Guardianship

by the bonesinger of yme-loc

Child of a dead god, offspring of a dying species - I speak through violence and through violence I bring my truth. [Three vignettes set in the Destiny universe, each about a Guardian and inspired by the format of the grimoire cards. Functionally complete.]

1. What even are you?

You were, at first, nothing. There's a metaphor there to be made, probably by someone smarter and with more time on their hands to play with it. You don't have time for that. From the first thing you heard, in the muddled-grey matter haze of your brain still figuring out that it wasn't dust and ashes anymore, when the filtered digital burr of the voice trickled down into your awareness, you have been moving.

There isn't a time to stop. That which you are now is a blunt tool: an implement of imprecise destruction. Turn you loose and watch the world burn – that how you get things done. It isn't clean, it isn't pretty, and it isn't legendary. You are a sword blunted but with enough strength in the arm even the dullest edge can slice. You are a vessel without a wheel, steam at full and turbines howling all without the knowledge there is no one at the helm. A ghost ship, dead ship, plying the waterways to bring others down to death with you too.

What even are you. Don't name names or evade the question. What are you. Why are you. You are death and what you bring is death