A/N: This is only my second time writing Destiny fanfiction, so please don't kill me if I get something wrong.

Please do let me know, though, and I'll try to go back and fix it.

This fic is based on a fan-theory I had, which part of it proved to be true (the part about ghosts being drained of their light), but I'll leave it at that. i don't want to spoil the fic. Lt's just say, the information on dead ghosts came straight out of the Destiny grimoire, which inspired this.

I WILL be going just a little canon-divergent later on, but that's not till the very end of the fic.

Also, this may start out a little slow, but the first chapter is a basic introduction to the characters. I was in a hurry, I apologise. chapter 2 will be quite a bit longer, and chapter 3 is where the real story begins.

Also, I love to hear reviews, so please, if you like, review.

thanks!


They say that legends never die.

The speaker here in the tower tells us that Gaurdians can never die.

But that, my friends, is a lie.

I know.

There is a story behind how I came to know that Gaurdians CAN die.

This is that story.


"Come on, Kalara, hurry it up! you're gonna make us late to the party!"

Three sparrows raced across the bright grassy landscape. For what seemed like the umpteenth time that hour, Kalara Baxtin sighed. The warlock-class gaurdian hit the boost on her sparrow to catch up, hoping she didn't wwreck into an unseen boulder making a turn again. Or, heaven forbid, run off the edge of some sudden chasm, which would send her teammates into fits of laughter and calls of "Rookie!, Rookie!" They raced up a steep slope and Kalara slowed down.

"Why ya slowin down? come on Kalara. Yer making us look bad here! Wer're not roookies, you know!" the Hunter called over his shoulder. "Yeah, YOU aren't." Kalara mumbled. She maneuvered carefully around a giant boulder (aha, there WAS one on this route after all) and down the other side of the rise.

Ahead of them, the towering walls of the old Cosmodrome rose high into the blue terran sky. It's once-great walls now smeared with rust and grime. The Cosmodrome had once been a proud place of interstellar travel and trade. Now, it's tarmats were littered with the corpes of ruined and long-since discarded ships.

Across the short flat space she went, they were allready up the railed rise, a chasm on the other side of the dusty area from the metal barrier, she boosted up the rise.

And right into the corner of the building.

Kalara was glad her teammates were already further on, otherwise she might have had to listen to more of their inscessant jabs and cajoling.

they probably meant for it to be friendly teasing, but after a while it really started to hurt.

The purple-clad Gaurdian hopped off her sparrow and sprinted up to where the other two were allready fighting fallen, just in time to see Gavin, Titan class and their team leader, punch the Fallen Captain in the face.

The ugly creature roared in rage, and Gavin punched it again. It staggered back and fell.

a Dreg appeared out of nowhere and Kalara whirled, channeling light energy instinctively and landing and open-handed strike on the center of it's chest. The creature glowed then dissapeared.

Two more followed it.

They had barely gotten close when they fell, almost simultaneously. "Hey Kalara, like my little spot?" a voice called from above. She looked up and Jarin, their Hunter class and team tekkie had somehow gotten onto a high section of.. What WAS that, even? she couldn't tell what the rusted peice of metal jutting out was. She shook her head. He jumped down, doing a double jump midair right over her head and landed next to Gavin.

"Come on, lets go get em!" the two sprinted into the next room.

Kalara reached them just as the summoned their sparrows. she rolled her eyes. "Great. I just love driving inside, not." she muttered, then called aloud "Hey, wait for me, please!"

As they navigated the twisting halls of the old cosmodrome, Kalara took to her comm. "So, are we going to use any strategy for how we attack the enemy this time?"

Gavin canted a grin at Jaren, who commed back "Pshhhhh. When have we ever needed strategy?"

Gavin's slightly deeper voice added "Yeah, why use strategy when you can punch things. that usually gets the point across." he laughed. Kalara rolled her eyes inside her helmet.

"You just like punching things, don't you Gavin?"

