Blows off the dust, Hello there! Long time no see FanFiction. You might be wondering why I was so inactive. Well, because when I write the dirty I don't upload it here in fear of getting my account perma-banned. Got inspired by another author, which I don't know if they have an FF account, but our Guardians are stone walls when it comes to emotion. Time to build it up and then knock it down. Welcome to A Scholar's Burden! It's good to be back...
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Evan Vaash was the Warlock everyone knew. The way he cruises through the competition in the Crucible with the Storm. He has been around for a couple of decades and has seen some major events in the City's history. He was only a newly Risen Kinderguardian when he defeated the Black Garden. Yet, he swears he had help from his Fireteam, they, however, didn't believe him, even though they were literally right there with him.
He didn't go on the raid that ended the Kings' son as he was called away for a favor he owed to the Queen of the Reef, Mara Sov. She requested his presence to help find the Fallen scum that betrayed her. Skolas, the 'Kell of Kells' as he was self-proclaimed, was defeated in a matter of weeks. Everyone knows the story of how he defeated Skolas without using the Light, which according to Evan, is completely false. Skolas was a right pain in the ass. The douche had Vex tech on his side, yet it didn't save him.
Even so, when the King arrived in the Rings of Saturn, Evan answered the call. He fought the Taken armies head-on, with a cocky grin plastered across his Awoken features.
Everyone knew he was a little carefree, but had the remarkable traits of a Warlock. Ikora Rey had personally mentored him in the Voidwalker Subclass, but when he felt a spark calling to him, he answered.
He traveled far and wide across the Solar System, searching for this spark. His search ended at Blind Watch, a Crucible arena of all places. This has been his favorite arena. It was where he got his first Seventh Column medal, earning the Crucible Handler's approval. If that didn't boost his ego, then nothing else will.
"Hey Val, I think we found it…." Evan said to his Ghost, who wore a small rosy shell, his Ghost's favorite out of all the shells Evan had crafted for her.
"Really? What was your first clue, Evan?" Val retorted. It was good that she did, someone has to keep him in line. He may be a Warlock but has some of the behaviors of a Hunter. Even Cayde took notice from it and was interested, but backed off when Ikora threatened him saying and Evan swears on his Ghost, 'Stay away from my pupil or I swear to the Traveler, Cayde, you will get a worse punishment than Shaxx did in my Crucible days.' Cayde didn't talk to Evan much, out of fear for his own life. Smart move there.
"The sparking sky or the amount of Vex surrounding said sparks." Time to go to work, Evan thought as he pulled his Scout Rifle, Angel's Advocate, off his shoulder and went for a 'casual' stroll through Blind Watch.
His mentor managed to contact him, "I see you found what you were looking for, now the question is, are you ready to face the Storm?" Ikora seemed to know what was going on.
Evan scoffed, "I was born ready Ikora," He said as he called upon the Storm. He didn't try to control it, no, he aimed to calm it and redirect it towards his enemies. Once he got the Storm's attention, he was ready.
He was close to the edge of the arena, where a fall would certainly kill him if he wasn't careful, yet he was always calculating. Val found this funny as normally his calculations are eighty-five percent accurate fifty percent of the time.
The Storm accepted his entrance and filled him with the Arc energy needed to complete his test. Outside of Evan's view, he disappeared from the world, as if he had never existed, but that was far from the truth. The Storm felt light, yet hyper as it danced over his skin. Evan felt the Light flow within his veins, giving him strength and the most peculiar thing, he felt as if the Traveler itself was there, embracing him.
Val felt it so much more than Evan. she felt as if her 'parent' was telling her it would be alright, to trust her Guardian. Val regarded Evan as a strong individual, who also had a small problem with the ladies. It wasn't he was unapproachable, quite the opposite actually, they wouldn't leave him alone. Val had searched for him for so long and when she found him, she was so overprotective that she wouldn't transmat him to the Crucible arenas or to the City streets to socialize. Ghosts always seem to be like that, overbearing and protective of their Guardian. Val felt a sense of warmth as if the Traveler had a physical form and it hugged her. She closed her optic as the feeling overtook her.
