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===Enoch's Discovery===
Enoch was the 11th primarch reunited with the Emperor, when he was found on a nameless barren rock in the galactic north.

''Wind and sand. He couldn't tell how long it had been, but that was all he knew. His entire universe. Alone in the drifting wastes and rocky crags, his only companion the wind and the sand. It was impossible to remember, but he had landed here, as an infant. How had he survived those early years into adulthood? Were the chaos gods twisting fate knowing that this lonely little thing would someday serve them? Even in adulthood, how did the sand not scrape off his skin and flesh until he was nothing? To the wanderer it did not matter. To the wanderer it could not matter, for he had no memory of landing here, no inkling of how his genes grew him into a titanic man in mere years. No, for him things were always the same. Existence was grit in his eyes, sucking on dried bones, chewing on dead plants. Wind and sand. And nothing else."

''But then there was something else. Thunder and lights, golden lights, a haze through the dust storm. This was not sand. This was not wind. This was something... different? The wanderer felt something he did not understand. He had no word for it, no concept of it at all. Was this curiosity? Out of the thunder and lights, out of the dust there became a shape, a cold and hard shape with sharp edges and straight lines, and out of the shape came striding a figure clad in gleaming plate.''

''"Father."''

Enoch was unlike his brothers in all ways but few. Unlike them, the future Hand of the Warmaster landed amidst no oceans to brave, or strange cultures to study and grow in, or monsters to battle. Enoch was cast down upon a barren, lifeless rock, so remote and tiny that it appeared on no starmaps and drew no attention. Growing rapidly into a young man after his virto-pod shattered against the windswept barrens of his new home, Enoch knew only sand and grit for the long days of his youth. Bereft even of a clear view of the sky, he wandered aimlessly in the howling dust storms that enveloped the lifeless plains. He subsisted on what moisture and fungal filth he could scrounge from the undersides of rocks, lead on in his endless pilgrimage by nothing but the knowledge that, wherever he was, there was nothing for him here.

The arrival of the Emperor was not simply the return of an absent father for Enoch, nor the arrival of a worthy king. It was salvation - it was the end to his wandering, the end to his constant loneliness. Unable to speak and baffled by the shapes and sounds of humanity, Enoch was taken to Terra to be rehabilitated and educated in the ways of the Imperium. Though he spent much of the journey at his Father's side, learning all he could of what he was and how he would fulfill his purpose, the Emperor quickly went about his own secret business upon the return to the center of his Imperium, entrusting Enoch to an ever-increasing succession of scribes, scholars, and generals, each one with their own lessons to teach the Primarch. These soft humans seemed to him almost an impossibility, their forms so frail and small, and as his tutelage drew onward, he found himself feeling increasingly alone. Still, he was attentive and fervent in his studies, demonstrating utter devotion in the hopes that it would soon enough attract the radiant gaze of the Emperor. 

Eventually, his devotion was rewarded not by his Father, but by one of his brothers. Judging his integration into the Imperium complete, The Warmaster (then simply The Heir) finally assigned to Enoch his Legion, and set him forth upon the great undertaking of the Crusade. Looking upon his legion, Enoch vowed that he would soon see them in the utmost favor of his Father, no matter how many men had to die to make it so.