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Walking the Void

A Destiny Fanfic

"A Warlock's mind is an arsenal of deadly secrets,

balanced between godhood and madness."

Grimoire Card: Warlock

Chapter 1 Returned

My last memories were of wind. It was strong, it whipped my hair about. Wind so strong it felt like my face was going to tear apart. No… those weren't my last memories, they were my only memories. And they didn't start there.

I remember being strapped into my seat. Text was written on the seat in front of me, something-something Airlines, or something of the sort. Hours long flight, the sun rising over the clouds, it looked pretty. Then the plane rocked. My stomach did thirty somersaults in the space of seconds. I felt something, like a hand gripping mine, screaming voices, shrieking cries. The warmth of fire touched my face, but then it grew too hot I had to turn away, and the wind hit my face. A roaring sound overcame everything else, followed by the screeching . My stomach flew all the way up to my throat, my vision clouded over with orange fire and gray clouds. The face-ripping wind caused my eyes to tear, but I didn't close them.

I don't remember, feeling anything. Not fear, not sadness, I was falling to my death but I felt nothing. I tuned out the screams of terror, the cries of hopelessness—strangely in the midst of the pain and abject terror I felt something akin to peace. In the face of inevitable death, my mind was a blank slate. Maybe that was why I became a Warlock.

I didn't know it then, I didn't know about Warlocks, Hunters and Titans. The Traveler and the Darkness; Ghosts and Guardians. And I was about to lose just about everything I knew about the old world.

Because moments later…

I died.

-x-x-x-

"Guardian? Guardian!" Dorian opened his eyes, his retina's reacting harshly to the first light they've seen after seven hundred years of dust and decay. His ears began to pick up sound too, and they weren't the most welcome of sounds. Alas, an explosion finally shook him into to consciousness. "So glad I found you. It's been a while since we've seen one of you. But Guardians are always welcome! By the way, I'm your ghost!" The cheery voice, originated from a many sided polyhedron, floating in the air in front of him. Its color was slate gray with yellow highlights, it had one blue eye that emitted light, brighter whenever it spoke. Another explosion sounded off in the distance, followed by the rat-a-tat of machine gunfire. Had he come back to life on the field battle? Dorian crept to his knees, then slowly to his feet with a vigor he had never felt before. He stood a pile of wreckage in the middle of hilly ground. The wreckage wasn't from plane.

"Where am I?"

"This place used be known as Europe. I managed to find your remains, and I've revived you. You won't remember anything, but it'll come back sooner or later."

"Which one is it? Sooner or later?"

"We have more pressing problems."

"Such as?"

"There is a group of Guardians near-by. If you ever wish to get out of this godforsaken place, I suggest you get to them. They might not come back in a hundred years." Dorian gave him a look of utter confusion.

"You want me to head towards the explosions?"

"Yes!" It said with much too cheery a tone.

"No, thank you. I'll head in the other directions." Dorian dusted off his shirt and trousers and started walking. Whoa… The clothes that covered his body weren't like anything he had ever seen, not that he remembered much from before waking up. They did feel snug and comfortable however.

"There's nothing else the other way. C'mon! We have to go now."

"I'd take my chances with someone else."

"There is no one else. No people. Not in a hundred miles, not in a thousand." Dorian stopped dead in his tracks. "If you continue on, you'll miss the only opportunity you have of ever getting to the City. Now, let's go!"

Dorian relented, and began followed the Ghost's lead. "The City?"

"Yes, the Last City on Earth."

"Really? What happened to all the others?" Dorian asked with a bit of humor in his voice. Humor that the Ghost didn't seem to catch.

"They were destroyed during the Collapse, nothing outside the Traveler's protection survived. It sacrificed itself to save us, and now we are forced to take refuge beneath its Light."

"You are serious aren't you?" Dorian said, finally understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Come see for yourself." The Ghost accelerated forward and flew over a crest. Dorian followed the ghost and saw for himself the wasteland he was in.

