Hello everybody, welcome back. We're swinging into chapter three. I'd say it's time for Luz to get more acquainted with the world she's been dragged into. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 3: New Places, New Faces

"The Future War Cult believes that more direct measures must be taken before the situation escalates to acts of terrorism." - Lakshmi-2 speaking to the Consensus on the situation with House Light

It felt good waking up at a reasonable hour. Luz stretched as she looked at her clock—half past seven. Perhaps a tad on the early side, but it was practically heaven compared to what she had become used to. Luz did not win the competition with Royal yesterday.

On the contrary, she lost considerably. But as a reward for her hard work and to help ease her mental state, Royal had given her the day off. She could spend it as she wished. Now, she only needed to find out what she wanted to do.

Rolling out of bed, she opened one of the drawers in her desk and pulled out the collection of items she had been buried with. She tapped the phone against her palm. She could finally make some headway on that. First, she would need to figure out how. She thought over who she could ask. Royal was out on patrol, so he wasn't an option. Banshee was more versed in guns, so she didn't want to waste his time with something he might not be familiar with. Lastly, Malek was… actually, she had no idea where Malek was. She counted off on her fingers, realizing that was everyone she knew.

She needed more friends.

"Aurora, think you can take a crack at this?" She asked. Her Ghost circled her head, shining a beam onto the phone as Luz set it on the table and picked up the notebook. She cracked it open and flipped to the first page. Surprisingly, the print was still legible, and the paper was of surprisingly good quality. Fortunately, her ability to read was still intact.

Hello me. If you're reading this, then we died. Don't worry, we got better, I assume. It would be really awkward if we didn't and some random grave robber picked this up. But I'm getting off-topic. I decided to start recording anything and everything we might need to know should we become a Guardian. It's like Royal told us; "A Warlock armed with knowledge is never outmatched." I hope we get to see him again.

Luz continued to read, devouring everything the book held as Aurora continued to work on the phone. She was learning a lot about herself and could start matching names to faces by cross-referencing descriptions with the photos she had so graciously provided herself. There were even a few sketches of surprising quality, primarily portraits. She was pulled from the pages by Aurora letting out a frustrated groan.

"I can't get it to work. It's all worn out and probably needs to be completely rebuilt," the Ghost said. Luz propped her hand up on her chin.

"Maybe someone in the city can help us?" She proposed.

"It's possible," Aurora began, "but we'd need a really good cryptarch, and you don't have that kind of money right now." Luz let out an aggravated groan and leaned back in her chair. Aurora contemplated for a second before letting out a beep. "Why don't we head down there anyway?"

"I thought you said we wouldn't find anything?"

"Who knows," Aurora gave a motion similar to a shrug, "we might get lucky. And even if we don't, it'll be a good experience for you. We can tour the city, see the sights, meet some of the people you protect, and maybe even get you some ramen." Luz weighed it up for a second before shrugging. It's not like she had anything else to do.

"Girl's day in the city," she said. "Sounds like a plan." Aurora let out a cheerful chirp. Luz pocketed the phone before they departed. The transport ride to the city was long and uncomfortable. Luz was surrounded by Lightless civilian contractors who eyed her Warlock bond and chatted with each other. She could feel their eyes on her. They were in awe but didn't dare to approach the Guardian. Aurora, bless her soul, did what she could to keep Luz in a cheery mood. The ship touched down with a soft rumble, and people began to file out. Luz stepped out of the ship and was instantly hit with complete sensory overload. The sounds of the city were overwhelming as thousands of people walked, drove, flew, and shouted. Blaring horns and flashing lights left Luz with nothing to focus on. At least the air was clean. It was a small mercy, but a mercy nonetheless. Aurora flew before Luz, drawing her attention as she transmatted the woman's helmet. The deafening chaos of the city died away, the sound muffled by her helmet's audio system.

"It can be a bit much to take in all at once," Aurora said. "But, this is it. The Last City. All that's left of Humanity. More or less, anyway."

Luz shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Where too first?" Aurora chirped and began to guide her Guardian through the city streets. People would turn to look at her as she passed, whispering to each other about their protectors. Luz was caught off guard when a small child ran up to her, a grin plastered on her face. She couldn't have been older than four.

"Hello, Miss Guardian. Can you sign this, please?" She asked cheerily, holding out a pen and paper. Luz looked down at them, taken aback. Her gaze darted around for the kids' parents, only to see them watching not far away. Luz steeled herself and kneeled to the young girl's level.

