Hello again! This is the prologue chapter of the first chapter of my new Destiny fan fiction story, Deathless. I've rethought and rewritten this piece to be more in line for my new vision for the series. Hopefully this goes somewhere! Enjoy. “Father, the spawn are restless.” Uril said, long fingers caressing young making a cacophony of hissing and squeaking. Heavy footsteps thudded on ancient volcanic rock, and a trio of burning green eyes pierced the semidarkness. “I am surprised, dear one, that they would be disappointed with the care they receive from you. Though you did neglect to feed them, once upon a time.” A voice deep enough to shake her bones replied. Uril gave a hiss that might be mistaken for anger, but was in reality a fake sound of displeasure. “Spare me your jokes father, they are painful and unfunny.” She bit back. Her own burning eyes found his black and red armored exoskeleton, his enormous horns, his ancient form emanating eldritch strength and wisdom. Father and daughter embraced gently, the elder Hive very much aware of his mountainous size and strength. Despite her age and maturity, Uril still felt comfort in the enveloping warmth of his embrace, the familiarity of his bulk. “Tell me, oh daughter mine. You say the spawn are restless?” He rumbled, chitonous arms wrapped around his daughter. Uril hissed assent. “Yes. They writhe and cry out, unready for slumber.” The Ascendant Hive cut off their embrace, a single enormous step taking him towards his grandspawn, the brood of his daughter and her betrothed. As she had said, the young Hive squirmed and hissed in the restlessness of all infants, regardless of species. With endless patience, the Ascendant Hive carefully stretched out his massive claws and plucked one of his grandspawn from the nesting holes they resided in. The infant Hive hissed in pleasure as their grandfather’s claws tickled their belly in light, carefully placed movements, let out a shriek of laughter and delight. The look on their grandfather’s face was nothing short of joy. Uril couldn't help but feel much of the same, but after a few seconds she let out a clicking sound. “Father, please, you will only make them more excited!” She pleaded. The Ascendant Hive sighed. “Very well.” With a final little swoop of the infant Hive in his arms, he deposited them in the nest hole he had taken them from. Uril glided towards her father, as his face, still full of joy, turned to her. “What would you have me do, daughter of mine?” She rested her claws on one of his enormous arms. “Tell us a story.” The Ascendant Hive smiled. “A story? There are many I could tell. The Feast of Light, Earth, Luna… which would you like to here?” Uril thought for a moment before speaking. “All of them.” Mordryx’s burning eyes, all three of them, widened. “Are you certain? Some of them may be… difficult for you. And time has long muddied the waters of my memories.” Uril nodded. “Yes. I wish to hear it father. How you came to find glory in the Logic of the Sword… how you met my mother…” she lets the sentence trail off, old pain coming to the surface. Mordryx feels it too. He rests a concerned hand on her bony shoulder. “If you wish me to tell it, then I shall.” He said gently. Uril nodded, and upon looking at him, her eyes were hard. “Yes. All of it.” Mordryx’s eyes met with her own . “Very well. You shall hear all of it. From the Light-rich jungles and mountains of Terra to the red sand wastes of Mars, and the dark garden beneath it, I will tell you the story of my life as I remember it.” He leans back, remembering a simpler, hungrier time. [i]I was in the depths of Luna, the bone white moon of Terra…[/i]