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The great hall before them appeared to be created of finely patterned black stone. If you stared at it for too long it almost looked like it was writhing like bricks of snakes but a quick scan for signs of life revealed it to be an optical illusion. The simulated wasteland behind them was motionless. The unfathomable hoard of vex they had been slaughtering a moment ago had vanished without a trace along with the scars of their battle.

“Welcome, and Congratulations.” the voice in their heads spoke again.

The trio looked around bewildered. “I... I don’t know that to do now.” The hunter admitted. “I never get this far in the dream.”

“Yeah I figured the simulation would end once we beat the army. This is weird.” the warlock stepped forward and instructed her ghost to perform a thorough scan of the tower hall they stood in. “No signs of life anywhere.” The tiny sprite concluded and faded back out of existence at the Warlock’s hand.

“Maybe we need to go up to the top? I don’t know...” The Hunter began cautiously approaching the large stairwell in the corner of the room that spiraled upward around the walls.

“Might as well.” Replied the Warlock. “You good to go, Titan?”

The armored human checked his guns for a moment before responding. “Sure. Lets see if it takes us out of here.”

After what felt like 10 minutes of ascension on the black marbled staircase the trio found themselves no closer to the top of the hall than they had began. “I don’t understand it.” The warlock declared. “We aren’t moving but neither are the stairs. It’s a goddamn anomaly if I’ve ever seen one. Hunter, do you have any ideas? Any feelings at all about what we are supposed to do?”

“Maybe if we go up the stairs backwards?” She replied.

“Worth a try.”

The hunter readied herself and began to step upward one leg at a time while facing the Warlock and Titan. She appeared to be making progress for a time. “How am I doing? Because to me you guys haven’t gone anywhere and I’ve been walking in place.”

“You’re further up than we are!” The warlock shouted up to her.

“Well that makes no sense at all - “

The sound of something hard hitting the top of the stairs caused all three to turn and look. An small orb was rolling down the stairs a few meters above them. Just as soon as they looked at the orb, they realized they were all standing together at the base of the stairs. No one had moved, no one felt any change.

“What in the world is going on” The warlock sighed as she spoke. After a moment of clanking down the steps, the orb was now just a few feet from them. “What in the world is this. I’m so confused by everything.”

“Let me try something” The titan raised a light machine gun and without warning emptied the entire drum into the ceiling of the hall with deafening effect. After the sparks had finished flying and the dust from bullet impacts settled, the warlock chortled “Smooth move pal.”

“It was worth a shot” the Titan gestured.

“Yeah I guess.” The Warlock conceded.

The Hunter reached down and grabbed the orb from the floor. The second her glove touched it, the voice returned.

“Where do you WANT to go.” it spoke clearly and with many voices. The Hunter looked deeply frightened and replied shakily “I want to get out of here”-

She vanished and the ball dropped from her hands to the floor with a dull clank.

“OKAY. WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED. NONE OF MY STUDIES EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS.” The Warlock shouted with terror. “WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO. HUNTER???!??”

The Titan lunged forward and hoisted the ball over his head while shouting “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!”

The voices replied “She is with Us.”

“TAKE ME TO HER NOW!” The Titan commanded the ball. The moment the breath escaped his lungs to ask the question he was gone, leaving the Warlock flabbergasted and alone in the dark tower.

She spoke aloud to herself, “Okay. OKAY. No, this isn’t okay. Think. They asked the orb to go somewhere and it took them somewhere but I don’t know where. I don’t trust this thing but I have no reason to believe that it is lying. It’s a ball. It can’t lie. Logic. You’re okay, you can do this.” The warlock summoned an over-shield for herself with her light and steadied her nerve.

She cleared her throat and held the ball up to eye level: “Whoever you are, safely take me to my friends.”

The orb fell to the floor for a final time and the black tower hall was silent as its simulation slowly corrupted.

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#destcember2020 #destiny #Destiny2 #ghost stories #creative writing

RIFT

“You’re doing it again.” his Ghost bumped against his shoulder to no response. “Hey. HEY!”

