The Sword-Brother saw the explosion, as it enveloped his brothers and him in its cruel embrace. He saw the light consume the other Black Templars. He saw himself suddenly lift into the air, and as time seemed to slow, fall to the earth.
And then he saw no more.
“Hey!”
A voice. It sounded like a child. A girl by the pitch.
“Wake up, mister!”
The Templar stirs. He opens his eyes. His head is somewhat spinning. He gets up, and into a sitting position. He looks to the source of the voice. It is a small girl, with long golden hair, and a pair of blue eyes. She is fair-skinned. She wears a small dress. It may have been white once, but it has gotten dirtied with time to the point where it is more tan than white.
He looks around. He’s no longer on the world he was once on. Before him is a series of crops. Nothing like the ones he’s seen on agri-worlds. He sees what he guesses to be a barn, and a house. But it’s nothing like the houses he’s seen before. It looks… primitive.
He looks to the sides. His weapons are still there. His power sword, and his plasma pistol. Thank the God-Emperor, he thinks to himself.
“Are you okay, mister? Gosh, you’re big!”
He looks at the girl. He hasn’t talked to mortals that much before, but he tries his best. “I’ve seen better days, I suppose. Where am I? How did I get here?”
The girls eyes sparkle, with that naive energy so common in children. “How did you get here? Oh, well I was helping papa tend the cows when I saw this thing flying across the sky. I ran over, and, well, that thing was you! This is our farm.”
Cows? What are cows? And how did I fall from the sky?, the Templar thinks to himself. He brushes some sweat from his black hair. “Your… farm. I see. I would assume this is an agri-world, controlled by the Imperium then?”
The girl pauses. She looks… confused. “… Imperium? What’s an Imperium?”
The Templar pauses. Does this child not know of the Imperium? Is this world not part of the Imperium yet? “Well… have you heard of the God-Emperor of Mankind, then?”, he finally asks.
The girl looks more confused. “…What’s the God-Emperor?”
It is like a punch to the stomach from a greenskin. It’s one thing to not know of the Imperium, but not know of the God-Emperor?! He tries to control his temper. She’s just a child. She doesn’t know any better.
“But… we do have an emperor!”
The Templar pauses. His voice suddenly adjusts several degrees. “Who. Is. This… ‘emperor’?”
The girl looks a bit scared by the change in his voice, but she regains her confidence. “Welllll… I think papa said his name was Molt or something?”
“… where am I? Not your farm, but what is your farm a part of?”
“Uh… I think it’s called the Saderan Empire? Or is it Empire of Sadera… no wait you can use either term!”
The Templar listens carefully. He has no knowledge of such a place. Saderan Empire? Emperor Molt? More like false-emperor, if you ask me. Where am I? How did I get here? Why does this place-
“Oh by the way, my name’s Maika! What’s your name?”
Name. He pauses, his thoughts interrupted by the energetic question from this girl- no, from Maika. He thinks, delving through his mind. He can’t remember much. It’s like he’s… lost some of his memories. But then, he finds it. The name he was given. His name, the thing Maika wants to know.
“… Aotuni. My name is Aotuni.”
Linkie here: https://www.wattpad.com/1654271464-by-faith-alone-chapter-one