the Flood—which it could have itself unleashed at the galaxy greater than 10000 years prior to.