Hello everyone! Welcome to my very first Destiny 2 story!

I have been a fan of the game since its first launch back in 2014. I'm also a huge fan of all the lore and characters in Destiny, but there has always been one character who has stood out to me and has held a special place in my heart for all these years.

This story will be focused mainly on my OC (to be named later) and I have had her in my head for these last five years since the game's release. I am finally ready and excited to share her with all of you, and I hope my writing will help you like and cheer for her just like I have. This first chapter/prologue is pretty short, but I will be writing longer chapters if this is good enough. If you do read this, please leave a review at the end and let me know what you thought!

See you starside,

eilaatan (eye-lah-tan) c:

If she could change one thing, it would be sharpening that knife.

Everyone told her that there wasn't anything that she could do, but that didn't make the pain any less valid. He was gone.

Gone for good.

Arrow tried to cheer his Guardian up, but he found no luck. Instead, he gently bumped her forehead. The girl waved her hand and pushed him away. It was obvious that she didn't want to be bothered which he made a quick note of before quietly floating over to a nearby bookshelf.

On it he found several items. None of them too extravagant, but all held great importance to his partner. Some books, an old drawing, old letters. There was even an old journal that she had promised to burn but couldn't now. It was all she had left of him. It gave her a glimpse into his past and an idea of the man he was - of who he should've been had Bray not intervened.

Then there was the photo.

It was torn and frayed at the edges, but the four smiling faces of the small Golden Age family could still be made out. There was a man and woman - a husband and wife - and their two young girls who were both laughing and doing silly poses for the camera. The woman just smiled at the photographer.

The man however wasn't doing a silly pose or looking politely into the camera. No, he was looking lovingly at his wife and he had a protective hand on his oldest daughter's shoulder.

That was her life at one point int time...a time that she couldn't remember. The Collapse had ruined all of their lives. Sometimes she wished that she was never -

"You know, this year will be the five year anniversary since I resurrected you as a Guardian." Arrow said quietly, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah. I know" She mumbled.

Five years.

Had it really been five years since she woke up in the Russian Cosmodrome? No memory of who she was before except a name and a floating creature who called himself her Ghost. Not to mention all of the freaky aliens roaming around and her odd instinct to take apart and put a sniper rifle back together.

Yeah...she has come a long way since then.

"I still remember waking up and slapping you out of the air." She said and chuckled, then looked at her friend. Arrow's optics lit a bright blue and his body expanded and retracted, which indicated an annoyed sigh.

"Oh do you? Well, I will tell you that it was NOT pleasant and I still hold a grudge against you for that after all these years."

"Really? Wow, that's a little petty don't you think? How was I supposed to react to a floating object in my face after waking up for a 200-year-old...nap?"

"I...well, I do see your point there. My apologies."

"Thank you."

A small smile crossed the girl's lips and her friend noticed.

"It's nice to see you smile again." He began. "I know it's been hard lately, but you have some good friends around you if you need to vent."

"Yeah. You're right. I just…"

Suddenly, she remembered that night in flashes.

A gunshot. Then she was running. Now he was on the ground. When she looked up, he had a smirk on his face...and Ace.

She yelled. Her knife flew from her hands.

He got away.

"How's...how's my hair…?"

He always had such stupid jokes. How could he joke right now? Then he coughed.

"Don't leave me...please don't leave me!"

She should have been there. She should have protected him.

"...the best bet...I ever...lost…."

Now he was gone.

She should have sharpened her knife.

Arrow bumped her shoulder. She shook her head and looked at Arrow, then turned her attention to the family photo on her bookshelf. Tears filled the brim of her eyes.

"I just miss them."

To be continued...?