This story will have more and more added to it every day. When some parts are added a date will be placed before the start of each part.
As I sat on the ledge of a plane’s tale sticking out of the water and my Sparrow dissapears, I look out into the wilds and wonder where I came from. Where was my home before the fall of everything? Did I have a family, or was I always a machine? I hear the cries of the Fallen from far off somewhere I couldn’t pin point. As the setting sun partially hid itself behind a cloud I pulled my Ghost out and spawned my Sparrow. It was that time again. Fighting a war I wasn’t completely informed on.