A/N: Before I begin, I just want to say that this is my first story, and I'm probably going to be writing a good chunk of it on my phone, which doesn't seem like a good idea, so if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, please don't be shy and let me know. Just do me a solid and be cool about it, ok? Thanks. Also, if you have any ideas as to where I could take this story, (as my creativity does have its limits) please PM me! Feedback from readers is always appreciated! Now, for what you've all been waiting for, here's the Prologue!

Note that I do not own the Inheritance Cycle or Destiny. Each franchise belong to their respective owners and creators.

Our story begins aboard Oryx's Dreadnaught, as he overlooks a land filled with potential assets for his Taken armies. Those native to this planet had access to abilities that should not be possible without the Traveler's Light or his own Taken Will, if that's what you want to call it. He was considering whether or not the natives would prove useful against those wretched servants of the Light who believed they could get away with killing his son, Crota, and maybe himself, too.

Recently, with what the Guardians have been calling an 'Age of Triumph,' powerful beings like Crota, Atheon, and none other than Oryx himself have come back from the dead even stronger than before, along with that new guy, Aksis. He kinda seems like a prick to the Taken King, but that's beside the point. Either way, Oryx now knew the extent of the Guardians' power, determination, and inginuity. So, to make up for that, Oryx has set out to gather new recuits for his Taken army in hopes of putting a stop to the meddlesome weilders of the Light.

And, luck would have it, that just a few solar systems over from Earth, there lied another planet that contained just the kind of creatures Oryx was looking for. Something they had undoubtedly never faced before.

However, instead of just mindlessly Taking all of the planet's inhabitents, Oryx was tempted to let curiosity take over and study these humans. Maybe he'd gather some information on how humans lived that would grant him yet another tactical advantage, if his new troops weren't enough. After all, its not like these humans killed Crota and made a fool of Oryx, too. These ones were like a third party, and comepletely unaware of what loomed above their heads.

He figured, "Well, I do have time to study them... What harm would come from it?" So, his mind made up, Oryx was going to examine the locals in hopes of gathering any useful information, and when he finally found himself bored or with adequate information, only then would he set about sieging this world.

~(Alagaƫsia, Uru'baen)~

Galbatorix was on edge. He had felt another being brush against his mind, but it was different, alien. He mustn't have been the only one who felt it, because many of his magicians throughout the Empire were reporting back to him with the same story. Something was off, and the King could feel it in his gut.

Despite that, Galbatorix had other. more pressing matyers to attend to. Namely, the fact that one of the three dragon eggs in his posession has been stolen, suposedly by the Varden. He has already dispatched Durza, the Shade under his command, to retrieve the egg before it falls into the wrong hands.

~(Earth, The Last City)~

{The previous night}

A lone Titan was resting along the railings of the Tower overlooking the Last City of Earth. He was moping about because all of his friends have already retired to their respective quarters. Hell, even his ghost was dormant!

He knew that he could just go for a late-night venture into the Crucible and screw around until he too went to bed, but he decided against it. After all, he was still pretty butt-hurt over that last Rift match. The only reason he was even playing that cursed game was because he had a quest for various tasks completed in Rift and he had absolutly nothing better to do.

After a while of sulking, his mind began to wander. First topic: the Age of Triumph. He found it funny how, not long after the threat of SIVA was thought to be taken care of, all of the enemies just came back, stronger than before. Yay, more stupid LFG teams to deal with, he thought to himself, But hey, at least every so often you get with a decent group.

Next, he decided to, once more, describe himself. Almost like he was some kind of important main character, or something. I would say I'm a pretty nice guy with a good sense of humor, even if that humor consists of a lot of dark humor and kind of offesive jokes, but its not like I'm out and about saying these kinds of things to people I dont know. Those kinds of jokes are for my few but close friends. Its also kinda funny how I talk to myself like this, like damn... I am just that lonely... or bored. And despite my possible lunacy, I am one hell of a Guardian. I mean, I'm not the beest at everything and I'd say I'm still learning, but I can hold my own prwtty well. Unless its trying to snipe in the Trials of Osiris. That is a big no-no. I know my limits, and therethere's one of 'em. I've also got some pretty sweet gear to back me up, too. I have collected all of the exotix armor pieces aside from Peregrine Greaves, which I had about a year ago, but I ended up dismantling them for exotic shards. Also on the topic of exotics, I've come across almost all of the exotic weapons bar a select few. And as time went on, the Titan -Corbin is his name, by the way- grew tired and decided that it was high time that he hit the hay. Little did he know, that he has a long day awaiting him tomorrow.

A/N: So, there you have it! The Prologue to The Varden, the Empire, and the Taken King! I may change the name later on, so if you have suggestions, feel free to leave a review! I honestly wasn't sure whether or not the introduce the main characters through monologue here or in actual first chapter, so I settled for just doing one for now. I know it may seem a tad bit short, but prologues shouldn't be too long. Noe that I think about it, I may have made this a little too long for a prologue, and I could probably get away with cutting out that last section and let you guys make your own opinions on my Three Stooges-esk idiots that I call 'main characters.'

Anyway, I'll let you all do something more important than waste your time listening to me go on and on about virtually nothing, so have a good day or evening, whichever it may be, and I will hopefully see you all around!