G'day, y'all!

I've been absent from this website for more than two years I think and I am so sorry for abandoning my Tron story. It's just that once I had lost all those chapters I had written back then I couldn't get any good idea to bridge what I still had with what was published already. Nevermind, back to this.

I've been playing Destiny obsessively for about 3 months now and I find the story behind it fascinating. Apart from it being an awesome game the themes in the background are worth exploring and really caught my interest, more so when I found some enacting of the grimoire cards on Youtube. This is going to take a try to expand the story of Thorn and the Last Word and their owners, along with some storytelling of the campaign of the game.

As for updates...I can't promise anything. Life tends to get in the way quite often so updates may be quite far in between once this creative streak is diminished.

So, enjoy and remember that I'm only borrowing Bungie's universe and characters, not taking them. The only things I own are my characters.

00 - Prologue

We know what we are, but we know not what we may be. -William Shakespeare

Excerpt from recorded journal of K. Glass- 9/11/2020
It's a day of commemoration at the base.
No wonder that both Ant and I are not at the base. Too many fucking memorials, flowers and candles for a tragedy that marked our whole country nearly two decades ago. Ant told me once before we enlisted that he was so sick of the looks we both got, of their pity and shallow reassurances he wanted to tell them all to fuck off and mind their own business. We are not just novelties for the press to fawn over, he had fumed, pacing nervously when Marge had had to tell off another reporter who came to check if we wanted to talk about the day Mum and Dad got killed in that tower after they saved us. No, fuckers, he shouted at the empty driveway, we don't wanna fucking talk.
Jones was surprisingly considerate this time, and managed to suppress his nasty demeanor when we asked to be put on scouting duty, or any duty, please Lt, we just can't take this shitshow - they'll ask too many questions about that "Twins who lived" shit. He had agreed and here we are, in the middle of fucking nowhere in the Russian taiga, hunting ISIS sleeper cells. Ant's complaining about the weather - too much, like the little bitch he is sometimes - but for sure it's better than being paraded - certainly better than reliving it all.


"Ant! Ant, you useless piece of shit, wake up!"
Kat kicked her brother for good measure but the lazy bastard just turned on his other side and continued snoring. Sometimes she could swear Ant could sleep anywhere, even with a war next to him, but now was not the time for his shenanigans. Their comms officer had picked up a suspicious transmissions and the team was deployed to investigate the site - something about a sleeper cell planning an attack on Vladivostok .
"Anthony Glass, wake up this instant," Kat snapped in her best imitation of their mother's voice when she was pissed at them, grinning when her twin jumped awake.
"Yes, Mom, I'm..." His dark blue stare focused on his sister and his expression darkened slightly. "You... You..."
"What, my dear, sweet brother?" You say what you wanted to say and I put a bullet in your sorry ass, she thought to herself smugly as Ant tried unsuccessfully to smooth down his unruly hair and get untangled from the army-issue sheets.
"Don't do that," he growled, finally extracting himself from the tangled bedding.
"Do what?"
"Imitate Mum. you know how scared I was of The Voice."
Kat chuckled darkly, tossing Ant his clothes. "And that's exactly why I keep doing it. Get in gear, we're getting deployed."
"To where?"
"Disneyland."
"No seriously, where?"
"I got absolutely no idea," she shrugged, turning to the exit so he could get dressed.
"D'ya reckon we'll get some action?" he called after her.
"Maybe, hope so anyway," came the answer. "I'm so getting bored here."


"I am so eating my words right now," Kat groaned, peeking from behind the stack of crates she and her brother used as cover.
"Ya say so?" Ant sounded more pissed than scared but he was always the daredevil. Even when it came to facing down 50 terrorists with a team of only 6 black ops.
"We're in the middle of Shitsberg with a whole bunch of fanatics shooting at us. I'd take being bored over this any day, bro," she stressed.
"Well, whose fault is it?" he hissed, shooting down one of the assailants with his usual accuracy.
Kat had to admit he was right; she had been the one to stumble upon an abandoned system of Bolshevik bunkers and suggest going in to check, an idea she was beginning to regret more and more as another spray of bullets impacted the wall dangerously close. Mallory and Hicks were already down, leaving only the twins, Garcia and Said up and shooting. Said was bleeding and so was Garcia but they kept trying to fend off the terrorists until a stray bullet hit the small Hispanic Lieutenant and she went down, twitching a couple of times before she became still, a growing puddle of blood spreading around her.
"We're getting shredded here, Ant," Kat said, fumbling for another clip at her belt. Fuckfuckfuck - no ammo-notgoodnotgood. "I'm out of ammo!" she cried.
Said tossed her a clip and she quickly loaded, swearing as she aimed. Four more guys fell under her bullets but it was futile, they were so many and they were out of ammo and I'll be damned if they hurt Ant again like they did Mom and Dad - ISIS, Al Qaeda, they're all the fucking same, all basta-
Ant froze next to her, gasping as if in pain.
NonononoNO!
His hand went to the middle of his abdomen and came off crimson red. Another loud bang and Said fell too - go figure, they don't care that he's Arabian, killed him the same - but Kat only saw the shock on her twin's face and the red staining his fingers as another bullet hit him, this time in his chest, and he dropped boneless to the ground before she could catch him.
"No! Ant, look at me - " her words caught as a sob rose to her throat. "Ant..."
"Don't... cry," he rasped weakly.
"You're going to be okay, I'll get us out of here - nonono, don't say it -"
"There's no getting out for me, sis," Ant said, pointing out at the two holes gaping in his body as his eyes began to close and all the remaining color flushed out of his face.
"Ant?! Don't you fucking dare leave me you fucking bastard or I'll find you in the afterlife only to kill you! Ant?! Ant!"
He didn't answer and Kat felt her stomach sink. It was as if someone had torn away half of her and left the other half exposed and naked and battered in the wind of a thousand storms. Empty. In agony. She gently lowered the dead body of her twin on the floor and grabbed her rifle, seeing only red hot rage in front of her eyes. She was going to make them pay even if it was the last thing she would do.
Her bullets never missed their target, their aim unerring as her victims fell under the hell she brought upon them until the clip was empty. Kat never even bothered to reload and instead pulled her trusty knife and slashed away, not caring who she ended until something hit her hard, burning through her stomach and bringing her to her knees with a blinding wave of pain. She never managed to get up again when another flash of agony seared through her skull and she knew no more, the last thing in her head apart from the bullet being the hope of finally seeing her family again.