He stopped in his tracks as he arrived. A wasteland indeed. There was very little left of his world. The most prominent of edifices were in ruins, overrun by nature unkempt. Buildings were a mass of rubble and rusted metal. But that wasn't what caught his attention. The rubble and rusted ruins were old but they didn't look untouched. "I thought you said there wasn't any other people anywhere near here?"

"Yes, there isn't."

"So who made all the mess, it looks recent?"

"What makes you think they were caused by anything human?"

Dorian swore under his breath and stopped dead in his tracks. "That's it! Stop! Where they hell am I? What the hell is going on? I demand to know!"

"You are in the wastelands of Old Russia, centuries unknown after the Collapse of Humanity's Golden Age, marked by the arrival of the Traveler. And now you have been chosen by the Traveler to protect humanity and reassert its dominance over earth then the whole of the solar system. You have been chose to serve under the Light and push back the Darkness. You are a Guardian." Dorian stood in silence a moment, feeling like he had just been handed a screwdriver and been told to make house. Ill-equipped and just not up to the job. "Does that satisfy you, Guardian?"

"Yes, the name's Dorian by the way. What's yours?"

"I am your Ghost, Guardian."

"So 'Ghost' then?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're missing a window of opportunity. You must hurry!" Dorian began to run half-heartedly. He was paying too much attention to the alien Landscape around him. He didn't have any memories, so it confused him even further why it bothered him at all. Whenever he tried to come up with an explanation, whenever he tried to come up with the image of what his surroundings were supposed to look like… all he could come up with was… blank. Whatever it was that bothered him, it was subconscious. A gut feeling telling him it was that he wasn't supposed to be here.

"Not long now it's just—" Another explosion rocked the landscape, Dorian halted, afraid what he was going to find over those hills. It never occurred to him that whatever was over those hills was going to find him. Dorian then heard the clicks behind him. When he turned he saw the humanoid beast rushing him with blade.

Move! spoke a voice inside him. His muscles began to move on their own accord. The rest of his brain began to work a second later and followed when the rest of his was already going. He landed on the ground beside him maladroitly—fortunately the thing tried to dive after him and suffered the same fate. Spinning in the sand, Dorian rushed to get back on his feet before the thing did. When he succeeded, he ran.

Over the hill the scene was worse. The entire landscape was filled with the things, they rushed from rock to rock as the ground exploded. It took Dorian a moment to realize they were evading something. The two men perched atop a rusted plane—raining hell onto the countryside.

"Guardian, behind you!" Dorian spun all too late and the monster pounced on him. It lifted a blade form the folds of its ragged robes, if whatever he was wearing could be called a robe. Then the voice spoke again, Kill it!

"What?" Dorian said out loud.

The monster tilted his head like a dog, in curiosity, unable to understand human language. But the word registered nonetheless.It snarled with its mandibles and four-eyes

Kill it! It was then Dorian's hands moved on their own accord. Stretching outwards, making an outstretched palm. Power flowed through his hand his hand, focusing at the palm. It the great energy pooled at his finger tips, not unleashing. As if awaiting Dorian's permission: he gave it. A blast of sound deafened his ears then the thing was jerked backwards and off of Dorian. Pushed by an fluorescent purple force field, the creature landed on all fours.

Dorian climbed to his knees. Then as the thing searched the sand for its fallen blade, Dorian drew back his hand. He felt the unknown voice in him again. Kill it. Dorian felt the thrum of power as the energy filled his finger tips. Then Dorian launched the force field again, this time jarring the monster into the ground, snapping its bones.

"You seem to have caught their attention." His ghost said.

"Who's attention?"

"The Fallen, the one you just killed is a Dreg. And there's more coming your way. I'm trying to contact their ghost but my frequency is wrong."

