Cayde-6: Okay, so seeing that I'm the main focus of this new story I'll take it upon myself in doing the liberty of saying the disclaimer of this story.

Eleven: You? Taking the liberty to do something, who the heck are you and what have you done to my vanguard?

Cayde-6: Shush it El, you're not supposed to talk to me until the end of the book. Anyways t1m3fr3ak does not own Destiny. It belongs to its rightful creators Bungie

T1m3fr3ak: thanks Cayde, good to have you back. So some of you might wonder what this is about so let me clarify the plot and meaning of this for y'all. In the Last Front Cayde is present and it is 100 years after the Red War and he died in Forsaken (we said that we would riot Bungie!) so I've made this lore based story to explain how he is alive.

So without further ado…

T1m3fr3ak

Presents

Long-Slow-Whisper

20 years ago

The Tower, Last City…

"He had the worst jokes," said Ikora, "Even worse timing."

My head hung low that moment. I had lost a good friend, no, a great friend. I looked at a golden decorated burial cloth that covered my best friend's body, Cayde-6. I was with him in his final moments, I held his hand as he chuckled and coughed his life away joking about worthless things like how his hair looks. I mean, how can he be talking about that when he's dying, he doesn't even have any hair for God sake.

"I wanted to laugh. I really did," said Ikora

I felt my eyes becoming wet. I wiped the sleeve of my right arm against my eyes. When I looked at my sleeve, I saw a trail of water visible on my sleeve, I haven't cried in 462 years since Deanna died along with the rest of my brethren in the Iron Banner.

"We should've been there," she said walking up to his body placing her hands upon it, "This is not your fault. This … is on the head of Uldren Sov. But if he thinks what he's done is the end, it's not. It's the beginning,"

Her tone suddenly gotten very hostile. Tears started to well up in her eyes, her hands clenched into fists glowing slightly with the power of the void.

"We're going to fight him," she said turning to Zavala who hasn't said a word since he heard the news of Cayde's death, "Do you hear me? All of us. Every Titan. Every Warlock. Every Hunter. We will take the Reef by storm!"

I have never seen Ikora this torn up over anyone since Osiris left the City. I don't know what she and Cayde had, but it must have been something to get her to act like this.

"And then we will mount the head of that son of a bitch on his precious throne."

Yep! Definitely had something, she is PISSED! And pissed in all caps!

"For our fireteam… for Cayde," she said

The air was silent for a minute. Then Zavala finally spoke, "...No,"

I looked at him with utter shock in my eyes.

"What did you say?" demanded Ikora

"We are not an army. We are not conquerors. We are Guardians. We need to keep our eyes here, on our home. The people. The Traveler," said Zavala, "The Reef was lost the moment it lost its Queen. So if another Sov wants a stretch of lifeless rocks, let him have it."

"This is Cayde we're talking about. For us to do nothing is … is-" said Ikora

"Say it," demanded Zavala in a dark voice.

"Cowardice," hissed Ikora spitting the vile word out of her mouth like it was poison.

Zavala slowly walked around the urn he placed his hand gently on Cayde's chest, "I refuse to bury any more friends." he said gazing sadly into the dead eyes of our friend.

The air was silent once again, then something started to break inside of me, breaking away letting something that I buried away a long time ago, a demon, hungry for the taste of blood.

"Heh. heh, he. Heh, heh, he, ha, hahaha." I darkly chuckled as my laughter started to grow into a loud roar. The remaining Vanguard started at me with shock in their eyes. When I neared the end of my dramatic laughing I stomped my foot on the floor so hard that it made Ikora and Zavala flinch.

"God! When push comes to shove you really are a coward Zavala!" I shouted with rage dripping from my tone.

"Guardian, stand dow-"

"NO!" I shouted, "You listen to me you giant smurf!" pointing violently at the titan.

"Excuse me?" he said

"What you are talking about right here is letting Cayde's killers get away with this!" I yelled, "Sundance's killers too if we're getting detailed here!"

"Guardian, please listen-" said Zavala

"MY NAME IS ELEVEN!" I screamed

"Eleven, we cannot just divert all of our forces to the Tangled Shore to hunt down the Prince of the Reef. We need to protect the city," said Zavala

"Yes, I know that we need to protect the city. But I'm pretty sure those big fucking guns are doing a pretty bang up job at keeping us safe you think!" I yelled

"Cayde would want us-"

"Cayde would want us to get out there, and clap that emo's ass into pudding! Not sit here and let them get away with it!" I yelled

"Guardian. I know how you must feel right now but-"

"NO! Shut up. Shut Up! SHUT UP!" I screamed at him as I marched over and slammed my palm into the Titan's throat pinned him against the wall, "You don't know how I feel! Not at fucking all! I was there in his final moments, I held his hand as his life slipped away! I listened to his last words Goddamn it!"

