Greetings one and all! This is my second Fanfiction, and while I have no plans to stop RGU (See my profile), I wanted to do a Destiny story revolving around one of my own in-game characters. It will be one filled with action, drama, hardships and triumphs, and what the hell, maybe a little romance along the way. As some of my readers know, although my other story is rated T, I DO curse, so if you have a problem with that, please go read something else. Without further ado…my first Destiny fanfic: A Light in the Dark!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my OC's. All rights and anything to do with Destiny belong to Bungie and Activision.
A New Perspective
The white star-like being floated through the air, humming a tune to itself as it scanned the nearby environment. It was searching for something , more like someone, and although it could not pinpoint a location, it sensed a pull in a particular direction, and was determined to find the source.
As it floated over rusted, long-forgotten vehicles of old, it was lost deep in thought. What will my Guardian be like? Will we be able to work together to defeat the Darkness or will we crumble and fall, just like thousands before us? It was so caught up in its own musings that it almost ran straight into a skeleton. As it floated before the pile of bones, it couldn't help but notice that the pull was significantly stronger, as if the Traveler itself was showing him that this was the Guardian it was looking for, the one they had all been searching for.
It sat there pushing and pulling its triangle-like appendages, as if weighing its options. A roar from afar broke it from its thoughts and made its choice for him. Taking a deep 'breath' it started the restoration process. First cleaning the bones, repairing and replacing lost tissue and muscle, finishing with skin and organ replication from its databanks.
Finally the white star was able to get a good look at person lying on the snow covered ground. She was clearly human, and female by the way her body was shaped and that she had quite… obvious womanly features. She had a strange colored hair, almost bluish-lilac, and bright blue eyes. Her skin color was lightly tanned and her face bore no scars or other marks.
It snapped out of its trance when it heard another roar, this one much closer than before. It quickly started the last part of the process: Reviving the fallen Guardian with the small amount of Traveler's light that resided within and permanently bond with the person on the ground. It quickly transported some simple armor as the person started to regain consciousness
"Guardian? Guardian, wake up. We need to move" came a voice, distinctly male from beyond the blackness of her vision. She tried to open her eyes, but the bright light made her quickly rethink that decision. "Wh-whose there? Where am I?" She asked, finally opening her eyes. A white floating star was floating right in front of her face. She opened her mouth to scream, but the floating star beat her to the punch. "Please don't scream," he said reassuringly. "You must have many questions, which I will do my best to answer, but right now we need to move." Reluctantly, she nodded and started to move inside a nearby building.
"What are you?" She asked again. "I'm a Ghost. Well I'm your Ghost now. As a Guardian, you are sworn to fight against the Darkness to protect the last city on Earth. I'm here to act as a guide for all Guardian related issues and inquiries. I also provide tactical information as well as a communication hub to the Tower. But I can't call you Human all the time; do you remember your name?" She thought really hard as they made their way through the remains of the rusted structure.
"Sorry, I can't remember anything." She said. Ghost nodded in understanding. "That's alright. Most Guardians can't remember anything before they are reborn. How about we give you a new name? Just think about it." She nodded as they made their way through the structure, passing by things that were hundreds of years old. Ghost showed her to a weapon that was somehow, relatively new. Ghost explained that it was a scout rifle and how to operate it.
"Where is the ammo?" She asked as they made their way outside, moving towards what Ghost called the Cosmodrome. "It is stored inside your armor, just like me. When I'm not floating around out here, obviously." He said, in a mocking tone, with a light chuckle. She just rolled her eyes in response. They plowed through a few dozen Fallen, as Ghost had pointed out. She had a knack for hitting them in the head and watched with some sense of satisfaction as their body collapsed and a blue wisp escape into the air. "Got a name in mind yet?" He asked as they finally entered the looming building as night approached.
"Still nothing. Why don't you pick something out?" She said as she dropped a few Dregs and a couple Vandals. Ghost disappeared, most likely into her armor, was quiet for a few minutes. She moved through the winding corridors with relative ease. All of a sudden, a Vandal jumped out of a vent and tackled her. She struggled and threw him off. She hit him with the butt of her rifle and repeatedly punched his head again and again. She stopped when she heard a wet crack as her fist became coated in a slick red substance.