"Then broadcast on all frequencies." Dorian said, panic creeping into his voice as he picked up the Dreg's blade. Kill them, kill them all. The voice spoke within him once more. You don't need that, you're no Hunter. Dorian looked at the knife once before dropping it. You are a Warlock, you fight with the Void. Dorian felt energy run all throughout him. Whatever it was inside him it was powerful, and Dorian felt his limbs fill with that power. He stretched out his hands at the nearest dreg and then let lose. A force-field of energy ripped away from him, stronger the before, and tore through the Dreg. "On your right." Said his Ghost, but Dorian was already on it, sending another wave of energy. "There's too many of them." Don't listen to him, at least a little bit more. Dorian charged at the remaining Dregs, launching two waves of energy, one from each hand. At a distance the fields would lose energy before hitting the targets, only stunning the Dregs but not killing them.

But once he was in range, Dorian unleashed another force of energy. Actually a blade wouldn't be all that useless now. Dorian picked a blade from the dead Dreg then turned to face another Dreg. Except that it wasn't. No melee weapon on this Fallen, he instead had a rifle in his hand. Aimed for Dorian's head. Bang. TheFallen fell.

No pun intended.

All around his friends looked on in surprise, and when they turned around they were met with a knife. The man plucked his knife from one Fallen then moved to the next one. As he ran for them his figure lit up in blue, and he became a blur. Running from one Fallen to the other, slashing with a blue glowing knife, soaking up the bullets as if they were nothing but flecks of dust. His glowing energy went out before the last fallen, but by then he had his rifle out. At point blank, the fallen didn't stand a chance. It's head exploded and he fell back. Then the man turned—woman. Too many curves for that to be a man. Dorian could see clearly now, his savior was a she.

"What the hell were you thinking? Running into a group of Fallen without any weapons? What sort of idiot are you?"

"Elsynn calm down!" said a strangely electronic voice. It was the other one he saw by the wreckage. The man, at least as far as Dorian had been able to deduce, looked at him. He tilted his head as if analyzing every aspect of Dorian. "Where are you from?"

"What kind of question is that, Tax?"

"Humor me, Elsynn. Where do you come from Guardian?"

Dorian didn't know, "I don't know. All I remember was I was falling then I woke up—"

"Woke up?" The man named Tax said. His armour was broad-shouldered and he had an emblem that liked vaguely like a hexagon. His face was covered by a sleek visor that glowed with bluish light. "Was he there when you woke up? Hovering right over you?" the man gestured to Dorian's Ghost.

"Yes." Tax nodded then turned to Elsynn and gestured to Dorian, as if that was all the explanation needed.

Elsynn looked at Dorian in for one second, then turned away, but Dorian was able to catch a bit of murmuring, "All you Warlocks are Crazy."

"I'm assuming you don't have a your own Jumpship."

"My what-ship?"

"Exactly. You're going to have to tag along with Elsynn there. You usually have some spare room in yours don't you?" She grunted in reply, "Alright then let's get moving."

"What are we all doing then?"

"We received orders to patrol the area. Fallen activity has heightened in the area recently. The Vanguard of Hunters told us to scout the area tell them what we see. But so far we haven't seen anything other than you."

"Got a name?" Elsynn asked curtly.

"Dorian."

"Alright, Dorian. Catch." She said it with such a flat tone that Dorian almost didn't turn to see the scout rifle flying his way. "You know how to fire one?"

"No."

"It'll come to you. It usually does."

Dorian held the rifle at arm's length, still not knowing what to do with such a weapon.

"Here's some ammunition. Don't shoot yourself in the foot." Elsynn said then continued on her way.

"Is she always like that?" Dorian asked Tax.

"Like what?"

"So… curt."

"On the battlefield I guess, but she's better when she's out of combat."

"I see. I'm Dorian by the way."

"Taxon-4. But you can call me Tax. And welcome to Old Russia, what's left of it anyways."

"Heads up, boys!" Elsynn called out. In an instantly Tax's calm friendly posture straightened. His lights behind his visor went from blue to red. His weapon went up. "Two dozen Fallen in formation around the mouth of cave." Elsynn continued.

"Here's some spinmetal leaves. Have your Ghost construct a helmet for you. You're going to need it." The pile of leaves appeared in a flash of blue lights. As soon as they appeared, Dorian's Ghost zoomed on it and began to scan it, moments later the pile disappeared in a another flash of blue light.

