Hey guys! Another rather short one I'm afraid, but I hope it will be a fairly good one for you all.
Also, I'm moving my update dates to Fridays and Mondays. Now let me explain. I'm a senior in High School, so a lot of my time is spent trying to keep up on school work, and a LOT of my free time is spent playing Destiny with my boyfriend. So, while I have a lot of experience with the game and its story so far, I find myself short on time to write, hence the short and sometimes shittily written chapters.
So, instead of one deadline per week, I have two. So, say I miss the Friday one next week. I'll have the weekend to write as much as possible and post the chapter on Monday instead. It shouldn't be too confusing or difficult, seeing as I have the outline of each of the new chapters written out in a notebook that I own. xD
Anyway. As for OC updates, I'm constructing a list still of candidates, but I still need two Villains that would be the Warlocks friends/team looking for revenge. MUAHAHAHHA but no. I need evil OCs big time. Otherwise I'll use some of the ones I have now and your OC might be a bad guy, regardless of if you care or not.
Finally, I hope you all enjoy the short chapter! Hoping they'll get longer in the future! Peace!
"Teira, your shoulder hasn't had a chance to heal yet, and you're already planning another trip?"
Teira rolled her eyes and sighed as her mother scolded her yet again. "Mom my shoulder's not that bad, and yes, I didn't find any loot yesterday so I need to make up for that. Anyway, shouldn't you be getting ready for your flight?"
"Yes.. Caitlyn and the others really need me. I'm sorry Teira, I'll be back within a week and if something happens, you'll be the first to know. Okay?"
"I know mom. Tell them all I said hi, will you?"
Her mother gave a nod and turned to finish packing her bags. The house had recieved a call earlier that morning, and it had been a group of scientists that were stationed up on the moon. Her mother had been the head of said team before she retired after Brandon was born. Apparently the had found something big, and wanted her mother to attend and help study what they had found.
She had no problem with her mother leaving. After all, the woman loved what she did with that group, and Seraph promised to play baby-sitter for the week anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.
Right?
Teira shook her head and scoffed quietly. There were more important matters at hand, like the Captain she had vowed to locate once again.
It had been three days since the Warlock had been killed, and there was still no word on his revival, so she assumed he was dead for good. She had also sent Seraph out to search for the Captain, however her friend always returned with no sightings of a wounded Fallen Captain. There were always plenty of Dregs or Vandals, but no Captains. She was always disappointed when that news came, yet she couldn't figure out why. Seraph said that she might have wanted to repay him for saving her, she just didn't know how.
But no. She knew that wasn't the real reason. If she could just communicate with the Fallen, create some type of alliance and help rebuild what had been destroyed by the pointless war, then nobody would have to live in fear of an attack on the city. The people wouldn't have to be confined to the one city. Life for humanity could be happier again!
That was her goal at least.
She let out a frustrated sigh and crossed out another part of her map of Russia. All that remained was to search around the skywatch and airplane graveyard.
"He has to be there..." She hissed as she heard the front door open and her mother greeting Seraph.
"Hello Ma'am." He would reply as usual. "Teira told me that you were leaving for an extended amount of time. You needn't worry. She'll be in safe hands."
"I know. Try not to let her get into anymore trouble while I'm away, Seraph. That girl is up to something in that room of hers." Her mother sighed. "Anyway, I'm off. My flight is departing in a couple hours."
"Understood Ma'am. Have a safe trip."
The front door closed, and Teira stayed hovered over her map. She didn't need to look up to tell that her friend was standing in the doorway. She sighed through her nose and rolled up her map.
"You think we'll find him soon, Seraph?" She asked.
"I don't know. I still don't know why it's so important. It's just a Fallen." The Exo scoffed.
"He saved my life, Seraph. And if we can forge an alliance with the House of Kings... We would have the strongest House on our side! This war with the Fallen might as well be over if we can just talk to them." Teira grumbled.
"Teira, do you honestly think they'll even listen?"
She paused, remembering when she told Seraph of what really happened. He was shocked, to say the least. Then she got a scolding from him for not telling the truth straight away, but he promised not to tell her mother.
"I don't know, Seraph." She glanced up at him. "But I feel like we have to try at least."
He folded his arms and leaned in the door frame. She knew that look. So she stood and crossed her arms as well.
"I'm going out with you tomorrow." She stated.
"Your shoulder hasn't healed."
"I don't care."
"Teira-"
"I'm going."
The Exo huffed and unfolded his arms. "You're damn stubborn. Fine. But no physical work for you. And no wandering off either." He ordered.
