I don't know if i'll find some time to continue this, but I really wanted to write this story for a very long time. Too bad I'm not a skilled enough writer to handle such a delicate subject.
Newborn' s cry was coming from the hut. Although exhausted, the mother was smiling. Finally a son! She held him tight in her arms, while the father, a muscular man with black hair and beard was smiling. "Thank you, " he said gently to her. "We shall call him...."
He grew up as a healthy and strong young boy in a farming community. He was very solitary. Not that he always wanted to, but other people more or less avoided him. Even his parents were uncomfortable, when close to him. As if some malevolent aura surrounded him. There was just one person who liked being with him. It was his elder sister. They often ventured into the woods together and stuffed their bellies with berries and honey. It was however a dangerous place and once when they were not careful enough, they got surrounded by a pack of wolves.
This is when he came to understand, why he was not exactly a normal man. While the wolves were attacking them, he took a massive branch of wood to defend himself and when a wolf jumped for his neck, then it happened... he saw the wolf flying towards him in slow motion. He focused and hit it with the branch with inhuman agility and strength. Then the slow motion stopped and the wolf flew rapidly away, hit the nearest tree and died. He could see fear in the eyes of the rest of the pack. "Come on!" he shouted with a terrible voice that had some mystic echo. When the wolves heard it, they fled in terror.
His sister asked "What.... happened?" with fear in her eyes. "I don't know" he answered. He was actually just as afraid as she was.
After some time, he learned to control his powers and used them to help his fellow tribesmen. However word about this prodigious boy spread quickly and other villages came to fear them. They gathered all their warriors and came to burn his village and tried to capture him. By then he was still young and lacked the courage to face all these assailants. Instead of trying to protect his tribe with his powers , he made himself invisible and escaped. A decision, that he made out of fear and regretted for a long time, but there was nothing he could do by then. All his fellow tribesmen were dead and he was alone.
He then wandered around the country and tried to find another tribe. It was difficult for him to get accepted anywhere, because while people revered his powers they also feared him. When he turned thirty, he realised, that he somehow did not age. While he saw people around him ravaged by the sands of time, he was still young and strong. At first, he thought of it as a gift, but as the ages passed he realised, it was a curse. All people he cared about were dying, while he was staying on this world.
He then chose to not to love anyone, because he was too afraid to lose them. But a man needs to love. As the ages passed, he found a new and the most perfect love for him. It was humanity. He started to care about his fellow human beings and he tried to guide them to a brighter future wherever he could. He did it as anonymous scientist, citizen, advisor, general and so on... He learned about the warp and where his powers come from. As he began to understand it, he became horrified by the creatures that dwelt there. He knew they were extremely harmful and had to be stopped one way or another.
Then the age of Strife came and almost all great achievements of humanity were lost. As a new Chaos god came to being, because of the stupid arrogance of the eldar, even a mighty being he was, he could do nothing but wait. He however swore vengeance upon the malefic creatures of the warp, that threw most of the mankind back into medieval times. As soon as the massive warp storms ended, he decided that he could no longer stay anonymous. If he were to save mankind, he needed to act quickly, before war and hatred consumed last of the great civilisations.
He started on Terra. He sadly watched it from his shuttle. It has been ages since he last stepped on his home planet. It was no longer the majestic world, filled with magnificent oceans, great cities and monuments. No it was a planet devastated by nuclear fire, with virtually no water and ecosystems and filled with power hungry warlords fighting over the last available resources. He never wanted to be a dictator, but now he had no other choice.
As soon as he made his first plans on how to grip power, he shrouded himself and went to the tent of the war chief Ergorn, who was discussing tactics for upcoming battle with his lieutenants. "I will be leading this battle", he said. Everyone looked at him surprised as he appeared in front of them. "Who are you and how did you get here?" asked him Ergorn.
"That does not matter. What matters is that you are a incompetent ruler and shame to your people. Therefore I will relieve you and command this battle myself."
The officers laughed at that fool, but Ergorn frowned "How dare you insult me like this?"
"Does the truth hurt?" he asked.
"I've had enough of this. Take him away." said Ergorn to his guards.
"So had I." he said and created extremely bright aura around him. His armour appeared to be golden and on his left shoulder was a brightly shining eagle. With a powerful and majestic voice, he said "War chief Ergorn I hereby claim to be the leader of your warriors. Resign or suffer the consequences." Now everyone in the tent bowed before him. Even Ergorn was so much astonished by what he saw, that he could not help but bow. That being was so majestic... so godlike. With a shaking voice, he said "My men's lives are yours my... god."
The man frowned and said "While I may appear as a deity, I certainly am not one. Yes my powers are formidable. With a single thought I could kill everyone in this room. With a single thought I can become invisible. I can even take control of your bodies, but I am no god and I never again want to be mistaken for one. "
"Then how should we call you my lord?" asked one of the lieutenants.
He paused. He thought everything through, but forgot to invent a name. What should it be? As far as he could remember, he used thousand of names: John, Patrick, Robert... Now that he was to reveal himself, it should be something majestic. Something that inspired respect. Not for him, but for his... Imperium? Yes that sounded perfect.
He smiled: an expression that one rarely saw on his face. "You may call me: the Emperor."