"Hold out your hand, Guardian." As Dorian complied, a helmet appeared out of the air and landed in his hands, a silvery metal with forest green highlights around the edges and around the visor. The way the visor was built into the middle of the face made it look like a hood. "Very basic I'm afraid, the Ghost apologized. Not at all flashy. You should be able to buy the stylish stuff at the Tower."

I looked to see both Taxon-4 and Elsynn already crouching at the top of a hill, Elsynn was eyeing the enemy though the scope of a sniper rifle. Dorian's ghost then zipped around his own Scout rifle. "Good build. High damage, equipped with a scope. You're lucky she gave this to you for free, it would have cost you quite a bit at the Tower." He slung the rifle over his back

"I'm starting to think of the Tower, as a shopping centre, with all you're saying about it."

"It seems as though they've begun their attack." The Ghost said in such a plain voice, that Dorian nearly missed the urgency of it. The two were gone. Dorian ran after them just in time to see Taxon-4 hit the main group of Fallen with a Grenade. Elsynn ran and slid behind a rock, then came up equipped with a sniper rifle. Watching the two work, was like watching the hands of a clock move. With accuracy and precision, the move of one completed the other. Dorian enfeebled, what could I do? Next to the sun, the candle was rendered useless.

Then the voice spoke, the Exo is hitting the Fallen head on, he won't need back up either. The Fallen is drawn out. What does that leave open?

"The Cave."

"Excuse me?" His Ghost asked, but Dorian had already ran down the hill.

"New Guy! What the hell?" Elsynn cried out, but Dorian wasn't listening to her anymore. He was charging for the mouth of the cave. He let energy fill his hand. As the Fallen closest to the cave turned from Taxon-4 to Dorian, Dorian's hand was already in his face. The Creature's head snapped backward in face with such energy, the entire body flipped backwards, its head at an unhealthy angle. The Second fallen by the mouth of the cave suffered a similar fate. The Dorian, still running at full speed, slid into a crouch as he entered the mouth of the cave. By the time the Fallen on the ground looked back, there was nothing but dust.

There in the darkness of the cave, Dorian realized he had been given a weapon. He pulled the rifle off of his back. "Ghost can you give me any light?" then the Ghost's eyes brightened as it's beam tightened. The Ghost lit the space in front of him like a flashlight, lighting up the three dregs standing in the dark, poised to jump on his if he had moved any further forwards. Then the voice took over again. Dorian didn't even think, but his body had already decided to do things.

Butt to the shoulder.

Safety off.

Hand around the grip.

Finger on the trigger.

Aim down the sight.

Squeeze.

The powerful weapon bucked against his shoulder, the bullet went high. Hand further down the barrel. Stabilize and…

Squeeze. The Weapon barked in the dark. The round his the Dreg's center mass. Dorian shifted to the right, then fired again. The last dreg, seeing his two fallen comrades, dodged to the right. But from Dorian's point of view all he had to do was shift his right foot to the right, change his aiming a bit more and…

The last dreg went down, headless.

"Can you get any brighter?"

"I'll try. More Fallen up ahead, they've got guns take cover!"All there was down there was rocks, so Dorian crouched behind the closest rock big enough to cover all of him. In the dark of the cave each shot was highlighted by a flash. Also by the tremors that travelled the rock Dorian was hiding behind as it tore to shreds. Wait for a lull. Go! Dorian vaulted over the rock and aimed for the reloading Fallen, it fell in two shots. A wave of energy knocked the other out of his cover and then Dorian finished him off with his scout rifle. "We should wait for the two others." Dorian's Ghost said, turning back to the entrance of the cave. A staccato of machine-gun fire could still be heard.

"I thought you told me to go inside they cave while the Fallen up there was distracted."

"I didn't say that." Dorian looked at him weird. He waved his doubts away from his mind then continued down the cave. The walls of the cave were replaced by sheet of metal, as the cave slowly looked more man-made then natural. No time to wonder, the fallen had noticed his presence. Dorian raised the rifle to his shoulder and let her rip multiple rounds into down the path. One got clipped in the shoulder and went down. Dorian finished him off, while the two others scrambled into cover. Then his gun went empty.

