Prologue: Fury

I stood on top of a large hill, with a broken down building situated at the top of it. All around me was death and destruction. This was Menachite Mountain. Within the mountain, lay Castle base. Sure to be deserted, Marines and Spartans alike had died for its people's evacuation. My DMR at my side, and my MA37 Assault Rifle slung over my back. Two Banshees' zoomed past, peppering shots at me. They'd noticed. I would either be glassed, or killed by the incoming invasion force. Either way, there was no way out. This was where I made my last stand.

Instead of sadness, or an acceptance, I felt fury instead. Noble team, all of them were gone. Jorge, sacrificing his life, thinking he'd saved the planet, when instead, all he'd done was buy us time. Kat shot in the head by the Elite Field Marshall just before we got off new Alexandria. Carter, ramming a Pelican in a suicidal charge in order for us to give the package to Keyes. Emile, Murdered by two Elite Zealots while defending the Pillar of Autumn. I had no idea where Jun was, but I hoped he was still alive. That way, our story wouldn't die, and our sacrifices would be remembered. That bastard Field Marshall who killed Kat, I finally got him on the way to the MAC cannon. I felt grim satisfaction as I drove my knife into his body again and again.

As I heard Phantoms, and Spirits humming, coming closer to my location, I thought to myself. Can I survive? Alone? They decided long ago to take Reach, and no matter how hard I tried, no one had a chance to stop them. I won't be remembered. I wouldn't be praised, and now I was alone, like I was before Reach. I'd given this planet almost everything. Almost. I made my way into the building, seeing dead Spartans beside me. If there were a time to die, it would be here, with my brothers.

Outside, I heard the sniffling of grunts, and the loud growl of an Elite. I popped my gun out, and then opened fire. The Grunts squeaked, then fell, as the Elite looked around for the assailant. Before he could find me, a Plasma grenade fused to its leg. With a flash, it was dead. More came, and I readied my self for the coming storm. If I were to die, I would die fighting. Charging forward, I fired a couple bullets at the head of an Elite, popping its head apart. Reloading quickly, I ducked, avoiding a stray needle from a grunt minor, before I punished him thoroughly for attempting to kill me. A dead Spartan ahead of me had a drop shield, which I picked up. I still had a couple clips from my DMR.

More Elites began coming, some with swords, signifying their leadership. They were sending stronger troops.

"All of you for me!" I yelled out loud, as I put down two of them before three reached me. Rolling to the side, I emptied the rest of my DMR clip into him. It wasn't enough as he landed a glancing blow across my chest, blowing out my shield. The swing was too strong, so when his sword came down, I dove forward, ripping my knife and stabbing it into the bastard's mouth.

My Rifle finally empty, I swapped to my Assault Rifle. Moving past the pile of dead bodies, I passed another dead Spartan with a rocket launcher. Perfect. I grabbed it, just as two Wraiths seemed to spawn out of nowhere. My blood began to boil, as the bodies of my comrades, and the memories of Noble team began to overwhelm me.

"Rargh! That was for Jorge!" I yelled, as a Rocket slammed into the first Wraith. It began to hiss, before its' gun exploded outwards, and the wraith detonated in a blue-ish hue. The second wraith I met encountered similar results. This time, more Elites came rushing from the mist, threatening to overwhelm me. A Needle whizzed through, glancing my helmet and giving it a crack. I roared in fury, charging at the damned Elites. Spraying my Assault Rifle, the armor piercing bullets pierced their shields, ripping them to shreds. A plasma bolt hit my in my stomach, throwing the wind out of me. I could taste blood in my mouth.

"You bastards! Come and fight me!" I yelled, angrily. Huge droves came, angry Elites wielding plasma swords, launchers, and rifles. I was slowly pushed back, and finally, I slipped, knees hitting the floor. They pushed much harder at me, and then I remembered my drop shield. Slamming it down to the ground, it gave me precious moments to pull myself back on my feet. Another plasma grenade was thrown, latching itself onto an Elites shoulder. Kaboom. Another Elite bit the dust.

"That was for Kat!" Roaring in defiance in the face of certain death, I continued to try and force my way through their lines. An Elite charged forward with an Energy Sword. I sidestepped past, but his sword cut through my armor, causing blood to mix with the ooze from my armor. I kicked him off, grabbing my Energy Sword, and ramming it through its neck.

Suddenly, the Elite flow stopped. One walked forward with a needle rifle. Ornate gold armor, and purple trimmings, it was definitely a high-ranking member of the Covenant. "Submit, and you will die with honor." It said, pointing at me.

"Go and screw yourself." I coughed out. The cracks in my helmet were making it harder to see.

" Vermin. You are nothing but a speck in our passage to the Great Journey." The Elite muttered. " Take him."

They came at me in full force. Bolts hit everywhere around me, cracking my helmet, and hitting me in so many parts of the body, I felt like my entire body was covered in burns. And I wasn't wrong. Finally, I was thrown to my back, taking out my knife as one hopped on top of me. Stabbing its neck, it toppled off, my knife still embedded in its neck. I pulled out my pistol from the holster, shooting out the knees of two Elites coming at me.

Another jumped at me with an Energy Dagger, stabbing at my left side. It pierced again, but I pivoted, pulling out the Energy Dagger before I sliced it apart with its own weapon. Another jumped upon me, as it pulled out its dagger. I had no strength to fight, as I waited for the end. I hoped my sacrifice would be remembered.

However, instead of the flash of light, by some twist of the galactic dice, I didn't die. Human voices, along with the fire of an automatic weapon rang in the air.

I felt myself being put on a stretcher, and I realized, that I wouldn't die here. Before I blacked out, I heard voices.

" We have him sir. Taking him to the Autumn."

" This guy could be the last Spartan."

" Nah, they got another one in Cryosleep in there."

Another Spartan? Which one could it be? The confusion was all that wracked my mind as I went off to dreamworld.