She gave a nod. "Tomorrow it is then. Now, what's for dinner?"
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"Erunan. The Kell wishes to speak with you."
Erunan growled and lifted his head groggily. One of the Kell's guard, Kalyvaaz, stood in front of him, arms crossed and standing tall. He stood up slowly and swayed a bit. His wounds had yet to heal fully and he had the feeling that his shoulder that was shot with a gun had the telltale signs of infection, if the light fever he experienced the day before had been anything to go by.
"What does he want?"
"A council with you and the Guard. Something is happening, and we feel like you might have something to do with it."
"Right. Let's not waste time then."
Kalyvaaz nodded and turned to lead the way to the Kell's den. Erunan had been friends with the guard in the past. This was long forgotten after his friend was added to the Guard. Erunan eyed the four holsters that each held a powerful hand cannon. The guard also wore the helmet of a long-dead Titan and had slightly bulkier armor than that of other guards. He had a talent that none other could master: He was a slayer of Guardians. None could get near him without being detected and they were dead before they even hit the ground. The only thing left behind were four smoking bullet holes in their chests.
"What is happening, Kal?"
The guard was silent for a moment. "...The Warlock that had been slain three cycles ago. The body had not been disposed of, nothing has moved it, yet it has vanished."
"Is that not common with Guardians-"
"It's Ghost still remains in the spot where it was killed. We are unsure as of why, however the Kell want's answers that do not pertain to this. I cannot say more." Kalyvaaz growled.
Erunan fell silent. Guardians were never separated from their little contraptions called Ghosts. It was what tied them to the Traveler and its light. It was their life source. This was something to cause some concern in the Captain. He remembered that the behavior of the Warlock had been dark at best. Most Guardians simply killed and left the bodies to lay in peace, but not him. He was simply evil. This was unheard of.
It wasn't until they reached the doors that led to the throne room that he realized he'd been lost in thought. The doors were pushed open by Kalyvaaz and Erunan was only slightly surprised to see the entire guard standing in the room. His old friend certainly did not lie when he said the entire guard would be there.
He was led into the middle of the room and stopped to let Kalyvaaz take his place among his ranks. He almost felt like he was being tried for a crime with the way the whispers died down to a still silence, and they waited for the Kell to speak.
"Captain Erunan. I do hope your wounds are not bothering you."
Erunan tensed. The Kell spoke with a tone that betrayed the words he spoke. He watched as their leader rose from his seat. A moment passed, and Erunan could not hold his words any longer.
"My Lord. What do you require of me?" He asked carefully.
The Kell stared at him, eyes narrowed. "The Warlock that had been terrorizing our House was killed three cycles ago. This Guardian had slain your brothers in arms with ease. Sixteen Captains fell to his blood-stained hands, yet you... You live after encountering the Warlock and the murderer lies dead. What makes you so different from the others?"
Erunan's breath caught. The Kell was suspicious because the Warlock hadn't killed him? He wondered if he should lie to his leader. Could he? Moments passed and Erunan still went without answering his Kell.
"Have you lost your Tongue, Captain?" He sneered.
"Someone came to my aid, my Lord." Erunan finally answered. "They distracted the Guardian long enough for me to kill him."
"You companion did not die, as there were no other bodies. And no other Fallen in this entire House has confessed to helping you survive. So that leaves one other option."
Erunan recoiled as some of the Guard began to snarl the word 'traitor' into the room.
"You had to have worked with the enemy." The Kell accused. "And you let them leave with their life. What say you?"
The Captain took a step back nervously. "She stopped the Warlock from torturing and killing me-"
"So you felt honor-bound to let her go? Do you confess then? Are you a traitor?"
"My loyalty lies with you, my Lord! The human means nothing to me now, and she would die without hesitation from me if I ever saw her again!" Erunan retorted.
"Then hunt her. Bring her to me, alive, so that she may see her error in aiding the enemy."
The Kell turned and fell back into his throne. His upper left arm supported his head as he leaned on it. Two guards stepped forward with the wave of the Kell's hand and stomped toward the disgruntled Captain menacingly. Erunan took a step back and snarled at them as they reached to detain him.
"Oh, and one more thing, Captain..." The Kell began.
Erunan glared at the leader of the House of Kings.
"You have one seven-cycle. Otherwise, you will be hunted and killed by my most skilled hunter, Kalyvaaz."
The Captains eyes flicked to his old friend, and the guard turned his head away in silent shame, refusing to look at the betrayed face of his former friend and comrade.