Dorian dove for the cover of an old steel pipe as the cave around him lit up. Finger the ejector.

Draw the new mag and push it in.

Then pull the handle.

Dorian emerged from his cover, hand charged with energy. A force field of energy knocked the fallen back as Dorian walked forward, stepping, then shooting, stepping then shooting. The trio of Fallen running out of cover, caught Dorian by surprise. He pulled the trigger thrice but only one bullet connected. Then the Fallen turned to him and fired it weapon. The bullet caught in him in the gut—forcing the air out of his lungs. The second his him in the shoulder, before he sent another wave of energy in the direction of the Fallen. Then in a frenzy of panic and rage, he let the scout rifle rip into the Fallen.

In the end more bullets had hit the wall than the Fallen, but they were all dead on the ground. Feeling a wave of panic hit him, he checked his stomach then his shoulder where the bullets had it. He expected blood but he got nothing.

"Oh, I should have mentioned the armor can take a few hits. Which should be able to protect you almost indefinitely, provided you allow it to regenerate to their full capacities."

Dorian let out and sigh of relief . Glancing at his Ghost, annoyed, "It didn't occur to you that this information would have been important to know earlier?"

His Ghost moved in the Ghost's equivalent of a shrug then looked on. There was rattling ahead which meant more Fallen. "There's a shotgun there! Should come in handy, though I should tell you ammunition for shotgun is much rarer than ammunition you'll find for your rifle."

His ghost was right. all Dorian was able to find was four rounds for the shot gun, Plus the one already loaded into his shotgun. Shotguns have a bigger kick. Both to you and your enemy. But you can be ready, they never can. Somehow the knowledge of his armor and the voice in his head spurred him on. Around him, the cave had fully changed into old rusted hallways that lead down into somewhere. Dorian was eager to find out. He steadied his shotgun, then continued forward at a brisk pace.

Too quiet. Probably an ambush.

Dorian's step faltered but he continued to walk forward. The four Fallen waiting in the next hallway was expecting Dorian to still continue walking unprepared into their line of fire. What they were unprepared for was, his purple force-field hitting them like a wave. Then in came Dorian Shotgun in hand. The shotgun had a much louder bark and a bite that tore each Fallen like they were made of wet toilet paper.

"There's something down there." The Ghost said. "I can feel it. We should investigate."

"Can't you go down there yourself?"

"Not unless I want to get torn to shreds by the Fallen probably guarding it."

Dorian inserted his last Shotgun shell then pulled out his Scout rifle instead. Save for a rainy day, he thought to himself. The end of the hallway open up to a room. The door led to a catwalk over looking a rather large room. Dorian dealt with the three Fallen in the room quickly. Then dropped down to investigate the thrumming of electronic instruments at the end of the room. "I need to scan thi—"

Dorian felt the ground behind his shake as something titanic dropped to the ground behind him. It was a Fallen, larger than any he had ever seen. Standing almost two heads above him. It wore a much more flamboyant red cape, which flowed raggedly out behind him.

"Fallen Captain!" The Large fallen backhanded Dorian across his chest sending him flying backwards into a pile of rusted pipes. Dorian rolled out of the pile but felt as rapid jabs of pain hit his side. He leapt into cover, and watched as Fallen began to crawl out of their hiding places. A bold enough Dreg ran straight over, and landed in front of Dorian. He fell moments later with half a head, not that there was much to begin with. Dorian swore at himself, he ran right into the trap. He emerged over his cover, managed for shoot a Fallen in the face before the Captain's machine gun forced him back into his cover.

By staccato of gunfire, Dorian felt rather than saw the Captain getting closer. Dorian crawled, along the cover of pipes narrowly avoiding gunshots each time. Another bold Dreg showed himself. It landed a strike with his blade, which, Dorian found out, held some electric charge. An outstretched palm, then of wave of energy from a distance close enough Dorian heard the bones inside it crunch. Dorian looked back at the entrance. It had been sealed shut, of course it had.