The brooding titan snapped back “What.”

“I thought I lost you there for a second. You’ve been zoning out quite a lot more recently.”

“I have more than enough to think about these days.” The Titan turned back away from his companion and continued to look out over the frozen moon towards the monumental pyramid shape looming on the edge of the horizon.

The Ghost insisted “You know I’m here to talk about anything you may need -”

“ENOUGH.” The Titan growled back. “Allow me this peace. Let me think. Sleep or something I don’t care. I will wake you when you are needed.”

The Ghost stared into its own reflection on the guardian’s metal plating. He couldn’t exhibit real emotions, but the sight of his shell floating there in the cold seemed... foreign to him for a moment. “... Alright, Guardian. I’ll go away for a while. You know where to find me.”

The titan did not respond, so the small mechanical sprite fluttered out of visibility and then was gone. He sat alone on the ice.

The wind that day wasn’t particularly bad. By all accounts it was balmy for Europa. The solar light illuminated the ice to a near blinding shade of white but the Titan was unfazed. He continued staring at the pyramid in the distance in total silence. An occasional fellow guardian on mission would jet past below him atop their sparrow kicking up gentle waves of frozen crystals that glistened into iridescent clouds before settling back down. None of it phased him.

Hours passed before the Titan finally stirred. The sun had grown low in the sky and cast an orange hue across the tundra before him and his shadow stretched long and black down onto the ice below his perch. His radio crackled to life with unusually thick static. He stood and reached for the device to adjust the tuner to try and clean up the signal when the ice below his feet suddenly shifted. With no warning, the cliff he had spent the day observing the pyramid from collapsed with tremendous noise and sent him hurtling over 100 feet downward into his own shadow. The pain was immense as his body was tossed and ground against the churning blocks of ice, snow. The whole affair lasted no more than a few seconds before the Titan was completely and totally buried, unsure of whether or not he had survived, only that everything was dark and he was being crushed.

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt* SAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLVVVV** KRSCHTSTTTTSSAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTIOOONNNN* *ksrhhhhhhhhhht*

The radio crackled through the rubble, muffled, loud, irritating, but functional. He hadn’t died - though he wasn’t too far from doing so. Using whatever light he had left, the Titan’s twisted body engulfed itself in Solar heat, softening the ice and snow that encased it and giving him just enough room to crawl.

~fuck that was close. How do I get out of here ~

He thought to himself. He wriggled around until he had melted enough of his icy tomb to have some form of cave space.

~I can’t keep this up I need my light to recharge. I need my Ghost back~

“No.” The Titan interrupted his own thoughts and spoke out loud to himself. “I don’t need Ghost. I can do this myself.”

The radio static was constant now and growing louder.

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt* COOOMMMMEEEEEE** KRSCHTSTTTTTOOOOOOUSSSSSS* *ksrhhhhhhhhhht*

~where the fuck is that radio~

The Titan dug through the edges of his space in the pitch blackness guided by his ears. He thought he must be under a dozen feet of snow or more for it to be this dark.

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt*

~oh come on where the fuck is it~

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt*

“Where are you....”

*KSHRRRRTTTTTTTTTT*

“SHUT UP!!” The Titan screamed and slammed a punch into the black wall of his frozen semi-grave and used stasis to try and split the ice apart from within. The sound of creaking crystals of immobility groaned and shifted the snow around him causing his cavern to collapse slightly and leave him half buried again in total darkness.

He let out a primal roar and threw his frozen fists against the weak ceiling of the cavern and screamed as the radio fuzz grew impossibly loud. “GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!!”

Suddenly, the radio silenced and the air around him began to vibrate. He could feel ripples of energy and movement pulse out of his fists and the snow around him began releasing its hold. The space that he had been encapsulated by was now roomy and the air buzzed long and low as the snow he had just slammed his fists into was no longer within reach. The room was.... expanding.

The titan continued screaming and channeling his rage into his fists which continued reverberating the atmosphere around his body. He took a tentative step forward without breaking focus and his boot sunk into the hard packed snow like it was in beach sand.