The room was deathly silent. The only thing that moved was the air being expelled from our lungs. Then the silence was broken.

"What did he say?" said Ikora

"What?" I growled

"What were his last words?" she clarified

I thought of that moment so clearly, trying my best to forget it but it would not leave my mind. "He told me to tell you both that, 'This was the best bet I've ever lost.'" I said

I could feel her sadness radiating off of her. Even Zavala became saddened at this news, "I am sorry Eleven." he said, "If you truly wish to have your justice from Cayde's killer's … then you will have to get it on your own." said Zavala

I stared him in the eye for a solid minute then turned to leave the room. "You know … I always looked up to the Vanguard as something to drive me forward in the thick of battle. That you were a courageous force that would never back down against the darkness. I guess I was wrong … Cayde was a true Vanguard, you're just a coward that hides behind a damn wall," I growled and stormed out of the room.

I returned to the Reef and tore through the Tangled Shore in the hunt for Uldren and his Scorn Barons. I allied myself with Petra Venj who was with Cayde and I when the Prison of Elders fell, and with a Fallen house of smugglers and their leader, The Spider. I tracked down each and every one of those cursed barons and put them down. Reksis Vahn, Hiraks, Pirrha, Kaniks, Yaviks, Araskes, Elykris, and Fikrul. Each and every one of them … dead. Tattooed on my arm once they were dead, each one crossed off the list. Then came Uldren, the one who pulled the trigger, the trigger of Cayde's own gun. That was the one thing that I couldn't stand the most. That Sov keeping Cayde's prized cannon as some sick trophy, using it for his own sick twisted agenda. Once I killed the last of the Barons, "Fikrul," I pursued Uldren into the Watchtower, and ancient awoken outpost built some time after their whole cell creation. Once I caught up to him, I found that I was already beaten to the kill. Uldren was swallowed whole by some meatball/servitor looking monster. Trust me on this here, this ugly son of a bitch was hard to take down, especially when I performed one of the rarest abilities a Hunter could acquire from the light, Dual Gunslinger. After I cracked that thing open, I found Uldren still alive and looking like he just walked the whole nine yards of hell. I approached him and picked up Cayde's Ace of Spades. I pressed my foot on his back pinning him down, preventing him from crawling farther away. He turned his head sideways trying to face me the best as he could while being pinned down on his stomach.

"Congratulations. You have my undivided attention. Now where's my sister?" he demanded

"Seriously, you're demanding shit when I have the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of your skull. Man, you've got some balls." I hissed

"She's not here Uldren," said Petra. I looked to my left and saw her marching her way across the destroyed room with her sidearm drawn and aimed at Uldren, "And if she was … this would be a whole lot easier."

The awoken prince chuckled darkly and tried to stand up only for me to shove him back down with the heel of my foot, "Stay down you fuck!" I snapped

"*grumbling* So, this is to be a reckoning?" spat Uldren

"Wait. Not like this," said Nine as he appeared in a shine of light, "Look at him-he's finished. Even with everything he's done, we can't just-"

"You have no idea what he's done!" snapped Petra, "If Cayde was here, I know what he would do, Guardian. Do you?"

"Yes. what would the notorious Cayde-6 do? You have his gun. Seems you get the last word." Uldren said

This time I take my foot off of his back. He takes this chance and struggles to stand up but only falls down, settling for a weak sitting position. "Everyth-" I cut him off when I wrap my hand around his throat cutting off his oxygen. I lift him off of the ground and bring him to eye level.

"Eleven? Eleven stop. Eleven!" Nine exclaimed into my ear as I ignored him

I brought Uldren closer to my face and whispered softly into his ear, "Never, say his name." I hurled him across the room causing him to land hard against the steps far from me. He let out a pained grunt and rolled to the bottom of the steps as I pursued him with the Ace of Spades still trained on him. He wiped some pale red blood from the corner of his mouth and growled.

"Everything I did, I did for her," he shouted. He leaned back and let out a barely audible laugh, "Funny. The line between Light and Dark is so very thin." he then turned to face me with a look of Malice upon his face, "Do you know which side you're on?"

