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'Traot Saga, Chapters 16-24
Part Two: A Tale of Two Exiles
Chapter Sixteen: Vhar
Covenant Frigate Chivalrous Duty, on patrol in Covenant-controlled space, 2542
On the lower decks of Chivalrous Duty, a Kig-Yar named Vhar was staring in abhorrence at a dark blue stain on the floor. The Shipmistress had gotten angry with a lazy Unggoy earlier, and as punishment, the unfortunate soldier had received a painful bite on the shoulder. The tiny Unggoy had limped painfully down to the lower decks, leaving the occasional bloodstain on the ship's floor.
Vhar winced. This was the third one he had stumbled upon. Not that the little gas-sucker didn't deserve it. He had angered the Shipmistress, after all. But Vhar had never been the strongest around blood; his stomach was already churning violently at the sight. And now the Unggoy was so injured, that he could hardly move, let alone work. He'd probably end up thrown out of an airlock if he didn't recover soon. It was not like Vhar cared or anything, though;
'Traot Saga, Chapters 8-15
Chapter Eight: A Crushed Dream
Ahst trudged wordlessly out of the kaidon's quarters, head hung low from shame and disappointment. The two guards watched her quietly leave, one still laughing softly, the other sympathetically shaking his head as Ahst walked past.
Ahst looked around to make sure nobody was watching or following, then slipped away into the woods to collect her thoughts. The walk to her grove this time was the longest ever, as if her feet themselves were weighed down by heartbreak. She sat at the edge of the lagoon, her head resting against her arms. She was glad her cousin was still in training; she didn't want to speak to him, or anyone, at the moment. Ahst closed her eyes, and allowed herself to lie on her back in the grass. Twigs and fallen thorny branches cut through her robe and into her skin, but she didn't care. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental agony she felt. With the kaidon's word, a final decision had been made. She would never train h
'Traot Saga, Chapters 1-7
Prologue: Birth of a Warrior
'Traot Keep, Sanghelios, 2524
Zylo 'Traotee was rushing home from his training on the other side of the keep. As important as the practice was for him, he had something far more important waiting for him at home. If only the kaidon's trainers had allowed him to leave earlier Zylo felt dread at the thought that he was already too late. Trying to run faster, he took a shortcut through the thicket of ancient trees that concealed the 'Traot Keep from the view of outsiders.
Faint red light sifted through the forest's branches, reflecting off of Zylo's already crimson armor. Zylo glanced up at the lunar eclipse far above him. How strange that it would occur today, he thought. Was it a sign from his Forerunners, or simple happenstance? The Sangheili Major shook off his wonder, and focused more on making it home. Perhaps he was not too late after all.
Arriving at his home, Zylo found his weary mate, Vera 'Traot, waiting for him. She smiled, and
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