Chapter 1: Rebirth
It was about 6:45 in the morning when light returned to the Cosmodrome. The light seeped in, dispersing the darkness from every nook and corner it hid. Along the edge of a river near the Forgotten Shore, a figure stood up and inspected the newly illuminated surroundings. The Guardian shifted a bit with unease, but then relaxed. The light always seemed to make things better. He bent down and slowly picked up the blades he was cleaning in the river, each showing a deadly glint in the light. Collecting himself and his things quickly, the Guardian slowly walked towards the towering figures in the Shore. The ships were rusted down and eroded, time easily breaking down the structures man had so painstakingly built. The Guardian stopped near one, and placed his hand on the base of the ship. How…. ironic, he thought. How man's Golden Age was now being broken down and eroded back to rust. Before he could continue the thought, a gust of wind rushed above his head. The Guardian jumped back, and faced towards the ship to face two Fallen Vandals that had swooped off the hull. Each possessed two blades, ready to dig into his flesh. Upon closer inspection, the Vandal's cloaks possessed the sigil of the House of Devils. Great. The Devils were after him. His take down of a High Servitor was bound to make him a target, but so quickly? Must have been an important Servitor. The Vandals rushed him, shouts rattling out of their throats. He evaded all swipes with ease, but was able to discern that these Fallen wanted him desperately. Using the back of his hand cannon, he hit the heads of both Vandals with precision. They both instantly crumbled, unconscious. The thought of administrating a finishing blow did not even cross his mind. Rumors of friendly Fallen within the Queen's Reef has caused him to believe that all Fallen could be befriended, an opinion that was received with much fire from other Guardians. After all, a Hunter, a master assassin, now refusing to kill the enemies of the darkness, and now believing that they could receive the salvation of the light? Seemed kind of ridiculous, questionable. Nonetheless, the Guardian left the two Vandals and continued on his way. His only purpose for staying so long was to simply see the sunrise. After all, the rebirth of the sun's light returning to a destroyed land seemed like a good omen. Perhaps the light would heal this land, like it has healed and protected the City for so long.
The Guardian spoke, as if to nothing. "Ghost."
"Here." The Guardian's Ghost came into being, floating along his partner's head. "Ah, is the sunrise over already? Can't see why you enjoy such things in the wilderness instead of the City, Gil."
Gil shifted a bit, and slowly nudged the Ghost with his hand. "I'm a Hunter. Of course I enjoy the outdoors more than the City. Let's argue in orbit."
Not a second later, both the Guardian and the Ghost disappeared, in which they boarded a jump ship waiting for them in Orbit. Back at the Forgotten Shore, the two Vandals had gained conscious and slowly stood up. They growled at each other, in which both Fallen began to look down at the ground. Their failure in killing the murderer of Sepiks-7 was an assured death. One of the Vandals walked towards a river, experiencing the water one least time before returning back to the Devil's Lair. He would miss the water, something that isn't as abundant within the inner Cosmodrome. He began to leave when he spotted it. It was two things, both shining in the ground. It was a blade, and a small, circular object. The Vandal picked it up, and realized what it was. It was a City comm device, something that was given to all Guardians venturing beyond the City. Thoughts of giving the device to his Captain came and left quickly. No. The Vandal would do it alone. He picked up the Guardian's forgotten blade, the light shining off and illuminating a cross shaped scar over the Vandal's right eye. He would have the pleasure of plunging the blade into the Guardian's chest, not his Captain. The Vandal stalked off, in a direction away from the Devil's Lair. There was much to do.