"Of course," she said, accepting the paper and writing instrument. She signed it with her name and added a brief pun, just something cheesy about lighting up the day. She returned it to the girl, who accepted it with an adorable thanks.

"Can you show me your Light?" She asked excitedly. At first, Luz was hesitant, trying to stammer out an excuse. The girl's expression turned downcast with disappointment. Luz hastily tried to course-correct. She took a second to focus, picturing the girl in her mind. She reached out to the Traveler and grasped for a connection. To her shock, she found one, though it was tenuous. She felt her body surge with energy as she flung her hands upward and unleashed a brilliant display of Arc Light. The girl watched with starry eyes as the bolt danced through the air. People passing by stopped to watch. Eventually, Luz let her power die down, carefully exercising what limited control she had. The girl bounced on her heels and clapped.

"Thank you, Miss Guardian!" She hugged Luz's leg, leaving the older woman uncertain about what to do. She elected to pat the girl on the head as her mother walked over. She thanked Luz and escorted her child away. The Guardian waved as they left.

"You're starting to get the hang of it," Aurora said. Luz looked at her hands, trying to charge them with Arc Light again. Tiny sparks crackled between her fingers, but it was nothing like what she had just done. Despite that, she smiled, knowing she had made that girls' day just a little bit better. She let her power fade away and continued onward.

The two searched the city for an artificer, technician, or repair shop that could help them at a decent price. So far, everyone had turned them away, with most having no idea what they could do to help with a defunct piece of pre-Golden Age tech. They stepped out of another store, thanking the shopkeeper for her time.

"No luck," Luz said, leaning against the shop wall as Aurora projected a map of the nearby stores. All of them were marked off. Luz grumbled in frustration. Her stomach joined in, and she realized she hadn't eaten in hours. She patted her stomach, longing for the flavorless rations Royal had her carrying yesterday.

"Sounds like a lunch break is in order," Aurora said. "I know just the place. Fortunately, it isn't too far away." Luz shrugged and accepted the proposal; food sounded lovely right now. True to the Ghost's word, they weren't far away. The two arrived outside a ramen shop of respectable size. It was named The Colonel after the beloved pet of a fallen hero who frequented the restaurant. She stepped inside and was greeted by the chime of a bell. She stood at the entrance momentarily, listening to the chatter and smelling the heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen. A few people clustered around a table, chatting cheerfully and having a good time. They didn't seem to notice her, being far too engrossed in their conversation. Luz found a seat, and a server—a young South-Asian man—quickly approached her. After a moment of deliberation, she placed her order, a medium bowl of spicy ramen. She pulled out a small portion of her meager glimmer reserves, only for the server to hold up a hand.

"A Guardian's first meal is free," he said with a smile. "It's the least we could do." Luz pocketed her glimmer awkwardly, not expecting that. She waited for her food, busying herself by looking out the window. She watched the crowds pass, the city's noise finally settling into a pleasant hum in her mind. People went about their lives, laughing with friends and family. It was a far cry from the haunted ruins and desolate landscapes dominated by aliens that she had grown used to. It was a nice reprieve.

Luz's meal eventually arrived, a bowl of noodles marinated in broth mixed with juicy meat and leafy greens. Steam rose from the food, carrying a simply divine scent to her. Her chopsticks were in her hands before she knew it. She poked at the food momentarily, trying and failing to bring it to her mouth. She was moments away from giving up and lifting the bowl to her face when her server, who had doubtlessly been amused watching her antics, offered her a fork. She accepted with a mildly embarrassed smile. The bell at the door chimed again, and Luz looked over her shoulder to see who entered. She nearly choked on her food as a tall, limber Fallen strode through. The conversation happening across the room ended in an instant. Most of them avoided looking at the Fallen, clearly uncomfortable with their presence. One of them, a burly man who had downed one drink too many, glared at the alien venomously.

"Heya, Eido," the man who had served Luz earlier. "Just the usual today?" The Fallen nodded, her four luminous blue eyes sparkling. She either hadn't noticed the animosity directed at her or was doing an excellent job ignoring it. Luz was betting on the former. She turned back to her food as the Fallen chittered happily.

"That would be lovely," Eido said, pulling out a small pouch of glimmer and setting it on the counter. The server accepted it with a smile and walked into the back to confer with the chef. Eido waited patiently at the counter, her four hands clasped before her.

