-Extract of a conversation between Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6 and Hunter Kilian Marvin-

[K.M.] Hey, have you heard about that new recruit? The boy from the slums.

[C.6.] Yeah, apparently, he's giving Shaxx a hard time.

[K.M.] No, it's not that. You see, yesterday, he started the hand-to-hand combat training.

[C.6.] And?

[K.M.] He was coupled with an older boy, a titan trainee.

[C.6.] And?!

[K.M.] At one point, when they were fighting, Shaxx had to intervene before the boy killed him. He almost beat him to death.

[C.6.] Who? The titan?

[K.M.] Nope, the slum boy.

[C.6.] What? How is that even possible?!

[K.M.] I don't have a single clue.

[C.6.] Why do I have a feeling that this incident is going to bite me in the ass later on? What do we know about him?

[K.M.] From what his file says, he was born in the Northern district, in the slums. Only child, no parents; he was picked up by the City Task Force about a month and a half ago, he already had a ghost with him.

[C.6.] Has he got a name?

[K.M.] Yep, Ivan, no last name.

-End of extract-

Lord Shaxx was having what some would call a shitty day. First, he hadn't been able to grab any sleep last night with the Crucible's tournament organisation. Then, he had to check on the recruit's training program, which did NOT guarantee a restful day. However, if his day had limited itself to these minor issues, he would have carried on as usual. But no, the training session HAD to go wrong. And now, he was in his private office, looking down on the source of his problems, a young boy, barely thirteen years old. The boy was looking everywhere but at the hulking figure in front of him. He had messy brown hair, pale skin and vibrant green eyes. His Hunter trainee uniform, originally grey, and his hands, were splattered with blood.

Shaxx let out a sigh and opened a file in front of him. "It says here that your name is Ivan. Is this right?" The boy finally looks up and slowly nods. "Do you have any last name?" Negative. Shaxx sighs again. "Why did you start hitting that boy?" Ivan looks down again. "If you don't tell me, I won't be able to help you." Silence, then a small, raspy voice speaks up. "He called me slum boy." Shaxx folds his hands. "Is that all?" Ivan scowls. "He also said that I had nothing to do here at the Tower." "So you chose to beat him up?" Ivan looks up to Shaxx, mouth set in a thin line. "That's all I know. That's how it was always done: someone insults you, you take action." Shaxx sighs again and rests back into his chair. "You do realise you almost killed him?" Something lights in Ivan's eyes. "So what?" Shaxx gulps as he feels something coming from the boy in front of him. An aura of pure, cold blooded brutality. "Let's make a deal alright? From now on, I'll be the one training you, personally. In exchange, you will take anger management sessions and learn to control yourself, okay?" Ivan doesn't respond. He is still looking at his feet. "Okay. But if anybody ever says anything about me…" "Don't worry, I'll make sure nobody does. So, do we have a deal?" Shaxx holds out his hand, after a few moments, Ivan takes it and gives as firm a shake as he can.

Years later

The first thing you feel is the cold, then slowly, each one of your limbs wakes up and along with it excruciating pain. You try to cry out but the only sound that comes out is a gurgle. "Guardian? Eyes up guardian." A female voice. You hear it just in front of you. You try to open your eyes. Bad idea. The light blinds you. "Take it easy Guardian, you've been asleep for a long time". "A long time, what does she means?" You blink a few times and start to see your surroundings more clearly. Rusted forms as far as you can see, a giant wall in the distance and… what's that thing in front of you? The pain is still here but not as bad as earlier. You try to speak again. "Wh- Whe- Where am I?" The, robot? in front of you twirls. "The Cosmodrome in Old Russia." You hear cries in the distance. The robot turns towards the source of the cry and back to you. "Better not stay here, Fallen activity has dropped in the last few months but they're still there and they don't sound too happy. Can you move?" Slowly, you try to get up, immediately the world starts to spin and you have to hold onto a car to stay upright. You try to breathe as deeply as you can and slowly, your vision stops swimming and you nod to the little robot. "Good. Let's move." It starts to float towards the wall and you try to follow her. You walk in silence for some time before you try to speak again. "Wha- What are you?" The robot turns to you. "I'm a GhostGhost. In fact, I am YOUR Ghost." "What's your-" You gulp. "Your name?" The automaton twirls again. "I don't actually have a name. Until we find a Guardian, we're just called Ghosts."Silence comes again for a moment till they both pass a door, ripped off from its hinges. "But didn't you ever want to have one? A name, I mean." "It's not as simple as that, until we find and are linked to a Guardian -others like you- we are simply robots. You are supposed to name me." Right before answering, a flash goes through his mind. A sigil, painted in black along with a word ringing inside his head, ominous and somber: "You-are-death!"

The newly-born Guardian stumbled as the memory flashed through his mind. The floating drone quickly moved to support him. "Are you all right?!" He shakes his head. "Yeah, I just- I think I just remembered something." "What is it?" "My name… it's…" the Guardian thinks about it for a bit. "Shin." He lets the name roll off his tongue, it's got a nice ring to it, but the memory still burns bright in his head. "Shin-Death. What does it mean? Where did it come from…? Nah, I'll see about this later, right now, better try to get out of here." More growls are heard, they're closer now. "We have to hurry, the House of Devils still have a strong enclave in the Cosmodrome." Shin breaks into a jog, entering the depths of the Wall. While he runs, he still wonders, "What the heck is happening to me?"

So yep, I'm not dead, just... work i suppose? Anyway, Vigilante is on a hiatus until I can find a way to finish the * #$ chapter on which I've been working on for the last three months...

Anyway, Destiny! I freaking loved that game and I am actually sad that it's considered to be clinically dead -not to the point of crying of course, *quietly gets into a corner and cries* but that's not the point. Since the beginning, I've been fascinated by Destiny's lore and the potential in it, (actually, a lot of my knowledge about it comes from the very wise and ohmygodhisvoice! MynameisByf in front of whom we all kneel for he is the lore master... nah jk :P. I do like him though) and thus began this idea.

This will be D2 centric and D1 history will be seen mainly through flashbacks and while it will follow the Red Campaign or at least the beginning of it, I'm going to re-write a lot of it, to see what would have happened if the conflict lasted longer and had more battles in it -God I love the idea of just hundreds of Guardians banding together and marching into battle!-

There WILL be a shit-ton of OCs, but the story will focus on just two of them, Shin, who is the one up here, and another whom we will see later on hehehe...

Anyways, that's all for today,

See y'all later my lovelies!

-Dragon