Whispers in the Warp
I grew up on the world of Dusk. It was a dark planet full of ancient teaching and superstitions that would be considered heresy if the wider Imperium knew of them. We traveled constantly to avoid the dark ones. I was considered blessed among my people for my incredible healing abilities. For years I worked protecting my tribe in the wilds of the planet, until the day the black ships returned. I was carried away to serve the Imperium with my gift. Little did I know that I was soon to learn the true nature of the curse I’d been blessed with. They took those of use they called Psykers and locked us in cages on the ship. We had been locked in these cages for days now, only the gruel they brought us marked the passage of time. Then something went wrong. There was a terrible noise from deep within the ship. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t block out the sound. I watched in horror as those around me began to tear at their flesh. Many died around me died in the moments it took for the caucophony to subside. Others now looked to be something entirely alien. Their bodies had been twisted in horrid charactures or into some other wholy new form. These creatures torn open their cages and moved towards those of us left alive. As the closest one tore through my cage I felt a sudden wrongness in my flesh; my skin hardened and cracked and my hands and arms felt like stone. My body moved with a will all its own and the head of the creature crushed between my fists. Suddenly this new found strenght was gone and my body was my own again. The noise returned and this time all went black. I awoke to unbearable pain. A man calling himself Balthar stood over me, he offered the chance to come with him and live or to stay and die as a witch. I had just survived a gellar field flux during warp translation. None of that meant anything to me but in the months to come I was to painfully learn just what had happened and why this man had taken such an interest in me.