Hello everyone. This is my first Destiny Fanfic, so please comment on any irregularities you've found in my grammar or spelling. Furthermore, I would also like to say that I will take a will to type the following chapters, considering that I'm a bit tied up in assignments. Without a further ado, here's the chapter.
Chapter 1: Prologue
The Traveler, a celestial being that trekked across the depths of space. Seeking sanctuary from the Darkness it arrived on earth, where we've found that this would be the first sign of a treacherous siege. Many battles raged across the system as entire fleets attempted to either escape the crossfire or attempt to hold the line against this foe. A few managed to flee within the outer reaches, but those who have never returned. What once was the peak of the Golden Age, now only a dreary reminder of what we've lost. The Dark Age served to be a sign, a sign in which there are beings who deem themselves to divide us, overwhelming forces pushing us back to the brink of extinction.
But now is the time for us to fight back, to make a stand against the blighted who dare cross us. As if the Traveler heard our prayers, it bestowed upon us Ghosts, small fragments of the Traveler. When the ghosts arrived they began to revive the dead, giving them unimaginable abilities, abilities to fight back against the Darkness. Though it seem that there are three distinct classes when identifying them, such as: Titans, Warlocks, and Hunters. Of course these "Guardians" have proven to be... odd. It is true Guardians fight for the safety of humanity and stand as a beacon of hope, it's just strange how they seem to ponder over what lives they've had before they were brought back by the light.
Then again, I ask myself the same inquiries from time to time whenever standing idly within the hanger bay, gazing at the city's vibrant light. There's never a day where I tire of the view, not once. I suppose this is my way of contemplating over the times I've risked myself fighting the Fallen, Cabal, and other adversaries who've fought against the light. As a guardian, it is my obligation to fight the darkness and accomplish missions given by the Vanguard. Fortunately, I'll always welcome the sight of the Traveler, the very being who has given us hope.
Anyway, it's about time I introduced myself. My name is Sigma, a Warlock class guardian. Despite the official duty of being a hero, I have a second occupation, one that I fairly enjoy. What makes the job enjoyable: it's because I get to see vendors selling unknown merchandise, various ethnic groups socializing, and food stalls. Sadly I don't have the time to visit them, though I hope to try one day. The purpose of the job is to deliver numerous packages deep within the heart of the city. So I suppose that makes me an unofficial mailman, though I wouldn't really ponder about it. Either way, I have a package to deliver and I don't want my customer to wait. Luckily my client has a very patient nature, otherwise I would have been fired years ago.
Sorry that the first chapter was short. I couldn't find the imagination to continue. Hopefully I'll be able to type the next one. Please review for any form of criticism, I'm welcome to helpful feedback. Until next time my fellow readers.