"Well, lads, we need to find a new place." Luz looked out of the corner of her eye, seeing the drunken man pushing himself out of his seat, glaring at Eido the entire time. Her eyes warily flitted to the knife on his belt. One of his friends halfheartedly tried to call him off, only to be ignored. He pointed an accusing finger at Eido. "I don't wanna give my money to a place that serves Fallen dogs." Eido attempted to reason with him, only for the man to stumble toward her. She backpedaled as he took another step forward. Despite her superior stature and her assailant's inebriated state, she seemed afraid of him. Or, more accurately, afraid of the consequences of defending herself.

Luz clenched her fist as the drunk tried to regain his footing. Her mind flashed back to the Moon. The memory of those Fallen she had killed, who may have had families and just wanted to live, weighed on her. Despite Royal's attempted reassurances, she still felt awful about it. This was her chance to make up for it.

"Hey!" Luz shouted, standing up sharply. "Leave her alone!" The drunk turned to her as his friends blanched at the sight of her.

"Aw look, the thing has a friend," he taunted, slurring his words. He tried to step toward Luz, only for one of his friends to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Marq, she's a Guardian," he hissed. Marq seemed surprised before a look of faux timidity came over him as he noted their height difference. Luz cursed her diminutive stature; Royal would have towered over this man and silenced him.

"Oh, a Guardian," he mocked. "Well, little miss' Defender of Humanity'. Protect me from this alien menace." He pointed toward Eido, who looked as though she would rather be anywhere else right now.

"The only menace I see is you," Luz shot back. "Get out of here." The drunk spat at her feet.

"I'm a paying customer," he said. "I don't have to go anywhere." He began to lumber forward, his arm already coming up to attack. One of his friends grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to dissuade him. He seemed to listen briefly before throwing his friend off and taking a wild swing at Luz. It was a sloppy and uncoordinated strike, nothing like the sparring she had conducted with Royal recently and all those centuries ago.

Luz caught the punch with her right hand and dragged his fist across her chest. The drunk stumbled but somehow managed to maintain his footing. He let out a curse, struggling against the Warlock's grip. His free hand shot to the handle of his knife. Acting without thinking, Luz slammed her left palm into the man's elbow. There was a sickening crunch as the bones shattered. The man let out a blood-curdling scream, his arm now bent at a horrific angle, and Luz let him go. He staggered back, tripping over a chair and falling to the ground. His friends grabbed him and began pulling him away, trying desperately to escape the Guardian's wrath. Luz watched them go, a fierceness in her eyes that shook them to their core.

The server and chef, having long since been attracted by the noise of the confrontation, stepped over to Eido to ensure she was unharmed. Luz looked at her hands, once again surprised by her own strength.

"Are you alright," Aurora asked Eido. The Fallen let out a tense breath and dusted herself off.

"I am not the one who needs to visit the doctor, am I?" She said, trying to ease the tension with a quick joke. Luz half-smiled at it, looking at the damaged furniture from the drunkard's brawling.

"I can pay for this," she offered. The chef waved her off and informed her that they would handle it. Eido was a regular of theirs and a good friend. Luz stepping up to aid her was more than enough payment for them. Eido sat beside Luz and Aurora as the chef delivered her meal. The two introduced themselves and struck up a conversation.

"Why didn't you try to defend yourself?" Luz asked. Eido wove the fingers on her lower hands together.

"There has already been too much violence between our people," she said before taking an experimental sample of her food. Determining that it was still too hot to consume comfortably, she set her chopsticks down. "I have no wish to spill more blood. I understand that my people have taken much from yours. We cannot begin to make amends if we continue to fight within the city's walls."

"That does not mean you just have to sit there and take it," Aurora objected. Eido looked at the two, something resembling a smile evident on her face despite the mask covering most of it.

"But I did not," she said. "Because you were there to help me." She spread her arms, raising her hands to the sky. "The Light provides."

Luz let out a small laugh, "You sound like my mentor."

"Then I think I would very much like to meet him," Eido remarked. Luz's expression fell as she recalled Royal's less-than-stellar opinion on House Light.

"That may not be such a good idea." Eido hummed and blew some steam off her ramen before devouring it with alarming speed. Luz was simultaneously horrified and a little impressed. Eido finished inhaling the meal and gave her compliments to the chef. After a few more pleasantries, she stood to leave.

