Prologue

'So Blink, is it recording?'

'Yes...and don't do that'

'Ok, here goes...'

'Guardian Log entry 1, Current location, Tower, North - wait, do I really need to say all this?'

'It's important to log all data, its good practice'

'Fine' *sigh*

'What do I 'log' exactly?'

'Well, I believe the purpose of this is to store mission and scout reports, environmental data and the like for future reference, and more importantly to keep you sane'

'Well, maybe I should start with the day I woke up...yeh...'

That was my first entry, over 2 years ago now.

I'd been alive a little over two weeks, I've changed so much since then. The universe has changed.

Of course it's still me and Blink, and he still hates being called that.

'Guardian Log entry 736, current location, freezing my ass off!'

'Logs relative to the current crisis will be relayed to Lord Saladin, so be professional!'

'Ok, ok His Royal Blinkiness, anyway, landing site temporarily secured, although Fallen backup won't be far away, hourly area mapping scans shows constant activity. Now to Blink for the weather and traffic!'

'...As much as I enjoy your...quirky humour, we should really get to work'

'Right, up ahead there's what looks like an old cargo loading area, let's start there'

Our mission now was to gather as much intel on the area and clear it out, we are all reporting to Shiro-4 while we're out here in this snowy wreck, hard to believe this place was once filled with life, the buzz of progress and hopes of the future...now it's crawling with mutilated Dregs and Vandals, and the whirring sound of machinery replaced with the hum of Shanks and Servitors hovering overhead. And in the shadows the Hive can still be found here.

I've always found the Hive particularly unsettling, I remember when I first happened upon a group of Thrall. I had leapt backwards in horror as the creatures spilled out of the darkness, it was impossible to tell how many there were, I lay on the ground as sharp, clawed limbs tore at my armour. I'll never forget the smell of the Hive either, you can smell them before you see them sometimes, a dusty, mouldy smell. But up close the scent of decay and death is almost overwhelming. I'm reminded of the smell whenever I visit Eris, I think it's all the odd trinkets she has.

But I'll take Thrall over Wizards any day. You can deal with a Thrall with a single bullet if you're steady, but Wizards can be a real danger if you're unprepared. In the past I'd been known to freeze at the sound of them, paralysed with fear by that sickening shriek.

Of course now it takes more than that to throw me off balance, but it did take a while for me to reach this point, longer than my fellow Guardians.

After my 'introduction' into a life serving the last of civilisation of Earth you quickly realise you need more than a gun, you need to call upon something greater.

Now, the Light manifests itself differently in every Guardian, some use immense strength and channel this power through their fists. Others can manipulate this force to flow through their mind and body in the form of sorcery.

But me? I prefer stealth, next to my ghost my knife is my sidekick. That and a well-timed smoke bomb.

We all use our abilities to control either solar, arc or void energy. I wish I understood how it worked in greater depth but really that's more of a Warlock pursuit. Each of the three energies have a distinct feel to them, I remember my first encounter with them, each builds in your chest then flows through the arms to your fingertips, and in my case to the blade in my hand.

Solar energy is a wave of heat burning along your flesh, Arc is like tiny bolts of lightning zigzagging down your bones, and Void is something bizarre, it's doesn't have a direct feeling or a temperature, it's like a pulse of something and nothing, like a heavy emptiness, or a strong yet short gust of wind. None of them are painful, for you anyway.

The hard part is controlling and using these forces properly. For a while I questioned whether I really was a Guardian, perhaps the Ghost had made a mistake? When we wake we have everything explained to us, more or less. And soon enough our role and path becomes clear, for me the moment I picked up a knife was the moment I knew I was a Hunter, well it wasn't a knife as such, it was a scrap of metal on the ground but it worked well enough until I got my hands on an old rifle.

After my Ghost found me we were heading for shelter when a couple of Dregs emerged from behind some rocks, and almost subconsciously I grabbed the shard of metal and drove it straight into the throat of the one closest to me then ran, which wasn't easy given I was still stiff and sore from my long nap.

How long? Well a lot happened while I lay in the wreckage. Wars and great battles had passed over my very bones, I once asked my Ghost just what was left of me to resurrect. He didn't answer, didn't even look up from the pile of rusted circuit boards we'd found in the Rocket Yard while a group of us were on a training exercise one afternoon.

I then asked why he had chosen me. What use was I to the future of the universe?

'All I remember is a tiny speck of light that grew to slowly reveal the clear sky above me.'

'And I knew I must start looking, I didn't know what for but I began to sense flickers of light, like a residue, some brighter and bolder that others but none of them were what I was searching for. No, I was sure I'd know it when I found it'

'It was by chance I found you, the Fallen had been following me for a few days, so I hid amongst some rubble of what was believed to be an old residential district, according to some fragmented Golden Age map data'

'So I died during the Golden Age? Or the Collapse maybe?'

'Possibly. But I had initiated a routine scan for…..aggressive lifeforms and that was when I found you!'

'I had to assess the data multiple times because I had calculated the probability of locating you to be around 17.102016-'

'Blink'

'Sorry, but regardless of the math I knew it was you, you were quite soiled but I cleaned you up well enough'

'Wait, soiled?! Urgh!'

'What disgusts you about soil, earth, from the ground?'

'Ohhh you meant mud, we need to tweak your speech a little there Blinky.

So was I buried? Or had stuff just built up and grown over me?'

We never got any further, a message on the comms interrupted us.

'Listen up Guardians, we've got a serious threat on the radar, be first to take 'em out and they'll be a nice-'

'Ahem! Cayde how's the report from your scouts going?'

'Err a nice hearty, perfectly legal handshake! Ahahahaa'

A nearby group took care of it, back at the tower I heard it was a Prime Servitor, it seems they had a real fight on their hands.

The Fallen House of Devils had a Servitor hidden down in the Cosmodrome, had to take down a Baron, a Walker and scores of Fallen, and Hive.


Well that's the first part of the story, I hope you all liked it. As I've said this is my first try at fanfiction so any feedback would be great!

Thank you for reading!