I've been gone. A while now. I lost all inspiration to write and hit a huge slump. But then Forsaken was announced and I began writing a lot. Mainly self contained short stories, but now I'm ready to begin anew. So here's what you need to know...

I do not currently have plans to continue my other stories. Queens Fall for example, I have plans for multiple chapters but no inspiration and I haven't played the game in months.

I'm skipping over a lot of Destiny 2 Year 1 and Destiny 1 content. However there will be moments that call back to these, including the opening of this chapter, which was originally created on Destiny RP Amino and I adapted for here. The 'story' told by Ghost near the end is the lore tab for The Right Choice, the Ghost shell unlocked in Solstice of Heroes, adapted into the first person. Lore tabs will be used as story elements throughout the story as a whole.


Stories spread, far and wide, to the small remnants of humanity outside of the Last City. To the Guardian outposts across Sol. To the Awoken in the Reef.

The stories told of a hero. One who had slain something dark and immense in the heart of the Black Garden.

The Last City, a small bar

"Th... This one... This one is to... An... Angler!"

The blonde Hunter chuckled as she looked up at the obviously drunk Awoken, one of the two who she had aided against Valus Tu'arc.

"She... She... Killed a big black blob of death!"

Not wanting her friend to embarass herself she stood up and raised her drink.

"Thanks for the... Uh... Kind words... But uh... The battle was a bit more than shooting a black blob."

The Hunter blushed awkwardly as she told the tale, trying to sound humble.


Months passed. In time the stories of a Hunter who slayed Crota in the depths of the Moon, worked with the Awoken Queen to capture and later execute Skolas.

The Last City, The Tower

"Angie... Pssst..."

Cayde called the Hunter over quietly and extremely suspiciously.

"What is it Cay-"

She was cut off by the Hunter Vanguard grabbing her arm and walking outside, Zavala and Ikora too invested in a conversation about some past event.

The Vanguard walked with Angela to a solitary corner to talk.

"Me. You. Cupcakes. Now."

Angela raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as Cayde groaned and elaborated.

"Someone baked some cupcakes to celebrate Shaxx anniversary for the Crucible. Well I had the idea to steal them with my favourite Hun-"

"I'm in."


The reports came in quickly. The Awoken had been defeated. Queen Mara Sov was dead. Oryx, the Taken King, was in Sol, seeking revenge for the life of his son Crota.

She sat in the Dreadnought, watching some Hive and Cabal fighting. She had no reaction, her face was a blank, emotionless slate.

Inside she was terrified.

She had been the one to wield the sword used to slay Crota. She was the one who brought this threat here. She-

"Guardian? We can't sit here all day... We have to investigate..."

She stood up, unholstered her replica Ace of Spades and said simply.

"Lets do it then."

Without another word she patrolled, the image of the slain Taken King haunting her every move. The horrific hallucination of the Earth being a Blight in the corner of her eyes. The praise she was forced to take for fixing her own mistakes lost to her ears.


Years passed. The Hunters legacy grew exponentially. Then, during a time of crisis, when the last of the Iron Lords, Saladin left his watch, she became the first of the new Iron Lords. Forging her own special Iron Gjallarhorn, she began a new chapter in her life.

Felwinter's Peak, Iron Temple

Atop Felwinter's Peak she stood. A soft smile on her face as she looked across the land.

"Guardian?"

Her Ghost asked quizically, a celebratory shell on him and celebratory armour on herself. For the first time in years she had shed her weapons to relax, a small sidearm as her sole weapon.

"Hmm? Whats up?"

She smiled down at the machine as she took the helmet in hand to inspect it.

"We've been given a small task. There is apparently an anomaly near Mount Esja. Shouldn't be too hard, and we can return for the parade and a debrief after."

Angela nodded, putting on her helmet as she was transmatted into the ship.


She was absent during the initial Cabal assault. Who knows, if she had arrived at the City sooner, would Ghaul have been triumphant?

"How do we come back from this...?"


She was there to meet the exiled legend and defeat Panoptes. She may not have been the one to decode all the Lost Prophecy verses, but she decoded the one that mattered most.

She retrieved the Perfect Paradox.

The Last City, The New Tower

"Its a beautiful weapon Guardian."

The Ghost floated around the Hunter and her newfound weapon.

"Thanks... I can't help but wonder how Saint could have designed this?"

"He didn't. He always said it was gifted to him by a legendary Hunter."

Angela nodded and smiled softly, admiring the Perfect Paradox she held.


She was called to Mars. A journey to slay a God. A Worm God, one of the five, began with a simple request for help.

She worked, not just with the returned Bray, but the Titan Vanguard and even a Warmind itself. Rasputin. With these forces behind her and a javelin in hand, Xol, Will of Thousands, was dead.

In time she proved herself further, earning revered weaponry such as Ana's Polaris Lance, the Sleeper Simulant and an armour set from Rasputin earned by enacting the Escalation Protocol.

However Xol returned in... A new form. A Whisper. A reformed version of a weapon once feared and revered. The Black Hammer returned as the Whisper of the Worm...

The Last City, The New Tower

"Guardian, whatever you went through on Io, I'm sure it was worth it. But now we have to turn our focus elsewhere. I'm requesting you and your... Clanmates to go to Titan. Sloane is looking into the dissapearance of one of her fireteams."

Angela nodded at the Awoken Commander, the Whisper on her back yearning to be fed, quickly transmatting to her ship and requesting help from her clanmates. A Hunter and Warlock responded.


It wasn't long before the anniversary of so much came around again. A year since the Cabal attack. Another year since the City walls stood strong.

She worked hard. Relived memories. She proved herself worthy and was proud of her achievements.

The Last City, A parade in the streets

Her Ghost spoke quietly of his memories of the day he found Angela after Ghaul's attack.

"The Light was gone.
I drifted in and out of… something, and saw a ship hanging from guidewires in a Cosmodrome warehouse. Fields of flowers amid alien canals, stretching to the horizon.
I realized he was muttering. "I have to find… my Guardian."
Where had I said that before? My own voice answered him. Confident, and in control. "We don't know what they look like. Not on the outside, anyway."
I was beneath a bridge now, somehow. Cabal searchlights lit the puddles on either side. I didn't want to look at what was under the surface.
"On the inside. I'd always known who you were." I blinked. I wished he could cry. "Together, we could be something… more." It started raining again.
Drift. A masked woman with black tears streaming down her face.
"Everything we've seen."
Drift. Red braids of nanotechnology around the throats of angry scavengers.
"Everything we've done."
The Cabal continued their grim work, and the last safe place on Earth cracked beneath their booted heels.
"I made the right choice."
I opened his shell to cast back the darkness. I was alone.
And in the night beyond, the rain came down."

Tears had built up in her eyes by then. Angela could barely imagine the torture her Ghost experienced.

"And... Then you found me... Again."

The small machine moved up and down, to imitate nodding.

"And then I found you."