"Wait," Luz said, holding out her hand as she stood up, "those thugs might be looking for payback. Let me tag along, just to make sure you get home safe." Eido accepted, and the two set off together. Luz found herself on the streets again, now accompanied by her Fallen companion. People still brushed past them, but most seemed to be trying to move around Eido as quickly as possible. They either pointedly looked away or fixed the pair with angry looks. Eido paid them no mind, humming to the tune of The Moon is Made of Cheese. It was a reasonably popular song as of late, with a rather catchy tune.

"So, where exactly do you live?" Luz asked. "I haven't gotten to meet anyone from House Light yet."

"We live out in what the City Consensus refers to as the Fallen Quarters," Eido said. A few insect-like sounds escaped her. It took Luz a second to decipher that they were noises of aggravation.

"Do you not like it?"

"No, that is not it," Eido said. "It is in the ruins of the battle against Insurrection Prime. I suppose you might call it poetic. But we do not appreciate being called 'Fallen.' It is demeaning. We prefer to be called Eliksni. Would you like being called 'Warlords'?" She spoke about the Lightbearing Warlords who had dominated the Dark Ages. It was a shameful chapter of Humanities history. Luz nodded in understanding.

"So, what exactly do you do for House Light?" She asked, changing the subject. Eido's face lit up.

"I am a scribe," she said proudly. "I document our history, preserving it for future generations." She looked a little sheepish, fiddling with her fingers. "My father wanted me to be a Splicer, but I didn't quite take to it."

"A Splicer?" Aurora questioned. Eido nodded.

"Eliksni trained to use the Light through specialized gauntlets. They are adept at working with machines. Our Splicers use their knowledge to help Guardians safely pierce into the Vex Network."

"I've heard about that," Luz said. "Royal—my mentor—forbade me from going there."

Eido fixed her with an interested look. "Your mentor is the Vexbane?"

Luz giggled, "He hates that nickname."

"It appears both of us have mentors with two names," Eido said. "My father, Misraaks, is the Kell of our house and our finest Splicer. Most Humans find his name difficult to pronounce." Luz tried to say it, feeling her tongue tie itself in knots. Eido laughed, a chittering sound full of humor. "You may call him Mithrax. He does not mind." She looked up and realized that they had arrived at their destination. "Perhaps you will get to meet him." Luz followed her new friend inside the Eliksni District. Eido's earlier description probed alarmingly accurate. The buildings had been bombed out, leaving piles of rubble that had likely sat undisturbed for years at this point. A few Eliksni were clearing away the rubble, trying to turn the ruins into something they could live in. A destroyed Spider-Tank was slumped over in the distance, with a few Eliksni picking it apart for usable scrap. Some Eliksni turned to watch as they passed, with a few offering greetings to Eido.

Despite the welcoming words, the air was rife with tension. A closer inspection revealed smashed tanks that leaked their life-giving Ether onto the ground. Graffiti was scrawled on the walls: profane insults and threats. Four figures were huddled in the distance: two Guardians, a tall Eliksni wrapped in a fur cloak, and Lakshmi-2, with Luz barely able to recognize her from the Vanguard's office. Luz and Eido kept their distance, standing just close enough to listen.

"You see what was done!" The Eliksni said, gesturing to the destruction around them. "Our Ether tanks, smashed! Our supplies, stolen! Our home, defaced!" His posture was angry but measured. One of the Guardians, a Titan in silver armor with glowing purple highlights, shrugged his shoulders.

"I cannot find any witnesses," he said. Luz realized that he was the venerable Saint-14, former Titan Vanguard. The Sentinel's tale was legendary; a hero pulled from the clutches of time, saved from the Vex by the machinations of the Guardians. He was an ancient legend in the metaphorical flesh. And he was not a fan of the Eliksni. Beside him, Lakshmi nodded in agreement.

"This is not surprising. The locals have been under enormous pressure. You are lucky it was not worse." The other Guardian, a Hunter wrapped in thick leather with blue cloth, spoke up.

"This kind of division helps no one but the Vex," she said. "You sit on the Consensus, Lakshmi. It is your responsibility to keep things like this from happening." The Exo had the grace to appear a little remorseful.

"Iris, I understand that you are among our most accomplished Guardians, but I fear the intricacies of politics elude you. Perhaps if you spent less time venturing into the frontiers and more time in the city. The people look up to you. It would be more prudent if you remained neutral in the face of this division."

"And it appears the intricacies of decency and duty elude you," Iris shot back. The Eliksni, who Eido informed Luz was her father, gestured for Iris to calm herself.

"Instead of teaching your people to fear us, tell them the truth," Misraaks pleaded.