She found herself staring at Evan with a newfound sense of love. She loves her Guardian, not in an intimate way, but in a companion kind of way. Someone, he could tell all his secrets to and then promptly tease him about it later.
Evan felt such a rush that the Storm allowed him to test it out. He activated Stromtrance and laid waste to any Vex he could get his lightning covered fingers on. He was whooping and laughing the whole time. It was the most excited Val has ever seen him.
As the super faded away, Evan felt a newfound sense of calmness, "Wow… that was a rush," he whispered to himself, yet Ikora was listening intensively.
"Congratulations Warlock, you are the first Stormcaller of the New Age. Come home and we will discuss this new development in detail." Ikora gently ordered, "but I wouldn't be against you if you went out and continued to 'test' this newfound power if you so choose."
See, this is why Evan holds such a high opinion of her, she knows Warlocks thirst for knowledge and denying them that will make them get it anyway, without or without an order.
As Evan walked away, he realized something... He entered this place as a Voidwalker but exited as a Stormcaller. Everyone back at the Tower was going to be so jealous. But first, he had some Cabal to kill… Those ugly space rhinos are really quite annoying.
Upon returning to the Tower, Evan was getting all the attention, the sparks on his arms weren't going away and everyone was wondering what in Traveler's name is going on. Other Warlocks stopped by to inspect him while he was busy cleaning his weapons, all the dust from Mars clogs the barrels and receivers, jamming them.
"There's no way he's one of them. They haven't been seen for centuries!" An Exo Warlock said.
"Believe what you will, for I do not question it," Evan replied smoothly.
An Awoken Huntress was not interested in the sparks on his forearms, she was more like gazing at his face, watching it scrunch up in concentration as he cleaned his weapons, his Ghost hovering slightly behind him. She thought it cute.
"Definitely not cute, I prefer manly." Evan teased.
The Huntress cursed herself, she didn't think she said it aloud. "Sorry," she mumbled.
"Don't be… Have we met?" Evan asked.
The Huntress straightened, "No, we haven't. Name's Lena Tham."
Evan's eyes twinkled, "An Awoken, here I thought we were hard to come by. Name's Evan Vaash, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Hunter."
"Likewise Warlock. How long have you been a Guardian, if you don't mind me asking." Lena inquired as she took off her helmet, revealing her face. She gazed at Evan's features, her light violet eyes staring into Evan's charcoal grey eyes, they may even have a slight silver tint to them.
Evan smiled, a genuine one, one he hasn't really smiled in a few years. He may take an interest in this Huntress. "I've been around for about twoish decades, but have helped a great deal, and now with this." He references the sparks, "I can only imagine what's in store for me."
Lena was always watching Evan, she may or may not have had an itty bitty crush on him, but she never made it known. It may just be the reverse where a guy has a crush on a girl and everyone knows it except the girl. It's that. Evan was just blind to it, well, until now.
"Your face is flushing, you're embarrassed, I don't know why you are. I can't be that intimidating, am I?" he teased in good nature.
Lena let out a small giggle but also brushed a strand of hair that fell out of her braid behind her ear, "You don't seem all bad… maybe a little egotistical, but not bad." Lena teased right back.
"Oh, that really stings Lena, you wound me in a way that I cannot heal," Evan said as he dramatically clutched his heart, purposely breathing heavily. His Ghost rolled her optic at his antics, before zapping him. "Hey! Val, that wasn't nice!" He complained.
"Evan, Ikora has requested your presence. She needs to talk to you about your new development." Val insisted, telling him silently that it was urgent. Evan looked at Lena, then back at Val.
"Go, your Vanguard needs you," Lena said, not getting mad that he's leaving. Maybe a little sad, but she quickly snuffed that feeling.
Evan didn't hide his sadness so well, "Aww, but I'm finally getting somewhere!. Fine, it better be important if she is saying 'urgent'." He continued to ramble on about how 'she always interrupts me' and 'this is the fifth time in two days'. Lena couldn't contain her laughter as she clutched her stomach. "Glad you think it's funny. You're not one of the only Stormcallers in existence right now."