This got me questioning my actions for a second. A memory of my past life, my first life, when I was mortal when I would let the cops do the hard work for humanity. Then a memory of Cayde talking to a guardian telling him that he was on the right side of the poker table and not the losing side, which could only mean that he was using his gambling life as an example of the Light and Darkness. I then looked back at Uldren and levelled the Ace of Spades again, pointed directly at his head. I nodded once and said, "I'm on the right side of this gun's barrel avenging a man that was murdered in cold blood. What end are you on?" I said trying my best to sound like Cayde.

Uldren either didn't understand my old western quote or accepted his fate and closed his eyes.

((((BANG))))

A while after I retrieved Cayde's Ace of Spades, I brought it to Banshee back at the Tower to get it fixed. I needed to complete a series of tasks to calibrate the gun grip for my hand. Then when the calibrations were complete, I looked at Cayde's Will to see if there was anything else that could help me fix the Ace of Spades. I brought the Will to Banshee and he told me of Cayde's secret stashes across the solar system which according to the Will I own by wright for killing Uldren. Once I collected all of Cayde's secret caches from the known locations and putting all of his journals together, they lead me straight to Titan.

When I opened the first cache a voice recording was triggered. It was Cayde, addressing his thoughts to the people that he thought would have killed him. First, it was Eris Morn. I found her's a bit of a gag since Cayde thought that she would have transformed into a Hive death god and feed him to her worm cult. Next was a Fallen douche named Taniks the scarred, telling him that killing Andal Brask wasn't enough for him and that he needed another Hunter Vanguard for his sick collection and how he hoped that he took a big piece of his ugly face with him. Next was to the Drifter, then to Petra Venj, to some people call The Deep Stone Crypt, then to Suraya (why did she get the Colonel and not me, Nine is still fighting with me how he's not enough for me).

Then the one that got me the most intrigued was this one. Here, I have it recorded:

This one's for any Hunter who kills me. Best guess: Marcus Ren? You realize you get my stuff now? ALL my stuff. INCLUDING the Hunter Vanguard gig. Yeah, congra-tu-lations, dummy. That's what we call a Vanguard Dare. Sucks, doesn't it? OK, brace yourself for some advice, hotshot. One, know your people. Like, my Nessus scout, Quantis Rhee. I like to call her about once a moon, alse she gets a little too much Night, not enough Stalker, you know? Two, keep your weapon sharp. Your job's to watch everyone's back, which means no one's watching yours but you. And three, start thinking now about what you want to do for your successor's Vanguard Dare. Cause trust me, kid - this gig will kill ya.

The rest was just a blur to me. I have never really heard much of Marcus Ren except for his invention the St0mp-EE5 (or Stompeez for short). Once I got back to the Tower I asked Nine to do a full scan of all of the data logs and historical records on Marcus Ren as Keyword. Once Banshee assured me that the Ace of Spades was ready, Nine got a hit. Apparently, Marcus Ren was an undefeated Sparrow Racing League champion, and one of the most cockies hunters at that too. Even cockier than Cayde, no wonder he's Cayde's successor. Reports show that he just fell off the grind once he was beaten by a titan by the name of Enoch Bast. He was one of Marcus's best friends too.

I tracked the guardian down and asked him a few questions about Marcus and where he could've gone. "I don't know? Once I beat him … he just wasn't the same Marcus," said Enoch, "I don't understand, why are you so interested in Marcus. No one has wondered about Marcus since I beat him in that race. Is everything alright with him?"

I bowed my head at what I was about to say, "Enoch … have you been in touch with the Vanguard lately?" I asked him

"No, not really come to think about it, why?" he asked

"You've heard of Cayde-6?" I asked

"...um, yeah?" he said uneasily

"Well a few weeks ago, Cayde was killed in the Prison of Elders by Uldren Sov," I said

"What!" Enoch exclaimed

"Yes, Uldren is dead now and when I killed him I reclaimed this," I said unholstering Ace of Spades and twirling it in my hand.

"You got Cayde's gun!" he said

"Yes. By will and right, I've earned it, sadly," I said, "But putting that aside. In one of Cayde's voice recordings, he said that the Hunter that he thought would kill him would be Marcus Ren." I said

"Wow, Cayde must have had a lot of faith in Marc," said Enoch

"I guess so. And after he said that, he said that Marcus would get all of his stuff, including his spot in the Vanguard," I said

"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked

"I mean that Marcus took the Vanguard Dare," I said

"WHAT!" he said, "Traveler almighty, I didn't know that he was the new Vanguard now!" said Enoch

"Well I don't think that Marcus knows either," I said

"Huh?"