"The truth is that your kind has preyed on us for as long as we can remember," Lakshmi said evenly. "There is nothing I can say that will make them forget."

"The House of Light has never preyed on Humanity," Misraaks said indignantly.

"Your Houses and titles are layers of politics," Lakshmi dismissed. "To the people of the city, you are still Fallen."

"You promised us your protection," Misraaks countered, only for Lakshmi to interrupt.

"And you have had it! We allowed your brood to squat and chitter here in our city, but still the Vex simulation persists. If you are unhappy with how you have been treated for your failure, then I suggest you set up your camp elsewhere."

"Your people have destroyed what little we had left," Misraaks mourned. "Now we have nothing, nowhere to go."

"Humanity faced a challenge like that once," Lakshmi countered, unable to keep a look of smug condescension from her face. "We banded together and built a city with great walls to keep our enemies out. Where they belong." Her point made, Lakshmi turned on her heels and waltzed off. She faded into blue light, teleporting away. Iris's Ghost, Hajime, appeared beside her and whispered a few words to his Guardian. The Hunter nodded before turning to Misraaks.

"I wish I could stay to help clean up, but there's some rumblings from House Salvation on Europa. The Stranger has requested my presence specifically." Misraaks bid her farewell, and the Hunter slipped into transmat, leaving Misraaks alone with Saint. The Exo began to leave but stopped when Misraaks spoke to him.

"We hear her broadcasts, but more than that- we feel the energy of her words in the air. Sharp as blades pointed at an enemy. At us."

"You cannot ask people to live alongside their monsters," Saint said.

"And yet we already do," Misraaks said. "You are not blind, Saint. You have seen the way my people look at you, their eyes filled with fear. You are our monster." Saint seemed genuinely taken aback by that, looking away pensively before turning and vanishing into transmat. Misraaks sighed and shook his head. It was then that Eido approached her father.

"Eido, you're back," he rumbled. His gaze panned over to Luz, who offered an uncomfortable wave. "Who is this?"

"This is Luz Noceda; I met her at the ramen shop," Eido said. Misraaks sighed.

"I keep telling you that you should avoid going into the city," he said. "Tensions are high, and I do not want you to be harmed." Eido chuckled and wrung her hands.

"About that…"

"Who was it?" Misraaks said, his voice low and dangerous. Eido quickly put her hands up.

"They did not get the chance. Luz defended me." She pointed to her new friend, and Luz waved at the Kell again before realizing she already had and setting her hand down. Misraaks let out a sigh of relief and stepped forward to shake her hand.

"It's good to meet you, Mr. Misraaks," she said, stumbling over the pronunciation again. Misraaks chuckled good-naturedly before telling her that Mithraxkel would be sufficient.

"You have my thanks, Guardian Luz. If there is anything I can do to repay you, you need only ask." Luz was about to assure him she was owed nothing before she had an idea.

"There may be something you could help with. You're a Splicer, right?" Misraaks nodded, displaying his Splicer gauntlet. Luz reached into transmat and pulled out her phone. "Do you think you could help me get this working?" Misraaks took the device, holding it gingerly between his fingers as he inspected it. He hummed and passed it over a few times.

"This is from your Golden Age, yes?" He asked. When Luz confirmed, he let out a few intrigued clicks. "Fascinating. I would be honored to look into it. I will contact you when I have made progress." Luz smiled and thanked him before looking around.

"Do you need a hand cleaning up?" She asked. "It's my day off." Surprised by her generosity, Misraaks graciously accepted her help. Luz set to work, cleaning up rubble, wiping graffiti off the walls, and moving damaged Ether tanks out of the way. Eido helped her, the two chatting and joking as they did.

"I've been meaning to ask," Eido began, "why is your armor so plain? Most other Warlocks I see tend to be elegant and flashy."

"I'm only a few days out of the grave," Luz answered. "And Royal would prefer I kept things simple and functional."

"That will not do," Eido scolded playfully. "A Kell's armor is a reflection of who they are. A Guardian should be no different." She looked at their work, deeming it sufficient for the day. She grabbed Luz by the hand and dragged her off, with the woman having little say in the matter. Eido was almost a whole foot taller than her. "We have designs to sketch."

