Disclaimer: I do not own Destiny, Bungie does.

So, I've been sucked back into the universe of Destiny, with all the beautiful and amazing lore behind it! (Thank you Byf for all of the amazing lore videos)

Ever since I played Forsaken, this story has been on my mind. Essentially, the story of my character. An Exo I named Cypher. This chapter will serve as a small prologue, and dig a little into both the deeper lore of Destiny, and the relationships Cypher has with certain characters.

Hope you enjoy!

~DTD~

It's always the same field.

I'm always walking down an open field, towards this tall tower. No, not the Tower, but a different one. This tower is dark, and a warm wind gently blows behind me. I never understood why I'm going to this tower, I just am.

Its's calm, quiet. It always is.

At least, it's quiet for a little while.

Before I know it, waves upon waves of people start to fight me. Me against everyone else. For the most part, I don't fully know these people. Faces I don't fully recognize. Sometimes I think I've seen a person within the streets of the City on my patrols, or another Awoken I fought against in the Crucible. Some don't even look they belong in this time period, as if they were from a time long before I 'awoke' as a Guardian.

But then, there are the few faces I do know. And they always hurt to see.

I can never try and talk them down, or even try to run. My body always acts on its own, throwing punches or pulling the trigger of a gun before I can even think. And then it's on to the next one. All for the sole purpose of making it to that damned tower.

From the few times I've written down the experience of the dream, of the Deep Stone Crypt, I can say for sure that I would never fight these people, even if my life depended on it.

I've seen Ikora, who despite being the Warlock vanguard and even though I'm a Hunter, has become the closest thing to a Mother figure to me. Being an Exo, I don't really have any real parents. Or at least, I don't think so…

I see Cayde, my mentor and my friend. The one I'd eat ramen with after a particularly difficult patrol. The one I'd always lose to poker to. It honours me to know that I'm one of the closest friends to him.

And then…there's Petra.

Petra…is someone I can't fully describe. Throughout the uprising of the House of Wolves and the Taken War, her and I got close through many visits to the Vestian Outpost. Eventually, we became close friends. And eventually, I came to realize that…

I didn't want to be just friends.

It's almost ironic to think about. A machine built for war, falling in love. Sad, isn't it? But, from the few entries I have, it's always hard to think about. The pages are always crumpled, as if I had a hard time controlling my emotions before I end up forgetting about the dream for the time being.

I guess it's because I do have a hard time.

Huh, it's kind of funny to think about.

The slayer of the Black Garden, the one who defeated Atheon, and brought down the Hive gods Crota and Oryx, the one who won the Red War, always failing to reach this tower.

Sigh…I have a feeling that this dream of mine…is some sort of warning.

~DTD~

It's a warm sunny day, and I leaned against a wall in the tower as I sat, intending to catch a few minutes of shut-eye. I shut my eyes, letting out a small sigh. Soon, I hear a few footsteps coming my way.

"Hey, Cypher! Got a request from our favourite Queen's Guard, wanna come with?"

I looked up from a little bench in the Tower to see Cayde standing in front of me, his trusty handcannon on his hips. His face is set in a little smirk, he knows exactly how I feel.

"Cayde, I've told you before," I sigh tiredly, "if I ever say no to a mission with either you or Petra, you are to bring me to Banshee and get my head fixed."

He lets out a small chuckle, fixing his hood slightly. "Ah, it never hurts to hear a little bit of confirmation!" He waves his hand, beckoning me to follow him. With a small grunt, I push myself up from my small spot of relaxation and walk along side him. "There seems to be a small prison riot at the Prison of Elders, and she needs our help to…shall we say, 'calm the masses?'"

I snort. "By small, do you mean the whole prison is up in arms?" He nods his head, smiling widely.

"Ah Cy, you know me all too well! Now gear up, we're leaving in an hour." He leaves me at the junction between the Hangar and the Courtyard of the tower.

"Hey, Cayde!" I call out to him before he gets too far. He stops, and turns to me, a curious look on his face. "Did you at least tell Ikora or Zavala?" His grin grows, and he shrugs in the casual way he always does.

"I left a note, and don't worry, you have written permission from me to come with, so don't go worrying that Mama Ikora is gonna be upset." I shake my head, and wave him off.

Well, once more unto the fray. Shouldn't be too bad, right?

~DTD~

Oh Cypher, if only you knew…

And, prologue done! This story will follow Forsaken pretty closely, but there will be some of my own parts! And, like always, there will be a ship! I know, curse me for being a hopeless romantic.

For my followers waiting on my other stories, don't worry! They're coming, but I wanna focus on this.

See you next chapter!

-Hoodini