"The Hunter Vanguard position is still empty, and I need to find Marcus, do you have any idea where he might be?" I asked

There was a long silence between us. I honestly hope that he knows where Marcus is, and what I really hope for is that he's still alive. After five whole minutes of silence, Enoch broke it when he answered, "I might know where he is, and promise me that you'll bring him back." he said

"I promise to the best of my ability," I said and stood up and received the location of Marcus's last known location.

Mars

Campus Martius Track…

As I broke the atmosphere of Mars, I headed to the location that Enoch gave me. The track was abandoned. SRL banners scattered and buried beneath the red sand and bleachers collapsed. I looked around for Marcus Ren.

"Nine, you got anything?" I asked him, "Signs of his ghost or his vitals?" I asked

"Not at the momen - wait, guardian distress signal has just been received. 20 clicks north. Location … Firebase Delphi, I thought that place was abandoned and turned into an arena for the crucible?" said Nine

"Nine, patch me onto Lord Shaxx. In the meantime we need to get to that base," I said

I got a running start past the finish line and summoned my sparrow racing off through the red barren landscape. The horns blew loud when I passed it, gaining me a slight smile I always did like sound effects going into battle.

When I got there I saw that there were Cabal Thrashers and troop ships surrounding the base. From the markings on the ships and the design of the armour, Dust Giants regalia. I upped the juice in my sparrow and crashed into a Cabal Legionary that just touched down. When the rest of the Cabal saw their comrade fall to a sparrow collision they were not very happy. The commanding Colossus turned back to kill me but I lunged at him and stuccered up his body and locked my legs around his neck, unsheathed my knife and buried it in its massive throat. I hoped down as the Colossus fell to the ground bleeding out. I looked at the surrounding Cabal and unholstered both Cayde's Ace of Spades and my Ace of Spades.

"So fellas … who's to die first?" I asked menacingly

The Legionaries and Phalanx aimed their slug rifles at me. I smirked at their response, "I was hoping Y'all say that."

I dashed for them as they unloaded their magazines on me. I rolled under the rounds, feeling them whirl close to my back, some of them tearing through my cloak. I spun my spades horizontally as I fired them with Momento Mori enabled at the Cabal's kneecaps. I could hear the bullets ripping through the heavy armour that covered the Cabals' person then through their thick flesh and bone. They fell to the ground grasping their knees as blue blood poured out. I spun around to face them on the ball of my heel and shot them all in the back of the head.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

They all fell on their faces and the red sand kicked up as they hit the ground. I twirled the spades in my hands and jolted them outward making them open causing the empty magazines to fall to the ground. I dragged the guns against the sides of my belt unclipping two more magazines into the chamber then throwing my arms to my sides snapping the chambers shut then cocking the hammers, proceeding my way into the base.

"Ah, Guardian," said Lord Shaxx

"Eleven," I said in an annoyed tone. Seriously why can't that title stick? I was in the Battle of Six Fronts for God sake!

"Ah, Guardian Eleven, how are you?" said the head of the Crucible

"Shaxx! Can you tell me anything recent about one of your Crucible arenas, specifically 'FireBase Delphi.'" I said

"FireBase Delphi. Dear Traveler, that place was retaken by the Cabal days ago, I lost fifteen red jacks to those space rhinos, why do you ask?" he askes

"I'm here right now tracking down the new Hunter Vanguard, Marcus Ren, and I tracked him down to here," I said

"By God, you're not serious are you?" exclaimed Shaxx

"I'm afraid I'm not. Is it possible if you can send some backup?" I asked, "Maybe some insight that you've gained by manning this place for years?"

"Sorry, Guardian. But you are on your own. Zavala has restricted all red jack deployment, and I have gained no insight into that base in all of my years hosting crucible fights there, I'm sorry but you're on your own," said Shaxx as he cut off the channel

"Great, just fucking great." I said, "Looks like it's just me and you buddy," I said to Nine

"Seems that way," Nine said as he appeared in a bright flash

We trekked our way through the base running into multiple dispatches of Cabal squadrons disposing of them easily. After I fired the last round in my magazine driving its way through the skull of a weak Psion trying to escape my wrath. As it fell to the cold floor, the complex was silent. Nine appeared again and his parts split apart revealing his single eye and the light that flowed within him. He was doing a deep scan of the place searching for Marcus Ren. He came up with two vitals pulsing from deep under us.