Eido brought her to a secluded room that Luz guessed to be hers. It was plain, with a small bed and shelves stocked with books and scrolls. There was a table covered with yet more books. An unfurled scroll sat atop it, with an unfinished script scrawled on it. Eido cleaned her table off and secured a few blank sheets of parchment. She offered Luz a pencil, and the two got busy drafting designs and sharing ideas as Aurora chipped in now and then, projecting three-dimensional renders of their current work-in-progress. Luz slid her pencil over the paper, surprising Eido and herself with her artistic talent. Thank you, past Luz.

"How about this?" She held up her current work. Eido took the page and looked it over. She tapped the breathing apparatus on her mouth as she thought.

"The helmet is a bold choice," she mused. "What was your inspiration?"

"I couldn't really tell you," Luz replied. "I just let my hand go on its own."

"It suits you," she said definitively. "Do you know how to get it made?"

"I might know someone who can help, but it must be another day. It's getting late." Eido agreed, and the two bid each other farewell, though not before swapping contact information. Luz promised to visit the next time she was free. She hummed as she left the Eliksni District.

"Someone's in a chipper mood," Aurora said, some amusement slipping into her voice.

"What can I say? It's been an interesting day," Luz replied. "I should listen to you more." She bet that if Aurora could blush from the praise, she would have. "We should get some sleep; I have a feeling Royal's got another long day in store for us tomorrow."

Elsewhere in the city, Royal tipped back his drink and downed it in one slick motion. He set his glass down on the bar. Beside him, Banshee was getting his drink refilled. Royal let himself relax. He had been patrolling the ruins of African cities, assassinating a few Red Legion officers to ensure the Cabal would remain scattered and disorganized. They would never be allowed to threaten the city again, not while he lived.

It felt good to be home, drinking with a friend. It had been a tradition for the two Exo's since Royal had returned. Malek had found time to join them once, but sadly, his schedule often conflicted with theirs—more drinks for them. Royal's drink was also refilled, and he took a sip. It was alcohol, albeit heavily watered down. A bit of nostalgia crept in on him as he recalled his outings with Eda, Lilith, and the others. His smile died a little as Banshee leaned over.

"So, how's…" his voice trailed off as he struggled to recall something. Eventually, he just gave up. "Your apprentice coming along?"

"Luz is doing great," Royal said, grateful for the distraction. "She's picking up her lessons quickly. The weapons you provided have served her well. But there have been difficulties." Banshee propped up an eyebrow, prompting Royal to continue. "She's struggling with her immortality. When she dies and tries to grapple with that… it tears me up inside. And she seems to have an aversion toward inflicting violence unless absolutely warranted."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Banshee asked. Royal waved his hand through the air.

"Maybe for law enforcement, but not for Guardians. We are the first and last line of defense and must be willing to put our foes down without hesitation. I know that Luz is a gentle soul, but she will not survive if she is afraid of killing any who dare attack her."

"Maybe you need to try meeting her halfway," Banshee proposed. "Compassion is a tool far stronger than any gun. And I would know. Sometimes, an open palm is far more potent than a clenched fist."

"Never thought an arms dealer would be spouting pacifist nonsense," Royal joked. Banshee chuckled.

"Don't forget which of us has seen more of the world." Royal was forced to concede that. Banshee had been around since at least the Collapse. It was easy for the Warlock to forget that. The two settled back into their drinks before the bartender came over and dropped a small note in front of Royal.

"Man in a hood paid me to give this to you," he said. "They just slipped out." Royal pursed his lips—or at least tried to, since he was an Exo and lacked the lips to do so—and picked up the note. Inscribed on the paper was a security code, the number for a room in the Tower, and a time set for an hour from now. The note was stamped with the official seal of the Vanguard. Royal frowned and showed it to Banshee, who shrugged and returned to his drink.

"Look like we're going to have to call it short here," Royal said. "I wonder what Zavala and Ikora want with me."

"Probably shouldn't keep them waiting," Banshee mused. Royal apologized for his early departure, only for Banshee to wave him off. He would float the bill this time, but Royal would have to get the next. Royal thanked him before stepping outside. He held out his hand for Lancer, only for the Ghost to remain dormant. Growing impatient, he shook his hand. The Ghost appeared above his palm, floating woozily.

"What is it?" He asked, his words slightly dragged out. The Ghost let out a hiccup.

"How are you drunk? You don't even have a mouth!"

"You don't know me, man," the Ghost responded dazedly. Royal sighed and shook his head. Sometimes, his Ghosts antics really grated on him.

"Fine, I'll find the room myself." His Ghost instantly sobered up, his lone eye twinkling with curiosity.

"What room?" Royal held up the note, and Lancer quickly passed it over. "Who sent it?"