Lena stopped laughing, "So, it's true? You really are one of them?"
Evan swore and his gaze hardened, "Yes, and I'd prefer to not have this slip. It's bad enough you know but add to the fact that I always have eyes on me, doesn't make it any easier. Now, it was a blessing to meet you, Lena Tham, but I must go, my people need me!" He said before laughing at his own words. "Traveler almighty, I cannot believe I just said that."
Lena let out another giggle, "Go, Ikora doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Don't I know it, I have stories for that, but another time yeah?" Evan asked.
"I'd like that, spicy ramen?" Lena suggested.
"Yes, that is my guilty pleasure. The one good thing about hanging out with Cayde," Evan said while reassembling his weapons and having Val transmat them to wherever they go.
"In a few days? I'll have my Ghost ping you." Lena asked.
"Sure I-"
"Warlock Evan Vaash, please report to Ikora before she blasts you off the Tower. I also like living." Cayde's voice rang out over the Tower PA system.
"Sounds like someone got called to the principle's office." Lena joked.
"Oh, haha, you're so funny Lena," Evan said sarcastically as he walked down the stairs to the Vanguard Hall.
"He's certainly an interesting fellow." Lena's Ghost, Quinn, observed.
"He is," she said, almost dreamlike. She was thinking of ways to get him to say her name...
"Stop those thoughts this instant young lady!" Quinn scolded, "Not every guy wants that, but Lena, dear, control your hormones. Maybe in time."
"I hope you're right," Lena mumbled, a hint of sadness covering her features.
"Dear child, when am I not?" Quinn quipped playfully. Lena only rolled her eyes.
Four years later…
"Lena! Where did you put the- Never mind!" Evan said as he found what he was looking for. These past four years have been generous, but he couldn't help but think about the near future. After having helped with the SIVA crisis, Evan took the time to train Warlocks, veterans and kinderguardians alike, with mastering the Storm. They would have to visit some place that the Storm demands and pass its test.
Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread he feels. He feels like something is going to happen and he doesn't know how to go about it. He had told the Vanguard about it and they told him that was something that happens after a 'heroic act'. Evan didn't believe them.
Lena has been keeping eyes on Evan, ever since that date they had, they hit it off. They started to go on patrol together. They were around each other more, and their Ghosts teased them about it to no end. Val and Quinn ended up urging them to 'tie the knot' as the old saying goes.
Evan, or as he is known as in the Crucible, Cruz, had grown fond of Lena and vice versa. They fell in love, not uncommon, but bizarre. Normally Warlocks and Hunter avoid each like the plague, but not these two. They got to know each other and they just clicked. They both had a chill come up their spines as they admitted their feelings to each other. It seems the Traveler was playing matchmaker.
"What are you thinking about, love?" Lena asked as she wrapped her arms around Evan's neck while he stared out into the storm brewing outside.
"That feeling of angst still hasn't gone away, and it's been almost a year. It's grown with each and every passing day. I've tried everything, meditation, herb-induced hallucinations, everything. Yet, the feeling refuses to go away." Evan explained, turning around and kissing Lena.
"You think something might happen?" she whispered after they separated to breathe.
"Not might, will." Evan corrected, somberly.
"You know, I'll be with you every step of the way, right?" Lena questioned.
"I know, and I thank you for that. I love you, my little Huntress." Evan said watching Lena's face flush. "I love it when you do that." he murmured as he traced the energy on her face. It was swirling energy, stark white, in contrast to her ocean blue skin.
They could tell where this was going as they were making there way to the bedroom, but then the Tower shook and the alarms blared.
"This is not a drill, we are under attack. I repeat we are under attack! All available Guardians, battle stations!"
Evan and Lena locked eyes and they knew what they had to do. Both of their Ghosts transmatted their armor on and left for the Plaza. They needed to figure out what was going on.
Little did they know, it was going to be a rough few hours, and they might never see each other again.