AN: Doing this on my phone, might be some grammatical errors and what not...hopefully not. This is only my second foray into fanfiction and my first into writing for Destiny but having played since beta I hope to make it a good one. (All ghost dialogue should be read in Nolan North's voice, it also will not simply be rehashing his lines, some may be similar, but most will likely be entirely different as I'm going for a story rather than one-liners.)

As I awoke in this wretched apocalypse I heard a voice. It was an annoying voice...and it seemed to be coming from everywhere.

"Are you feeling well, Guardian?"

"What are you? Get out of my head!"

I looked around a bit more, taking note of the destroyed cars everywhere and a decrepit wall.

"Where am I anyway?" I said to myself.

"You are in the Russian Cosmodrome, now come on we don't have time for you to be a tourist, head towards the wall!"

I decided that if this voice was inside my head then it must be my subconscious and it was probably correct. I slowly got up and saw a glowing ball.

'Get a hold of yourself this can't be a safe place, deal with your rising insanity later,' I thought.

I started running towards a large hole in the wall only for some four armed thing to jump down in front of me. I punched it and kept moving, not even noticing that its face caved in and it fell over. I found some stairs and took them three at a time at a dead sprint, adrenaline pounding through my system.

Then all was darkness.

"Hold on, I'll get some lights on." The voice of my ever increasing insanity went on.

I stood quietly for a minute and then called out loud, "Why am I waiting for a figment of my imagination to turn the lights on?"

"I said hold on! And be quiet we don't need the Elliksni to hear us!" The voice went on impatiently.

All of a sudden there was light everywhere, along with some noises that I did not want to know the origin of at all. Then, another though occurred to me, "How in the world did my own insanity turn on the lights to a whole complex!?"

The glowing ball came back in front of me and I had an impulse to put my hand under it as if summoning it. "That's because I'm real, I'm starting to think choosing you was a poor decision."

"Give me a break, how would you feel if you were brought back from what I assume is death and then a voice started talking in your head! Can you get through this door yet, I do not like those sounds," I complained petulantly.

"Fine, fine, those sounds are the Fallen by the way, you killed one of them earlier, remember?"

"Do they have notoriously weak bones or something? It was only a small tap."

"Being resurrected has given you great strength it seems. I shall have to introduce you to Commander Zavala and Lord Shaxx for a greater explanation, for now suffice it to say that you must be a Titan, a bulwark of hope in these dark times."

The door opened as the glowing ball of light finished, "Ah there we are, get through the door and grab that rifle, if you can't shoot, punch and watch your strength at work."

I dashed forward and engaged the so-called Fallen, first uppercutting one and then hammer-fisting the other, absolutely destroying its chest cavity. I looked at my bloody fist and then back to the Fallen. "I could get used to this." I stated proudly.

"That's good because you will absolutely have to do a lot more of it."

"Alright let's get this show on the road, where am I going next?"

"Keep following the path and make sure to dodge the lasers, I don't feel like reviving you from assorted chunks, I have to find them and then out them in a roughly human shape and it's just a giant hassle."

"Done." I said smugly.

"Don't get too cocky there. I saw an Arcadian class ship on my way in, that's our ticket out of here."

"Great...what's an Arcadian class ship?"

"Never mind that, shanks incoming."

I tore through the ranks of the "Shanks" which I assumed were the metal drones with almost absurd ease. I kept moving through the building and then stopped when my new...whatever it is started talking again.

"This might be difficult."

"What is it this time?" I asked with a sense of trepidation.