Part 2

As she fell into the abyss the expected it to end with a sickening splatter. Instead the green light slowed her till she came to rest standing on the ground. Surrounding her were the glowing eyes of several knights. They didn't shoot but kept their boomers leveled on her head. A sharp jab in her back told her it was time to start moving. She stepped forward, her foot slipping a bit on a few loose rocks.

The knights followed her and led her towards the bright light that signified the completion of the runic bridge. When she arrived at the start of the bridge hundreds of hive acolytes, thrall, knights, and wizards stretched back into the darkness. All were kneeling as if they were praying. In the middle of the summoning plate was the strange white knight she'd seen in her visions. It was standing and stared directly at her with cold and piercing green eyes. The knights pushed her again and she kept walking till she stood before it. The air was much cooler around it, as if the darkness that empowered the creature had reached out and enveloped her. She gripped the handle of the gun and readied to draw the weapon. The knights behind and to the sides of her stepped back and assumed the kneeling position all the other hive had taken.

The white knight before her stared for a moment before it also kneeled towards her.

Ivara was bewildered, the hive knelt before her as if she was Oryx himself. The chant from her visions began once again but now instead of simply trembling, her arm began to twitch. The darkness that enveloped the pit began to glow bright green with hive magic. She couldn't help but stare in awe and the green trails of light that danced above her head.

A strand of green broke from overhead and flew towards her with great speed. As it hit her she felt it meld with her own light. Her skin began to burn as more and more energy fused with her light.

Her arm began to crack and fall to pieces as the light kept hitting her. Soon she was left in the clothing she wore under the armor but it was torn with white chiton protruding through the tears. She could feel her skin changing in places where the chiton formed from her bone.

She let out a shriek of pain as her temples began to crack and shift as white twisted horns pushed out of her skin. The horns curled back slightly and were about as big around as a strange coin. Her body aches and trembled as the hive energy kept fusing with her own light. Her ghosts own screams drowned out all other noise in her head. Her fingers became sharp claws about the same length and size of normal fingers. The light in the room began to die back to darkness. She lay in a heap of the cold stone floor. Her chest was rising and falling with deep gasps for air.

I side her head thundered the voices of all the hive on the moon. One voice stood out the most, she assumed it to be the of the white knight's.

"Rathulan, can you hear them? The servants of your will. Rathulan, do you feel their strength? They follow you, Rathulan." The voice called out to her.

Ivara, now dubbed Rathulan, pushes her self onto her chiton covered hands and her fleshy knees. Her hair was now glowing green and fell around the sides of her head, blocking her vision to her sides. She didn't need to see anymore. Through her eyes the Hive could see and through theirs so could she. She leaned back upon her knees and stared up to the Hellmouth. The Earth was directly over head. A white dot, the Traveler, stood out on the planet she once called home. She let out a shriek that cut off the many voices of the hive that thundered within her head.

With a decent struggle she managed to stand though all the bones in her body burned and creaked, still unaccustomed to their new position and shaped. She turned to the white knight that knelt before her. She clenched her fists and her bones popped sending a sharp pain through her arms.

"What, what did you do to me?!" She demanded with anger burning in her voice.

"We have turned you into the banished god, Rathulan." It replied in her head. All the other voices had quieted down to mere murmurs.

"Why me? Why a Guardian?" She questioned further.

"We need a leader. One that can make peace with the Guardians." It replied flatly keeping its eyes down towards the stony floor.

Ivara felt her legs wobble beneath her before she fell to the ground, unable to hold herself up on her own anymore. She needed rest and she knew it. A faint voice in her head called to her. 'Ivara, we need to rest. I can't feel much of the Traveler's light here.' She recognized her ghosts distorted voice and was thrilled that it was still alive. She felt her eyes shut and the voices fade away.

A.N: So I'm really excited about this chapter/part of the story. It will take me longer to put out chapters now that school is in full swing but I hope to put out 2 more before Thanksgiving break. During thanksgiving break I will try and put out 2 if not 3 more chapters. I hope you enjoy!