The two ways to receive a Horus license:
1. It started with intrusive thoughts. Strange musings on the nature of reality, that didn't quite feel like they came from your own mind. Then the dreams, strange and surreal even by the standards of the feverish. They felt almost like they were desperate to tell you something. Then one night, your dreams transcended. Suddenly, you understood: the truths of reality were laid bare before you, and one by one you gorged yourself on each understanding. But then, you realized it was a dream. The knowledge was pure truth, the understanding divine, but you knew that the moment you awoke it would prove fleeting as a blink. You jolted awake, with only the vague sense that you had lost something precious. When you arrived at the hangar that morning, the Goblin was standing in your bay like it belonged there. When you climbed inside it felt familiar, like you'd been piloting it for years. According to the records, the printers received no instructions during the night. The Goblin exists regardless.
2. You recieved a silly anonymous birthday card. Inside was a piece of paper that said "pegasus license" written clumsily in crayon. It was not your birthday.