“I WANT OUT NOW!” He stepped forward again, this time the darkness split as he spoke. Just a crack in his vision like a pulse through a vein, weakly at first and then other cracks began to appear. He stepped forward a second time, his boot met the snow but it felt like solid stone.

The cracks in the darkness grew with each step forward and the snow beneath his feet no longer felt like snow. It felt rigid. He began to run forward and with each step the air hummed louder and he felt more powerful. As the cracks around him grew wide enough to see more light through, the Titan let out a final deep cry and forced his fists out away from him, sending the entire collapsed hillside exploding outward from him.

He now stood on the tundra once again, the destroyed hill he had once perched on lay in ruins behind him and the path he had walked upon had turned to black patterned stone. The Titan took a moment to inspect his armor - not a scratch. Come to think of it, not even an injury. He had.. healed himself... somehow.

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt* The radio crackled back to life from his hip. It had never fallen off of him.

*We... would like....... to speak..... with you ****** Lightbearer*

*ksrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrtttttttt* *POP*

The radio sparked and fizzled then caught fire. The Titan reached down to the broken device and cast it aside.

“Ghost” He commanded to the evening air.

A moment passed before his companion transmatted into view in front of him. “I’m here Guardia - WHAT HAPPENED” His shell rapidly expanded as he began scanning the shattered hillside. “What Happened?!? I’m detecting darkness energy everywhere are you alright?!?”

“I think we owe this pyramid a visit.“ The titan looked down at his shadow as he spoke. It swirled and writhed on the snow before him.

“What are you talking about what is going on?!?” Ghost whirred with obvious concern.

The Titan materialized his Sparrow and mounted it in one motion. With a twist of the throttle, he speed off towards the distant pyramid without answering.

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#destcember2020 #destiny #Destiny2 #ghost stories #creative writing #kind of a long one

CUPID’S ARROWS

Thoughts on Ephemeral Attachments by Octavia-5, philosopher of the Thanatonautic Order

Have you ever heard the myth of Cupid? Of course you have. We all have. Two people, unbeknownst to one another or unbetroth unto the other, fated by the cherub’s golden tipped arrow to become one. Inseparable. Bound by love and desire.

This is forbidden to guardians. Attachment to persons who are not immortal will only leave the wound the golden arrow pierces. And as we all know, the arrow must WOUND you. Love always, always hurts you. It is through this shared, mutual pain that we become beholden to one another. Free yourself of that attachment. Through loss, through death, we find our answers and our strength. We will rid ourselves of the tethers of un-knowing through our death and resurrection and love has no place in the Thanatonaut’s rites.

There are lessons to be learned here still from the ancient story of the winged creature. Often we are told of his golden arrows but many forget that Cupid carried not one but two arrows. An arrow tipped with lead. A heavy, poisoning, and dull metal that upon infliction caused the victim to flee, to run and feel deep revulsion towards the other. No one speaks of this second arrow because it damages the preconceived notion of what a being of “pure” attachment is conceived of. Much in the same that very few speak of who Cupid’s father was. It’s mother was the so-called goddess of love within their pantheon of religion but it’s father… oh yes the father… was one of two different beings.

The god of Fire. Vulcan, of flame and the earth’s burning core.

Or…

The god of War. Ares. Mars of battle and triumph and glorious death.

My fellow Thanatonauts, we must abandon attachment. Accept THIS half of the duality of existence and seek truth through the unfinal illumination of our infinite death and with each resurrection we will understand more…and…more. Seek the lessons of the father of attachment’s lead arrows, not the mother of affection’s golden shackles. The mysteries of the universe and the energies therein can be contained, re-used, and expand the mind.

Until such a time as enlightenment is achieved, our order must continue. We are what binds the guardians together in understanding, WE ARE WHAT BINDS-

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The titan closed the book without finishing the page. “Thanatonauts sound insane.” He murmured to himself. Other guardians were milling about the shops and stands that dotted the plaza. A couple other new lights were sat opposite him looking simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by their own copies of the book.

