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Post by Additional Pylons on Sept 15, 2011 17:50:07 GMT -5
Maar's Brood
I have existed.
I have existed for so long...
And for the first time, that existence is without purpose.
I was given charge of the mightiest being ever to set foot on hallowed ground...
I was given charge of Kerrigan.
I watched over her as a chrysalis, and beheld the power that emanated from her then. I safeguarded, her, and kept her within the loving fold of the Swarm.
And when she hatched, I watched her make her first kills. I beamed with pride...
And I led her to the broken ships of the Terrans, so that she might learn of her past...
I helped her attain her full power...
And then, I helped her crush her enemies.
I obeyed her as I brought down the twinned might of the Protoss and the Terrans.
I helped her to the throne of the Queen of the Blades.
And then she betrayed me, as is the nature of parent and child.
I had let myself slip from parent, to guardian, to teacher, to ally, to subordinate and now to an obsolete tool.
She, in her gratitude, spared me...
And I have been left with but a fraction of a Brood to fend for myself.
And yet...
This Brood is not like any other. From the choicest minions of Daggoth, the Hunter-Killers, to the godly might of the Tarasque, I have pieced together the most elite Brood of the Swarms.
No longer can I rely on innumerable servitors to crush my enemies, and yet the must be crushed.
Oh, I do have many enemies.
I bear the scars of their wrath, and seek to return the favor.
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