DB: hi guys, this is my first story ever to be posted on the internet and it is based off of a game that I like very much, destiny. Now there may be some parts you may not understand so I think it is a good idea to either get the game or go on the destiny wiki and look up the story, and the enemies, and anything you want.

But on with the show!

Chapter one: Exo

On the day I died the darkness was everywhere.

There was no hope left… nothing. My people the Exo's fought to the bitter death, we made for war… A war which we had lost.

I died on earth, our creator's home world, my name… I can't remember. My death, even though what felt like seconds was years ago…

I remember my team, all dead. The fallen were swarming earth, our technology wasn't built to fight them, but out of shear bravery we fought against the tide… and were consumed by the darkness.

The fallen captains, they tore through us like we were nothing but paper. I remember their blades… I lost one of my men to them… The fallen are without a doubt the most brutal foes I've have ever seen.

Many Exo's would see me as a… strange… machine.

My panels are white, my lights blue, I have a small plate upon my head as crest of sorts, and I have fallen blood sprayed across my head. I remember killing the same dreg in the battle for earth, I tore his arms from his body, and his blood sprayed over my armour… and it felt good to tear apart one of our most dreaded enemies.

I only awoke days ago… in the ruins of old Russia… I don't exactly remember being in old Russia, I remember dying in London in… America? I honestly don't remember the geography of the world.

The traveller… to my shock still stands over the last city; it fills me with great joy and pride to see 'the snowball from space' again. But then again… it is a shadow of its former glory; it seems the darkness tore the lower bottom of the traveller off.

It seems the traveller is part mechanical…

Something I never thought it would be Mechanical, I thought it would be… made of snow.

My ancestors held off the darkness for the entirety of their lives. So many Titan orders perished during the final days of the war too many, but yet so much has survived. My mysterious companion… my Ghost claims, that I must speak with my 'mentor', commander Zavala, an awoken.

I walk out of my chambers, and down the corridor, I am holding my helmet in my right hand under my shoulder, I walk out of the dorms and down a stair way, there is a wet puddle in my way and I walk through it. Unfortunately, now my boots are wet. Ghost appears "Zavala is usually found in the hall of guardians, with the rest of the vanguard, I think w-" ghost disappears as a warlock walks by, with his pulse rifle slung on his back and his helm attached to his belt. "You alright mate?" he asked, he was human; sounded Australian, his ghost was red and had several intricate details and marks on it.

"I am fine! Thank you!" I replied to him as we walked away from each other.

"G'day, mate!" he said as he entered his room. I walked on into the hall of Guardians, there were many banners hung from the ceiling. In the centre of the hall was a large table, which the three mentors shared, Cayde-6 a fellow Exo, hunter, stood with his ghost above his shoulder and a large map of the solar system in front of him. I stood next to him and examined the map closely, I felt it with my hand and it was made out of silk, it felt soft to the touch as if nothing was there.

"Hey! Be careful! That map is over two hundred years old and took me forever to find it!" Cayde exclaimed I removed my hand from it instantly. "Sorry, I just wanted to see the solar system. I only just was revived a few days ago, so I am still trying to get used to this thing" I replied.

"It's fine. Just be careful next time, especially when you're out in Russia, the place is crawling with fallen… literally" replied Cayde.

I walked over to Zavala, his armour looked as if it was heavily used, and after all he was commander of the majority of the towers titan orders. "You must have no short of questions, brother" Zavala said as he walked away from the table and to oversee the city skyline from a large window. "Our fallen brothers and sisters gave their lives to defend the city… now the city needs more Titans than ever" started Zavala. "You had friends during the collapse?" asked Zavala as he paced back and forth. "I did… they died protecting London from the fallen in the collapse, all of them titans like myself" I state, I wasn't confident in talking about my troubled past.

"I did too… it was painful losing them, but feeling pain is one of the many virtues of bearing the mantle of 'titan'" replied Zavala with a hint of worry in his voice. "Your ghost has told you the full cost if we lose this war, but the darkness has many other minions other than just fallen" said Zavala "there is an enemy so close to us that they fully inhabit the moon…". I began to worry, if the fallen were powerful enough to take earth entirely, what else could there be and how powerful were they.

"Who are they?" I asked

"The hive"

DB: It has begun... please review and I would love to hear what you guys think!