Prologue
Earth, New York, Manhattan
A lone ghost moves nimbly around the wrecks of cars and trucks scanning skeletons and any other remains of life in hopes of finding someone or something that wield the Traveller's light as a weapon against the Darkness and its minions.
"Wait, can it be?" the Ghost said scanning the remains and expanding, having its outer shell orbit around its eye. In a flash of light, a person appears, a young man, to be more specific.
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Guardian's POV
Manhattan, During the Collapse
You're vision starts getting hazy and you're breaths are short and labored. You place your hand on your chest and bring it up to your face to look at it, only to find it covered in blood, YOUR blood. That's right, you're dying. The Darkness has consumed this part of the world and its minions are slaughtering the what's left of the civilians and soldiers trying to evacuating. So this is the fall of humanity. Its was only a matter time of before the Darkness reached Earth. They had lost contact the with the colonies long ago, conquered by the minions of the Darkness.
You tilt your head to see the civilians you and what's left of the marines in the area were ordered to protect, being cut down by the Fallen. You see your best friend, who's been your spotter and partner for years, about to be impaled onto a Vandal's Shock Blade. You grip your pistol, stand up and lean against a car wreck, and take aim. Firing the pistol, you put a hole into the Vandal's head. Unfortunately, the recoil is enough to cause you to slide down the car to the floor. You drop your pistol and look up toward the sky and see a gap in the smoke and clouds and see the sky.
You hear someone run up to and out of the corner of you're partner runs up to and start to shake you. "Come on, dude. We got to go. Get up." he says trying to get you on your feet. When he realizes that you're body is limb, he begins to tear up and takes your dog tags off your neck, says a quick prayer for you and picks up you're pistol and sniper rifle and runs off to extraction point, looking back only once.
With the you're partner gone and your eyes lids growing heavier and heavier at each passing moment, you take one final look at the hole in your chest caused by a Stealth Vandal's Shock Blade. Finally, your eyes close and you drift off into sleep with the sounds of people screaming and gunfire filling your ears in the last moments of your life. The Darkness consumes you and everything goes black. With that, you are dead.
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Suddenly, a bright flash rips you away from the Darkness. You feel the hard floor beneath you and hear a voice trying to talk to you. As you open your eyes, your vision is blurry and sounds are distorted. Your hearing corrects itself after a few seconds so you attempt to stand up but quickly fail and fall back down.
"Careful, Guardian. You've been dead a long time. Take your time getting up. I scanned the area, we're should be safe for now." said the voice. You lift your head to see who was speaking, but instead come to face to face with a strange floating machine.
"What the hell?" you mutter as you aren't use to speaking yet. "What are you?"
"I am a Ghost. As of now, I'm your Ghost. It's a pleasure to meet you, Guardian." the Ghost says floating in front of you.
You take a moment to survey you're surroundings and see the ruins of decaying building.
"Where are we?" you say a bit louder as your voice begins to come back to you.
"According to old maps and records, we're in Manhattan, New York." your Ghost says observing you get your bearings. You try to stand up for a second time and succeed. You stretch and look down at your body and notice you're wearing armor that is foreign to you.
"What the hell am I wearing?" you say, projecting your thoughts.
"That, Guardian, this best armor I can create as of now. Not much I know, but it should last you until we get back to the tower. Just try not to get into any heavy firefights."
"Noted." you say before speaking again, "So what now?"
"Now we get you to the tower. Hold on, let's see if I can find you a weapon." says the ghost as it starts pulsating. "Okay, enter that building over there and on the fifth floor there's a loot chest that should have some weapons inside. Hang on, this may feel a bit... tingly." it says as it enter your body. You squirm a bit as it enters your chest. "Don't worry, I'm still here. You better get a move on. If I'm translating this correctly, the Fallen are still looking for us, well me actually. They don't know you exist...yet."
"Better make a good first impression." you say as you jog over to the building and hurry up the stairs until the third floor where you find the stairs to the next floor have been destroyed.
"Scans show another flight of on the other side of the floor. Hold up, I'm reading movement on this floor." your Ghost notifies you.
"Shit." you instinctively crouch down and brace yourself against the wall next to the door frame and peek out. "How many?"
"Motion trackers are pinging three hostiles. Try to avoid them. Otherwise, take them out quietly."
You nod your head and quietly slip out in to the large room, using the cubicles as cover. You make it a quarter of the way to the other side when a Dreg stops his patrol in front of you and turns his back to you. You silently walk behind the Dreg and snap its neck and catch its shock dagger before it hit the ground with you're foot.
"Nice save." the voice within you tells you. You gently put the lifeless corpse on the ground and continue moving through the remanent of the office floor. In the corner of your eye, you see movement and you talk cover once again in a cubicle this time hiding under the desk to keep out of the light. Another Dreg walks pass your hiding spot and you make your move. You cover the Dreg's mouth and stab it a couple of times to make sure its dead. As the dagger penetrates the dying Dreg for the last time, you hear a screech from behind you and spin around see the final Dreg. Before it had time to level its shock pistol, you throw the shock dagger and it embeds itself into the Dreg's head.
"Floor clear. Let's keep moving." says your Ghost. You proceed up to the next floor and make your way through the floor without any problem. When you arrive on the fifth floor you find that most of the cubicles were moved to block the windows and doors or were in pieces. By the window, you spot a chest and a sniper rifle.
"Let's see what we got." You open up the chest and find a revolver and some strange blue mineral. "What the hell is this?"
"That would be glimmer. It's a precious material nowadays. It's also used as currency. I got it." said the Ghost, materializing next to you and quickly scanning the glimmer as you put the Hand Cannon on your belt. "You know how to fire that sniper rifle?"
You pick up the sniper rifle, loading it and setting up the a sniping position on the floor, looking out through a hole in the wall."I'll take that as a yes."
"How many targets, Ghost?"
"14 in total. 8 Dregs, 4 Vandals, and 2 Captains." said Ghost, reentering your body.
You line up the scope with a Vandal's head. "Hope this make a good first impression." you say to no one in particular, squeezing the trigger and sending an arc round into the Vandal's skull.
Author Notes
I came up with this awhile ago while in between chapters of my Halo story. I've always wondered who the Guardian were before they were Guardians. Now, I want to know what you guys think of the story. Do I continue it or leave it as a one-shot? If I do continue it, I'm probably not going to continue using the 1st person POV.
Disclaimer: Destiny doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Bungie and its respective developers.
Anyways, Thanks for reading my story or giving it a try if you didn't like. Commenting and reviewing, even the ones bashing this story are appreciated as I am still relatively new to writing. Hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks again for giving it a shot. Have a great day.