"Zavala or Ikora, probably," Royal said. Lancer hummed, not convinced.

"The writing doesn't match either of their styles. It's familiar, but I can't quite place it." Royal shrugged in response to that. It didn't matter that much. Whoever had access to the Vanguard's seal was someone with a lot of authority. If they wanted to see him, it must be for something important.

He began the trek back to the Tower. The ship ride was uneventful. It was late in the day, and most people had returned home. He was alone, save for another Guardian who was busy typing away on a datapad. The Awoken whistled a tune that Royal had been hearing all over the city as of late. His audio receptors prickled in response.

Eventually, the ship touched down, and he disembarked. The trek through the Tower was quick and quiet, save for a pair of Guardians that were somehow still locked in their dance battle. Did they ever sleep?

He descended into the heart of the Tower, pushing through the winding hallways. He double-checked his map a few times. Whoever had given him the instructions wanted him to avoid prying eyes. He considered that this may be a prank and almost doubled back, but a burning curiosity kept him going. He reached his destination, typed in the code he had been given, and pushed open the door. The room was empty, save for a small table and a few chairs. To be fair, he was about eight minutes ahead of schedule. Not seeing many other options, he took a seat. He tapped the table impatiently. Whoever had brought him here better have a good explanation.

After passing a few minutes by cracking open a book, the door clicked and swung on its hinges. Royal looked up, ready to get straight to the point. His voice faltered and died as Osiris, former Warlock Vanguard, entered the room. He fixed the Exo with a piercing gaze, only his eyes visible from under his bird-like hood.

"Good," the Sunsinger said, his voice stern but not unkind, "you're here."

Royal scrambled from his seat, his ire fading faster than the setting sun. "Sir! I didn't know you wanted to see me." He quickly stood at attention, trying to put on his best look. Osiris was his idol, everything he wished to be as a Warlock. The elder Warlocks' ruminations on the nature of the Vex had been essential for his and Lancer's survival during their stay in the Vex Domain.

"That was the point of my discretion," Osiris replied. "What we speak of here does not leave this room, understood?" Royal somehow straightened his spine even more.

"Of course, sir."

"I have read your file. Your time in the Vex Domain mirrors my own. You remind me of myself in a way." The Sunsinger slightly chuckled, prompting Royal to puff out his chest with pride. "But that is not what I am here to discuss. I wish to know more of this 'Demon Realm' you visited."

That was something Royal was not ready for.

"The Demon Realm? What about it?" Royal asked, prompting Osiris to sigh.

"What I am going to share with you is classified information," he began. "Know that I am placing immense trust in you by simply speaking of it." Royal nodded, a determined look on his face. Osiris was a legend in the orders of the Warlocks, having personally mentored Ikora Rey herself. If he wanted Royal's help, then Royal would not be found wanting.

"I understand, sir."

"The Vex are not acting of their own volition," he said. "They are being directed by Quria, Blade Transform." Royal frowned. That was not out of the ordinary; Quria was a Vex Mind, and the Vex rarely did anything without direction. But that name was familiar to him somehow.

"Quria is a slave to Savathûn," he realized. Ever since the fall of the Taken King years ago, the Guardians had recovered the Books of Sorrow. These tomes had greatly expanded their knowledge of the Hive. Quria had been created to infiltrate Oryx's Throne World and learn the Sword Logic. It had failed and been presented to Savathûn as a gift from her brother. If it was directing the attack on the city, then greater powers were at play.

"Savathûn has been scheming against us for some time now," Osiris said. "The slaying of the last Ahamakara, the Curse of the Dreaming City, the Crown of Sorrow. She has always been one step ahead of us." A note of frustration slipped into his voice.

"She has spent so long working from the shadows; why go for such a direct attack on the city now?" Royal asked.

"We cannot hope to grasp at the Witch Queen's full plan," Osiris said. "That is why I have come to you." Royal furrowed his brow, caught on the back foot by that.

"Me?" He asked. Osiris nodded.

"From your report, you encountered a powerful minion of the Darkness who may have known Savathûn." Royal nodded, uncertain as to where this was going. He hadn't given much thought to the Collector since his return. It was a part of the Demon Realm he was happy to leave behind.

"You think there might be knowledge to gain from the Collector?" Royal asked.

"Indeed. You may have reservations about exposing the Demon Realm to Sol, but we are in a precarious position. With you acting as our liaison, we would hopefully be able to secure a powerful alliance." Royal and Lancer shared a look, each of them pensive.