"well, I'd be lying if I said no." the Titan chuckled back.

Jarin commented "And I can allways stab something. Ahhhhh. I do like to stab things. And, well, shoot things."

Kalara had tuned him out by now, but the hunter continued. "And I can pick 'em off, too. one by one. 'pew 'pew 'pew! and they go 'Ack, gurglegurglegurgleDEAD."

Now Gavin cut in again "Okay that's enough, Jarin. You're gonna make her lose her lunch. So, Kalara, what's your specialty? energy grenades? open-palmed attack?"

"Talking them to death" Jarin muttered.

"I CAN still hear you, you know."

"Sorry." Jarin didn't sound like it, though.

As the two entered the open space between buildings, they hopped off their sparrows and Jarin immediately double-jumped up onto some wires overhead and over to a rooftop for some sniping. Gavin waded into the midst of all of the crowd, sending Vandals and Dreg alike flying with his 'fist of fury'.

A couple hours passed. Ten patrol beacons found, and the group was still finding fallen. "Hey Jarin, Titan high-five!"

WHAM

Gavin punched his teammate in the helmet. Jarin laughed.

"High five!"

WHAM!

Though it had a lot less effect than Gavin's punch.

"Boys." Kalara rolled her eyes as she went past

"Hey Kalara..."

the Warlock class whirled and did an open-palmed strike. Jarin went flying. "You're welcome." Kalara bowed sarcastically then walked away.

Another hour passed, hunting down fallen and patrol markers, then as the sky turned darker, the trio headed back out.

"Well, that was fun." Jarin casually strolled alongside his teammates. "Same time again tomorrow?"

"Of course." Gavin nodded. "Maybe I'll get to use my rocket launcher more this time." he hefted said weapon onto one shoulder.

They transmatted back to their ships and Kalara's comm came on. It was Gavin. "So, what do you want to do back at tower, guys. Jump off the edge? maybe head down to the crucible stands?"

"mmm," kalara thought for a second. "I'm kind of tired. Besides I just borrowed a new data tablet from one of the cryptarchs. Has to do with the vex. I think they are extremely interesting because they are mechanical but can apparently travel through..."

In his own ship Jarin was making "blah blah blah" motions.

"Good job, Gavin, had to get her going, didn't you?"

"I CAN hear you." a little irritation had crept into the Gaurdian's voice.

"Sorry." he switched over to a private channel. "So Gavin, what do you think our next mission will be?"

"I dunno. Hope it's something good. But we won't find out floating out here in space."

"How right you are."

And with that, the two headed away, Kalara, once again, following.

They transmatted in at the same time. Two (forgive the pun) towering figues, who struck a heroic pose, just for chuckles, and a good head and shoulders shorter in the middle, Kalara.

The first of the trio to remove his helmet and have his ghost transmat it was Gavin Tessuin. Dark brown hair, cut close with a sort of "mohawk" where it was a little longer on top. Brown eyes that any girl in the tower might find attractive. well, if not for that long scar running vertically across one eye. And standing at around six feet ( and seven inches), he doubted anyone would want to start something with him. He wasn't the biggest Titan, but he was goood at it.

Then there was Jarin Calis. sandy brown hair, also somewhat tall, 6 ft 1 to be exact. A bit leaner than his Titan teammate, but still a formidable figure. He flexed his muscles at a pair of passing titans, green eyes sparkling. "Ladies. Heloooo." They both looked over, but kept walking. One giggled, the other shook her head at his rediculousness and mumbled something to her friend.

And then there was Kalara. Purple-blue hair, blue eyes that were more on the aqua side, and 97 pounds soaking wet. Well, even dry she was 97 pounds. But Warlocks didn't need muscle or stature, did they?

They all headed in their respective directions. "See you tomorrow, guys." Jarin waved back as they parted. "we're meeting here, right?"

"Yep" Gavin called back.

"Yeah." Kalara nodded.