Hello! I'm Zebra, I'm an avid fan of Destiny and its fan fiction community, however I'm not too brilliant at the writing side! At this time, I'm accepting OC's providing therapy are in the guidelines.
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( I do not own Destiny, nor will I ever, that is property of Bungie and Activision.)
Chapter 1; Prologue
The city was dead. Thousands upon thousands of bones lay stripped clean of any petruding was a necropolis. London was perhaps the worst affected area in the European dead zone, and Guardians were to never go near, unless you were exiled. The bones clattered. The birds started to move, anything else that could live here was a predator. And that's exactly what came. Three of the unlucky birds were too slow to move, and had three respective shock rounds put into them. The hunter was of slim build, four armed and bruised. It was a Fallen. She was bleeding, cut, and overall, looked as if she had been thrown away years ago. She had. Her name was Yelaris, The Dead one.
Long ago, when she was young, her mother would tell stories of Zelviks, a Kell of a lost house, the house of emperors. She was told of great wars, struggles against humans to stay alive, but the good guys always won in the end. The fallen reigned supreme. Yelaris was not as fortunate. When the Kell of King's brought upon a new law which left all of the house in famine, she rose up to the Kell and attempted to change his mind, using the power and confidence that naturally came to her. She was ridiculed. The entire court laughed at her. The Kell ordered her death in 7 earth days. And so began the living hell that was Yelaris, the dead.