Hello lovlies! Shadow here! First time writing a story about the game I love, wooo! Now, what I'd like to point out is that I know a majority of what the Fallen are, but in the spots that are either too unsure to believe, or just aren't very clear, I will need to make some things up, which yes, head-canons are a thing with me as well. The story is all about the life of an abnormal Fallen, and how a different view could go a long way. Very Fallen-rounded plot, so not much Guardian in it. The story takes place before the Guardian in the Cosmodrome is reborn, but definitely after the Traveler arrived.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character or areas/locations in the game, all of that is owned by Bungie.
Okay enough talk! Tell me what you think in the comments! Whether bad or good, learn a bit more in the end.
Chapter 1: The Spawnling
First, there was darkness. A black, endless abyss of nothingness that seemed to envelop the world it knew, or at least of what it knew of the world. It felt tight, pressured within the small space that it felt like it was limited to. It was uncomfortable, and with every passing moment, it only seemed to become painfully more aware of it. It was so stiff, boring, and disgusting in it. It wanted out, out of it's prison. Out of the abyss, out of the darkness.
Then, it came. A singular blink of fresh white light. It was pure, focused moment. It blinded them even, and filled it with a kind of curiosity and wonder. It's body felt tingly, and their mind was almost numb. It almost felt nice. Though, it was only a blink. Nothing more, as the feeling soon faded as fast as it appeared. This agitated the little creature. It had been stuck in some dark cover, and it couldn't even see light for real?
It pushed it's head backward, and then flung it forward, smashing it's head into the hard surface. It whined, for a moment, pain ringing through it's small, fragile head. It whimpered, mostly out of self loathing then pain. As it grieved, they did catch a glimpse of light from a place within the darkness. Soft, shining purple light leaking through the crack. The thing scrambled to that area, and then pushed as hard as it could against the crack, seeing it instinctively as a weakness in the slimy thing containing it.
It drove his back into the thing finally and the outer shell gave way. It opened up, bursting open as the little thing from the inside came tumbling out, not much farther from it. It felt icky, covered in a gross, thick slime that seemed to surround it's skin from head to toe. It was also very cold, feeling a fresh shiver travel down it's spine as they held themselves. The cold did not last long however, as it soon felt itself being warmed by something else. It gave a weak glance up above it, where the source had seeming to have been coming from. A bright, lavender light bathed itself on his flesh, slowing drying away the goop that had begun to peel off of him. The thing was...big, and black. It floated, or it thought. That was all it could really describe it as. A big, black ball thingy with a hole in the front which spewed out purple energy.
The little creature coughed up some of the life fluid that was stuck in it's throat, finally needing to breath after all this time. Fresh, moist air filled it's lunges and it felt extraordinary. It rubbed one of its four eyes trying to get any gunk from it as he could. Everything was all blurry, hard to focus. It had never used his eyes before, and they were getting adjusted to the light. The bright purple aura that thing was putting on it didn't help either. What they did feel though was multiple other eggs around them, signifying that it wasn't the only one, but that they were the first to hatch. It looked around the room, it being relatively big from what he could tell, and covered in a greenish light. Any kind of specific details were too hard for it to interrupt, so it stuck to basic things like color and large blurry objects. Speaking of large blurry objects, it seemed the big black thing had stopped emitting all that extra purple energy. It seemed to stare at it. but whether it was puzzled or observing it was beyond what the creature could understand.
Nonetheless, a gentle, purple light coated around its skin once more, seeming to be more wavy as they traveled across its flesh in rippling bursts. It head looked down under it's feet, feeling the ground move away from it as it floated in front of the large black object. Another flash of purple light in it's face, temporarily blinding its sensitive eyes for a moment, a whine of discomfort coming from it as it rubbed its eyelids. The thing turned around and made its way cross the air and through the metal door entrance, the floating small creature hovering close behind as it seemed to giggle and click in enjoyment at the trick. Though as he was brought along, the many different, and new, colored lights and textures made him blind from the suddenness, unable to see for now, as everything simply seemed to be a bunch of random blobs of random colors moving around. It irritated his eyes and hurt his head. He gave a quiet whimper of stress, pulling his arms to his eyes to cover them from the light. His ears were hearing a lot of new noises too, many clicks, sounds, words, sentences. So many things happening at once stressed his already soft brain.
In an instance, it all seemed to go quiet and stopped. The noise, sound, everything. Abruptly quiet by the slam of a steel door closing. The fires in torches could be heard as they flickered away their beautiful dancing orange flow. There were two rows of them lined up, following the many consoles that were placed out of the way with the high ranked technicians or archons tapping away at the controls. Screens lined the walls and wires covered every corner of the room. At the end of the carpet, sat the large, intimidating Kell. He glared at the Servitor, as if already agitated by this interruption, as he shifted into a posture that would be more befitting of a ruler of a House.
When the Fallen had reached Captain or even Kell in rank, noticeable changes for their respect of the Servitors began to take place. As of when you're a Dreg, Vandal, or even Reaver, you're taught to praise them as your deities or gods. They provided the ether the Fallen needed to transform into higher ranks. Though, when you reach the status of Captain, as time passes, the respect you would once have for them would eventually dwindle into either showing them a moderate respect as an ally, or even as a lesser being. As at when you progress up the ranks, you become smarter with every form you have. When you're Captain, they have a general realization of what they can attack and what they can't. At many of these points, the Captains begin to realize that they are more powerful then even the Servitors that gave them the ether. Which lead into them having the god status they usually had among the lower ranks, dwindling when you got farther up. Yes, occasionally you can see from time to time the respectful and honorable captain treating them at least as close allies, but never shown the respect they once had in their lower state. For this Kell, he saw everything as inferior.
The spawn that was floating slowly uncovered it's eyes, the lack of movement letting it adjust to it's surroundings a bit easier then before. It's hearing was less cluttered and could only hear the sound of the clicking and ticking of buttons. At the sound of the Servitor entering the room, the technicians and archons on their consoles raised their heads one by one, pulling their full attention to the little spawnling it held in it's voidish grasp. They all stared at it, waiting for it's next move. The Kell finally noticed the hovering child above the large eye of void, and raised a hand, using to fingers to gesture the Servitor to come over. Now the Kell seemed more intrigued. The Servitor then began to float forward once more, the child close to it as it traveled the distance between the door and to the Kell, a thousand eyeballs watching its every movement. When it had reached the Kell, it raised the creature in front of it, the Kell putting out two hands as it was lightly placed in his palm. The Kell, seeming interested in the small one in his hands, tilted his head and spoke in his deep voice with E'lik "This is the first of the season, yes?" The Servitor nodded, staring on as the Kell examined the small thing in his hands. It tripped once, but got back up and looked up at the Kell with large, unknowing, innocent eyes. Even the Kell himself couldn't resist a small click of affection for it. He raised another arm, but gently rubbing a finger across its head. It gave multiple clicks of pleasure and happiness as it closed its eyes to enjoy the feeling. He then stated in a soft, quiet voice, as to not hurt the creatures ears "Yes, name it I will." The Servitor seemed to focus on the Kell, as if it was not allowed but a stomp from the Kells foot silenced the Servitor once more from any hostile notions. He spoke again, a bit more darkly "Wise decision, to not challenge." He turned his gaze to the small creature once more, it had begun to play with the Kells thumb finger. He said finally, tender tone accord with his voice now. "Your name will be Phyluro...first of the season."
So, how was it? Don't be afraid to give me some advice! Who do you think the Kell might be hm? Will have to find out.