“Why must I read this again?” The titan looked to his ghost with desperation. “It is the definition of insanity. There are guardians who purposefully kill themselves over and over?”

“You have to read it to understand all of the facets and fringes of what it means to be a guardian. The Thanatonauts … uhh.. handle their newly found immortality through the traveler… well..” Ghost whirred and fluttered about in front of his guardian, “Differently than most.”

“I suppose theory and education is just as important as combat training and honing our light.” The Titan sighed. He’d been reading for weeks and was itching for a new challenge in combat.

“Yes, it is.” Ghost beamed. “But I get the feeling you need a break.”

“Ideally.”

The Ghost spun on its Y axis for a moment before announcing to his titan “Very well then. Let’s see if we can find a shooting range nearby.”

The Titan smiled and stood up immediately. “I think that is an excellent idea for a break. Where is the nearest range in this part of the city?”

“A kilometer south. But promise me you’ll continue studying afterwards.” Ghost purred

The Titan gave a deliberate wink and replied, “Of course, my friend.”

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DUALITY

Every guardian has heard about Ikora Rey’s personal library but only the highest order of warlocks was typically welcome to it. Today her library laid host to a single titan, his helmet, which he was carrying under his arm, was damaged on the left-hand side and one of his horns were snapped halfway up. He stood in the entryway with his ghost drifting through the air above his shoulder. Both in awe of the volumes of knowledge surrounding them and the priceless collection of artifacts in glass cases that dotted the room.

“Ms. Rey will be with you shortly. Please wait here and make yourselves comfortable.” A docent frame in a simple robe instructed the duo.

“Uhmm… thank you.” The titan stammered uncomfortably. He stepped forward and took a seat in a velvet high backed chair that could well have been hundreds of years old. His ghost quickly scanned the room as his titan tried his best not to damage the chair.

“There are thousands of years of history and books in here. It’s.. it’s incredible. I wonder if Ikora has read them all.”

“I have.” A voice announced from the spiral stairwell on the far side of the room. Ikora stepped through a sudden portal of void light from the top of the stairs and began descending them gracefully. Two books gently floated around her torso, their pages slowly turned through the air as if invisible readers were eagerly devouring their words. “Several times in fact.”

The duo was starstruck. They’d met Ikora before, but not like this. Not on her turf. Out on the wall with the vanguard she was a commander. In here, she was a god.

The titan stood at attention and spoke rigidly “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Rey and thank you for agreeing to meet with us in person.”

“I’m pleased to finally meet you as well, Titan. Please, sit. Continue to make yourself at ease.” Ikora gestured to the ancient chair the titan had just stood from. Sheepishly, he lowered back down onto it. It was comfortable at least. Ikora walked over to an adjacent chair about 5 feet away from his. A small ornate end table rested between the two of them and had what the titan assumed was a tea kettle, though not like any he had ever seen before. It was made of white stone and bore blue stylized ideograms of winged snake-like creatures he did not immediately recognize and rows of symbols that looked like very intricate hive runes.

“It’s from the Yuan Dynasty. A pre-golden age ancient civilization.” Ikora explained with a knowing look. “It’s a tea kettle. It’s Oolong. Would you like some?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

The two sat in pregnant silence with their tea for a few minutes until Ghost cautiously broke into the looming conversation. “So Ikora, have you ever heard of … uhh.. mirror, or... uhm... evil Guardians?”

The statuesque warlock did not blink as she sipped her tea. Her gaze was sharp but compassionate. “An evil mirror guardian. Can’t say I have. Why do you ask?”

Ghost proceeded to recount the previous week’s event in the garden and the creature that spoke with a grinding metallic voice and resembled his guardian with terrifying detail.

“…and as soon the redjacks showed up everything was back to normal.” The ghost finished. “We sent you the request for a meeting the next morning and now here we are.”

Ikora set her tea down on the table and replied simply. “I see.”

She took a long slow breath and followed up with “My first reaction is that this was a hallucination, but you wouldn’t have come to me and asked for a private meeting if that were so.”