"You armor levels are dangerously low," his Ghost warned him.

"How long does it take to regenerate?"

The Ghost glanced at the incoming force, "Too long. I'll try to hail the others."

Save for a slight deterrence, any bullets he fired the Fallen Captain shrugged off. And Dorian was low on ammo. It seemed stupid. He had only been awake—no, alive for about an hour or so and already he was going to die. That woman was right, what the hell was I doing? He thought to himself. This was probably the exact reason they kept him out of the battle for the fear that he would have done something colossally stupid such was rushing into an ambush. All I did was follow the voice, where did that voice even come from. Was it even real?

Yes, I am real. And in case you were wondering, I am the Void. I am ancient and powerful knowledge manifest. And you're not going to die today. Pick up the rifle, and I charge. Upon the beck of a voice so raw and ancient and powerful what could Dorian but comply. Then he jumped out of his cover and ran. He aimed for the fallen not on the ground, but in the catwalks he nailed them in several shots. He felt another shot hit him, then another, then another. He turned to the Captain and the goons surrounding him.

Hand up.

Pool in the power.

Run then jump.

Unleash it.

Dorian felt the power coalesce in his arms and he threw it down at the Captain. It wasn't a wave of energy. It was an orb, fluorescent purple and glowing. Then the orb hit the Captain. Energy rained the ground, all the energy focused on the orb exploded consuming all in its path. The Captain's skin grew bright purple before vaporizing. The Dregs around him suffered the same fate.

Dorian landed back on the ground, and saw that there was nothing left all around him. Just himself in the silence. He killed everything. Well done then he heard then he collapsed

-x-x-x-

"Dorian, Dorian!" He heard Elsynn's voice, then she shook him back into consciousness. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"El, they're all dead." Taxon-4 said.

"What?"

"They're all dead. And look at this, this used to be a Captains flag. And look at the ground."

"Orb of Light. This early? It takes most Warlocks at the very least a week before they're powerful enough to use Novas."

"And he's only been alive for a day."

"You're lucky you took everything out with one Orb of Light. If there had been anymore and you had collapsed… They would have picked you apart."

"But they didn't. They're all dead." Dorian replied rather snidely.

"You should be more careful." Tax said.

"I've finished scanning the computers," said a Ghost. It was Taxon-4's. "It was sending a signal, summoning Fallen ships on their frequencies."

"To what purpose?"

"I haven't found anything yet that could suggest who put it there or for what purpose. Whoever it was they set it up well and left quickly."

"And that was what attracted all the Fallen to this Cave, that's it?" Dorian asked.

"I didn't find anything else." the Ghost replied.

"Then let's get back to the Tower. I'll report back to Cayde-6." Said Elsynn.

"He also has no jumpship, so he's riding on yours."

Elsynn glanced at Dorian, then said offhandedly, "Sure, why not." Dorian followed the two outside, where two ships awaited. The large mechanical beast hovered ten metres above the ground. Their twin engines thrummed with power, as they descended a little lower.

"Once you're on the Tower, Ikora Rey will take you in. The Speaker might want to see you too." Taxon-4 explained as they walked to the aircrafts. " You'll also be given pay and living quarters at the tower. I'll explain the rest when we get to the Tower. And I'm sure they make it clearer than I have just tried to explain to you."

He vanished in a cloud of blue lights. Soon so did Elsynn. Dorian felt his every nerve on his body tingle, then found himself sitting behind Elsynn. She hits some buttons on the panel in front of her then turned to her ghost. It was white with blue highlights. "The City."

"Calculating trip." Said the Ghost. "ETA: twelve minutes." The engines thrummed with power before coming fully alive in a roar. Dorian sank into his seat, as the plane launched forward.

"Have you ever seen the Traveler, Dorian?" Elsynn asked, her tone growing light for the first time. Dorian replied no, "The City?" Again, no. "Well you're in for quite the sight."