It wasn't new, mind you. He had seen many planets like left like this, either by his hand or other's- but this one hurt more, in fact, the most. It had been his home, or at least his warframe's, for years. He walked the ruined streets, littered with skeletons, rusted artillery, and broken javelin cores. The cracked concrete falling and slight wind were his only company. In the Unralith main camp was abandoned. For many days he wandered the planet of Ry'Leh, in search of a ship.
One night, a bright light lit up the darkened sky. The slightly rounded bright light of space began to rise from the horizon. The Scarlet Spear stood as it triumphed in the destruction of all that was left. The now red giant star soon occupied the entire sky.
The planet began to boil. The urban landscapes turning into lava oceans and rivers. He climbed onto whatever rocks could survive the heat. His warframe's blood boiled and its flesh burned. It kept regenerating and burning. Even tho he was so far away even the red giant now above the planet couldn't spot him, he felt every single bit of it. He endured it all. He kept screaming out in pain, as the transferrance loop made it be heard across the burned landscape. He endured every single second, minute, hour, day, week, month, and year of it.
The star turned into w white dwarf. It all cooled then. He began to walk across what was now a dead, barren smooth rock. His footsteps landed with soft pad noises, tho leaving no mark.
The Tenno began to reflect on his own life- The Zariaman, Kuva, Margoulis, The Orokin, all of it. The memories of the void ship he had tried to banish from his mind all came back. It was like that all again. Him all alone in pure darkness, only his flashlight keeping him company.
He was always fascinated by the stars. He had seen many in his travels with Noveon, but there was still so much for him to look at. He began drawing charts in the thick dust. Over the years they began to span entire countries, then continents, visible from outer space. He looked up and the only lights he had slowly begun to go out, his charts only remaining irrelevant. He was left in pure darkness along with his many drawings.
Then a star lit up the sky. It was bright and moved across the black void. After it went over the circumference, it disappeared. He went to check the landing site.
Three figures were standing next to a ship, all dressed in suits, their visors were clear. He could see the darkened skin and reddish eyes. They spoke a language he had forgotten a long time ago. He felt all of it return. The anger, the rage washed over him- but he didn't draw a blade. He did not have the resolve to strike them down.
As they left, he whispered to himself:
I am the last. The void has chosen. The end of all... but me....
These tales are going to be some little stories I will write once a while. They will picture adventures of the tenno from the past, present, and future. I will mostly focus on the more sentimental side, but there will be some action. Tell me what you think!