"I'm not so certain, sir," Royal hesitantly said. "Without the portal door, return may prove impossible." Osiris set a hand on his chin as he thought. Royal's words were true; as far as he knew, the portal door was the only reliable way between their two worlds. Theoretically, diving through the Vex Domain could get one there. But it was far from reliable and damn near a death sentence.

"In your report, you mentioned that you built your own door. Do you still have the schematics?" Osiris asked. After a second hesitation, Royal nodded.

"Most of the supplies are native to the Demon Realm," Royal said. "But I had to analyze their unique atomic structures to rebuild it the first time. Most of it should be fairly easy. But without Titan's Blood, we have nothing but a very expensive entry piece." Lancer projected the schematics between the two.

"I am certain we can figure something out," Osiris said. "With our combined knowledge, it should be trivial." Surprised, Royal looked up from Lancers' projections.

"Our combined knowledge?"

"Naturally," Osiris said. "You did not think I would attempt his alone, did you? I need your assistance."

"I am honored, sir," Royal began. "Truly, I am. But-"

"You still have reservations," Osiris said with an understanding nod. "You have no desire to see the Isles brought under threat. I assure you that the portal will be kept under heaviest guard."

Royal reached into transmat and pulled out the last piece of the portal door. It was a small piece of wood, unassuming in color and texture. There was a faint pulse within it, likely some residual magic. Royal clenched it tightly as Osiris held out his hand. Royal waited for a moment, glancing between the fragment and Osiris. The Elder Warlock stared at Royal intently, a hard edge in his eyes.

"Does Luz not deserve to know the world she fought so hard to save?" He asked. Royal wavered before finally relenting and dropping the shard into Osiris's waiting hand. Osiris held it up to the light, already thoroughly inspecting it. "You have my thanks, Royal. I will contact you once you are needed." Royal nodded, a sinking feeling in his gut.

Outcast knelt in meditation, listening to the shifting data of the Vex Domain. He sat in the open, almost challenging the Vex Collective. They did not move to attack him, so he remained silent and pensive. His mind drifted back to a time when things were simpler. The Vex Domain began to bend around him.

"Have you done it?" A painfully familiar voice asked. He looked up, seeing a simulated recreation of Elisabeth Bray walking toward him. Outcast opened his mouth, only to close it again and look away.

"You haven't, have you?" She asked, gently caressing his cheek. Her touch burned like liquid platinum, beautiful to behold but agonizing to feel.

"I am trying," he said softly. "But even after all this, I still don't have enough. I can't undo what was done to our home." The simulation lowered herself to his level and wrapped her arms around him. The two sat in silence, listening to the distant noises of the Vex Domain together. He felt like his heart should be aching, yet he knew that he had no such thing anymore. The Vex's poison had seeped too far into him. He slumped further. "I can't do it."

"I chose you to save us," Elisabeth said. "To brave the horrors of the Vex and save our reality. And I did not choose wrong. You will not rest until the work is done, no matter what it costs. That is why I chose you."

"It has been so long," Outcast said, almost pleading with her. "And I am so tired."

"I know you are." Elisabeth's voice was laden with sorrow. "I will see you again when this is over." She cupped his head in her hands and pressed their foreheads together. "I love you." The simulation faded, dissolving into ethereal data once more. Outcast closed his eyes.

"I love you too."

That's this chapter wrapped up, hope you all enjoyed. We've finally (briefly) met The Guardian, one Iris Yue. She's the Hunter for another of my friends. Again, I won't be overtaking the story with random OC's, they just exist to help flesh out the world and ensure that the Destiny storyline can progress when Royal and Luz aren't involved with it.

Frank180: if royal keeps talking like that about the eliksni of house light, i'm gonna have to sentence him to 50 games of gambit.

Jokes on you, I like Gambit.

Elthreee: Great chapter dude, I loved the part where Luz questioned the morality of killing 'innocent' Fallen. Also, ofc I kept my promise lol, this was an instant fav and follow the moment I saw it, keep it up man.

I've loved writing the whiplash that Luz has been going through. That's a pretty damn big part of why Royal never wanted her to be a Guardian, he didn't think she was mentally cut out for it. the Traveler (me) clearly disagrees.

davisjustus99: Luz and Royal are two sides of the same coin. "Grief is love enduring." Old Man Consequences.

I wouldn't say I disagree with that, though I would contend that they are two separate coins. Each possesses two sides, and some of those sides are similar.