"You got something?" I asked as he retracted his parts

"Yes, two vitals underneath us. One is a guardian, and the other one is Cabal," said Nine

"Who's winning?" I asked

"Not Marcus. I can feel his ghost's light and it's fading, fast," said Nine

"Alright, what's the fastest way down there?" I asked

"Um, through three corridors. Left, right, left. And down an elevator shaft that has horrible taste in music," said Nine

"Okay, screw that. Nine … Gjallarhorn me," I said soon feeling the legendary rocket launcher materialize on my back. I holster my Spades and unclip it from my back and loaded a rocket round into the pipe thingy (I never did really understand rocket launcher components that well) and jumped up and boosted myself against the wall and them launched myself to the ceiling then rocketed down to the floor firing off two rockets blowing a hole in the floor.

As I rocketed through the Gjalla-made-hole-horn. I could see the faint outline of two figures coming into the light. One was human that was dressed in an extremely tight spandex suit with armour plating it (too much ass), and had long caked jet black hair, tanned skin, and had a Chinese look to him. The other was definitely identified as Cabal. Twin rocket motors attached to its shoulders, dressed in Red Legion regalia, and had his wrist blade ejected ready to strike. They both looked up seeing my person bursting through the ceiling yelling the dumbest battle cry in existence.

"YIPE KI YA MOTHER FUCKERS!" I yelled

And let the power of Sol consume by person and a Golden Gun shined into existence in my hand. I let the barrel of the flaming pistol train its sights on the Cabal commander barking off three flaming rounds through its head. The Cabal soon disintegrating into a flurry of embers as its final roars echoed through the halls of this base forever haunting it. I landed perfectly on my feet probably looking like something out of an anime. I looked up at Marcus Ren looking like the picture of hell.

"Oh no," said Nine floating over to Marcus, "We're too late,"

He was dead, ripped apart. There was a huge hole in his abdomen revealing his internal organs. I walked over to him and looked him over, "Well then … who's going to be the next Hunter Vanguard now?" I asked Nine. We were both at a statement, not knowing what to say. The silence was soon broken by the raspy coughing from the corpse of Marcus Ren.

"He's alive?" I said in disbelief

I lung down to my knee and look at the poor racer. I could see his heart beat, each beat a disgusting experience forcing me to fix him up faster. His eyes start to open slightly adjusting to the light source then falling upon me and Nine.

"W-who are y-you?" he asks

"I'm Guardian Eleven, and this is my ghost Nine," I say

"Sup," said Nine

"Wh-why are you here? I made sure that nobody would find me after I lost," said Marcus

"Well the Cabal found you, didn't do such a good job at hiding from them did you?" said Nine

"Nine," I said, "Well, we needed to find you because of a dare that to took up with Cayde," I said

"Huh? What about Cayde?" said Marcus weakly

"We're losing him," said Nine

"Please tell me you can heal him," I asked

"I can't, only a guardian's ghost can heal them. Other ghosts can only help their ghost resurrect guardians. Marcus Ren, where is your ghost?" asked Nine

The mutilated racer raised his arm shakily pointing to a section on the floor where a collection of shining red ghost parts littered the floor.

"Didi went to heal me but that bastard Cabal crushed her before she could heal me," said Marcus

"Fucking Cabal," I said

"S-so. What happened to Cayde?" he asked

"Cayde's dead," I said

"No," said Marcus, his heart beating quicker now

"Eleven, we need to get him out of here now!" shouted Nine

"Okay, Nine, lock onto us for transmat, we're bringing him to the city," I said

Soon our physical matter was scattered and reassembled on my ship, the Raz Gnev. An old Deep Stone Crypt battle fighter with some personal modifications of my own that should be very well be classified as illegal in the Last City. Once he was on board I put the Raz Gnev into full warp speed. We broke Mars atmosphere instantly and flew off into warp speed. When we entered Earth's atmosphere Nine transmatted us to the courtyard of the new tower. When we fully materialized, Marcus's condition had worsened. His heartbeat has gotten slower, parts of his opened up body have started to rapidly develop pus and his skin was pale and cold to the touch due to so much blood loss.

"Hang in there Ren, we'll get you all patched up and in Cayde's duds in no time," I said lying, knowing that he's good as dead.

"No," he said weakly, "I can't … it hurts too much," he said

"Then I'll carry by," I said

There was a long silence in the air, I looked to my side an saw that everyone in the courtyard has gathered around us to see Marcus dying

"Do … y-you, accept," he said slowly with shallow breathing so low that his chest doesn't even rise.

"What?" I said trying to hear him properly, "HEY! All's ya gives us some space will's ya, a guy's dyin' here!" I yelled at the surrounding guardians causing them to back up.