"I think its dead. You can stop now." Ghost said dryly. She stood up and moved on, after wiping the blood off and grabbing her rifle. "What exactly are we looking for?" she asked. "Hope" Ghost replied, absentmindedly. "Were looking for hope? I though you said we needed to find a way to reach the Tower?" she said, confused. Shaking himself out of his musings, Ghost materialized in front of her, his blue eye focused on her, but also seemed to be searching for something.
"What do you think of Hope? It signifies the purpose Guardians serve as well as the idea they represent for the last city of Earth. Hope against the Darkness, hope for a brighter future. And hope we can find a ship to get out of this crappy place." He said finally. She thought it over as they entered a large room with a gaping hole in the ceiling. "Hope. I like it. Thanks Ghost." He bobbed slowly next to her. "Anytime, Hope." If he could smile he would be.
Ghost scanned the last useable ship there, seeing if it had the capability to fly. They had checked all the other ones, but they were just heaps of rust, long forgotten and completely useless. "I think I found something." Ghost said, as he disappeared, mostly into the ship. Hope whipped her head around when she heard a high pitched scream and what sounded like running. She could hear gunfire and slid behind some cover, rifle pointed at the corridor. All of a sudden a humanoid figure came careening around the corner, followed closely be an enormous creature.
This creature had four arms and was at least twice her size. He carried a large shotgun-like Shrapnel Launcher and was wielding it like a club, trying to hit the figure in front of him. "What is that?" Hope shouted as she tried to put shots into its head. Ghost didn't even break to answer "An Archon Priest from the Fallen House of Devils. Be careful. He is quite strong, and from the looks of it, quite angry too." He said warily, continuing on his work.
The smaller figure leapt over a crumbling concrete wall just at the Archon let out an enraged roar and blew away half of the wall. The two guardians took turns shooting the Archon in the back, face and whatever other weak points they could exploit in its armor. It let out a pained scream as bullets riddled its body. In a last ditch effort, the large Fallen Priest lunged at the other guardian and knocked the other guardian away. He slowly approached as it scrambled backwards, but suddenly stopped moving as panic overtook all other emotions and it passed out.
"No!" Hope yelled as she threw her weapon beside her and jumped on its shoulders, latching her arms around his head. The archon tried to knock her off by slamming her into concrete pillars, but to no avail. She punched it in the head again and again, not letting go, even when a piece of rebar punched through her abdomen. Hope was so focused on beating its brains out that she didn't notice her fist was coated in an orange flame as it slowly burned through the archon's armor and started hammering his skull.
Eventually, his skull had taken enough and Hope was rewarded with a wet crack as her fist caved his head in. His large body hit the ground, motionless, the guardian falling on top of him. She crawled towards her comrade, panting heavily and clutching her side. "Will *pant* be *pant* alright? *pant pant*" She asked, confused and light-headed from the blood loss, before passing out as well.
Ghost appeared a moment later to take in the scene: The archon was clearly dead, blood pouring from his skull, the other guardian had passed out due to fright and Hope was also passed out, blood leaking from her stomach area. Oh no, she is going into hypovolemic shock. I need to get her to the Tower! But I can't leave this other guardian for the Fallen to find. The ship will be cramped, but I think I can manage it. He thought to himself as the transported both guardians, as well as a symbol of the archon, as proof of his demise, to the ship. As it took off towards the Tower: The last city of Earth, a mysterious figure watched from afar. There is hope for the Light after all, young guardians. And you will be the spear that pierces the heart of the Darkness. Your path ahead is difficult and riddled with danger, but I believe you and your other allies can overcome any challenge in front of you. It thought before winking out of sight.
How was that for the first chapter? Hope you had fun reading it! Chapter two will be up sometime soon. Please review, but no flames. I do appreciate constructive criticism though. Peace out!