Metalhaven was like almost any other village outside of the walls. Small, made of scrap metal or wood, with the strongest materials they could find made into walls. We guardians tried our hardest to protect these settlements far away from the city, some even going as far as to move into them and build their own house.

"Let's find the chief, Winter." Boreas announced quietly, appearing next to me in his physical form.

"Well, he shouldn't be too hard to find." I chuckled, remembering the massive titan who became the village leader. He stood many feet taller than me, and had to weigh a ton.

A few guardians lived in Metalhaven, as it was a larger than normal settlement, although I didn't know any of them personally, not even their chief. The Speaker seemed to be on good terms with him though, and that was enough for me.

"The man I am sending you to is an old friend of mine. You can trust him as much as you can trust me, Winter. Though, to you he may seem a bit…outspoken. His name is Drostan."

"You never pay attention, do you?" Boreas interrupted my thoughts as a large, red headed man made his way towards me.

"Ah!" he began, in a thick Scottish accent. "I see yer back lass! I hope it all went well!"

I simply nodded at the man, and crossed my arms. I had never talked to many guardians, and wasn't very use to making conversation. I just thought it was awkward. Few others had heard my voice, including the Speaker and Boreas. It's not that I didn't like talking to people; it is more or less that I have little to say.

"I see!" He chuckled, motioning at my newly acquired swords. "Quite a trophy ya got there! Yer ship is re-fueled and ready to go whenever you are. The Speaker has yer pay." He smiled and waved, walking brusquely away to another person shouting for him.

"Cheery guy. Good to see that out here." Boreas announced in my head as I looked around the village. I liked Metalhaven, it was a nice little harbor in this ocean of metal. It was safe, and protected, and cities like this would be our best foothold in the wilds; a step towards taking back the rest of earth.

"Yeah, it must be hard to keep spirits up out here in the wilds though." I responded, heading towards my ship.

"So what are we going to do back at the tower?" my little ghost asked, tilting himself.

"You know, it's adorable when you do that." I teased, poking his shell.

"Hey! I'm not adorable! I'm an incredibly powerful being of light!"

I rolled my eyes and smirked, motioning for him to follow me. It was time to go home, and luckily the flight would only take a few minutes.

"Winter. Listen." Boreas whispered quickly, sounding alarmed. My head whipped around and I whipped my auto-rifle off of my back, dropping to a knee and inspecting my surroundings. I knew the tone he took all too well, and I learned quickly never to ignore his warnings.

"I've received a message from Drostan's ghost. It seems a large force is amassing at the main gate. We should get over there, now." I nodded as Boreas relayed his message, and made my way to the main gate.

People were curiously poking their heads out of houses and shops as I made my way down the main street, wondering what was going on. A few guardians walked with me to the large metal gate, holding an assortment of weapons.

"They must have been warned as well." Boreas said quietly as we took in the scene.

"Winter. Yah need tah get up here lass, it's important." Drostan announced into my helmet's com. I made my way to the platform the colossus of a man was standing on and took a look.

"Wow." Boreas uttered quietly.

"Yah took the words righ' out of me mouth." Drostan spoke, checking his weapon's clip.

An ocean of fallen were standing before me, waiting, fidgeting in place. They weren't attacking, and this bothered me a little. It meant that they had another reason besides massacring the village, if they didn't plan on it already. In the very front of the army stood a massive Fallen Kell, the leader of the house of Constraint.

"You see him too? He's looking right at you, you know." My ghost whispered worriedly. The Kell motioned for me to come down to him, putting his large shrapnel gun on his back.

"It seems he wants a talk with ye lass. You can count on the rest of us to be watchin' yer back." The chief announced quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. I could only assume that he too had experienced the strange traits of this house of Fallen.

I nodded to him, made my way down the stairs, and stood in front of the heavy metal gate as it was being lowered, the Kell's eyes locked with mine as soon as his head appeared.

"This is SUCH a bad idea." Boreas disproved, "But I'm not going anywhere if you aren't. Let's find out what's up."

(I'm sorry it's a shorter chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed! I'll try to update quicker, and, eventually Jakus and I will have our updates at regular times instead of this chaos. We will also be aiming for longer chapters as well. Anyways, please review!)