"Do you accept?" asked Marcus again

"What? What do you mean by accepting?" I asked

"Do you accept the dare?" he asked

"What dare? Oh, oh no, no, hell no!" I said

"Eleven, the Hunters need a leader, and you're the only one I can see as a great Hunter Vanguard," said Marcus

"Pft me! Hell no, what about Shiro, Shiro! Get your ass down here!" I yelled out to the crowd

"The Iron Banner isn't here yet fool," said a guardian in the crowd

"You shove it! Are you serious dude, I'm hardly a leader, much less a Hunter Vanguard," I said

"I-I-I said … do, you … accept?" he said using every bit of hostility left in him.

There was a long silence in the air. Marcus's life was leaving his body quickly, I needed to make a decision fast.

"What'da say Nine, thinking of becoming Hunter Vanguard will get the name Eleven to stick?" I asked Nine mentally

"I think you would be a great Hunter Vanguard, but just to let you know that at the beginning of every Vanguard Dare leads to a long phase of drinking and depression, are you really ready for that again?" he asked

"Heh, what else is new?" I quoted

"I accept," I said

"Congratulations … you lose…" he said as his final breath left his lungs. His eyes stared up to the sky watching the birds fly elegantly through the afternoon sky. I felt my cloak melting away and being replaced with another. Something foreign to me. I turned my head to see what has replaced my Dead Zone Mantle. An audible gasp escaped my lips as did some tears flow from my eyes. I saw Cayde's cloak hang from my shoulders

"If you learn nothing else, learn this: when a Hunter takes up the cloak of a dead comrade, this is a vow." said the echo of Andal teaching me a valuable lesson when I was just turning ten years old for a guardian.

"Sorry man," said a familiar voice. I looked up still holding Marcus's body. I saw the ghosts of Andal Brask, Cayde-6, and Marcus Ren. they looked down at me with eyes of pity.

"Ya had a good run there Marc," said Cayde

"Yea, I guess that in the end I just wasn't fast enough," said Marcus

"We should get going, the ghosts will eventually see us," said Andal

"Cayde?" I murmured

"Don't worry Eleven, you got this, you truly got this. Also, could you pay all of my debts too please, if not Coronel is going to probably end up on a silver platter, yea, thanks," said Cayde

"What?" I mumbled

"See you starside Hunter." and with that said, the three of them faded away.

I stayed there for a good three minutes, staring out into the vast landscape outside of the wall, wishing … hoping that Cayde's ghost would come back. "Excuse me, pardon," said the voice of Zavala pushing his way through the crowd of guardians and Tower maintenance workers. As he finally got to the other side, he saw my person cradling the body of Marcus Ren in my arms.

"What the-"

"Guardian, what has happened?" said the voice of Ikora

"I'm the new Hunter Vanguard," I said under my breath barely audible.

"Guardian? What did you just say-" said Zavala before I cut him off

"MY NAME IS GUARDIAN ELEVEN!" I screamed in a hoarse voice. I rose to my feet and turned to face the Titan Vanguard and Warlock Vanguard. Cayde's cloak flapped furiously in the wind. Nine dematerialized my helmet revealing my face to the present population of the Tower. I have seen my reflection before, but ever since my wife's death 462 years ago I haven't taken off my helmet once, too ashamed to see the face that failed to save her. I saw the reflection in Zavala's shining armour, I stepped back a bit startled by what I have become. I had dark bags forming underneath my eyes due to extreme lack of sleep, my sandy blond hair has since grown out into a horrendous mess, my once clean-shaven face has grown out into a scruffy mess, and my skin once a pale tan has turned into a pale white colour. I stared at the crowd of guardians, Tower maintenance workers and the Vanguard.

"My. Name, is Guardian Eleven. Once known as Iron Lord Windsor. I am now …" it took me a while to work the sentence into my mouth, feeling unworthy to say such a title to describe myself.

"I am now … your new Hunter Vanguard." I said

Well then, this is how Guardian Eleven became the new hunter Vanguard. Yes, I know Destiny Fans are going to be complaining that Shiro 4 should be the new Hunter Vanguard but remember that this is a Destiny universe where the realm of Adventure Time exists side by side. And just to make one thing clear, there will be no crossovers in this novella, I am planning on only making this story short, probably only five or six chapters at most. I hope you like it

So as always. Let your imagination go wild, long may your big jib draw, and don't beat your sibling's door with a cucumber.

T1m3fr3ak OUT!

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