The titan responded, “Ms Rey, I am aware of how strange it sounds but I swear on my life that this felt real.”

“That is concerning then.” The warlock stood and approached a window overlooking the mountains as she spoke. “There are stories of dark guardians. Legends of guardians being corrupted and turned into something of the darkness, severed irreparably from the Traveler. We all know the tale of Dredgen Yor. But this… this is something else. No hive magic, no taken corruption. It almost sounds like a dark reflection of you.” Her eyes met her own faded reflection in the glass of the window. “Did it say or do anything else? Did anything else stand out to you?”

The titan pondered for a moment and then replied, “Yes I think so. At the end, when I was most afraid and threatening it, it seemed to almost, straighten up? And its speech seemed to be at its clearest just before it vanished. Almost like-“

“Like the less control you had, the more control it had… that is.. very, very interesting.” Ikora’s brow had furrowed completely by now. Zavala’s voice interrupted through her coms but she cut it off almost immediately. She approached the titan and said with a frightful tone, “I think I need to discuss this with the rest of vanguard command in private and you have given me lot of research to do on this subject. Thank you, Titan, for bringing this to my attention. Is there anything else I can help you with before you head on your way?”

The Ghost spoke for his guardian, “No we are okay. Thank you for your time and please let us know if you’d like to meet again.”

“I will certainly do that. Be well, Guardian.”

The duo began to head for the door when a thought struck the titan. “Oh Ms. Rey, on a side note, Mars seemed dim that night. I’m unsure if that’s related at all but I just remembered and thought I should let you know.”

Ikora’s face grew pale for a moment before she quietly returned with the statement, “I know.. There will be an announcement about what’s happened to Mars, Mercury, and Io tomorrow.”

As the Titan and his Ghost exited the library they heard Zavala’s voice crackle through Ikora’s communication system for just a moment before the door closed.

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LIVE BY THE SWORD

The colossal Knight overturned a boulder with the same level of ease and disdain as a horse swatting a fly. He could have easily been four meters tall. Possibly more. In his right hand he clutched a wretched blade gnarled with veins and scuffed chitin plating. The blade was not sharp, but the sheer force behind it and the indomitable will of its wielder made it more than capable of cleaving a scorpion tank in two.

He was searching for them. He overturned a second boulder, then a third. His patience was wearing thin and his breath ragged with blind rage. After a fourth unfruitful excavation attempt, the knight howled in frustration and thrust his living blade into the earth as a green aura began to charge around him. They had only a moment before the whole ravine was likely to explode in a blast of soulfire.

“Now” her comms crackled through static.

Emerging from active camouflage, the Hunter closed the gap on the meditating knight with her slug shotgun in hand. In two strides and a jump she was on him and slammed the barrel of her shotgun against the knight’s skull plating.

The knight’s head turned slightly.

Click

BANG

The hunter was thrown from the knight as it turned. From her vantage point laying on the ground, she could see that half of its head was now a pulpy mess of flesh and fibers. It wasn’t a lethal blow like she had hoped, but it was clearly barely alive. It staggered a few steps and snarled as a distant click and the sound of a rocket launching caught its attention.

The next 5 seconds were blinding and deafening. The hunter felt the life burn from her body as the explosion engulfed her. She was too close to the knight as the rocket struck it.

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“Shit.” The Titan pulled his eye away from his rocket launcher’s viewfinder. “SHIT! She was too close.. I think I killed her”

“She can come back. The knight can’t though. She did her job, she knew the risks.” The warlock had been casting an empowering rift around the two of them, unable to see the impact from their position.

“That does not make me feel better for killing her.” The titan growled back. “Still probably hurt worse than hell.

“Definitely. But the knight is dead, yes?” The warlock’s rift faded.

The titan put his eye back to the viewfinder. Bits of chitin and hive flesh littered the steaming crater. The Hunter’s charred corpse lay a few meters away. “Yes it’s very dead.” The Titan sighed.

“Let’s go revive her then.”

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The site of the rocket impact had cooled slightly but some scattered embers still illuminated the canyon where the Hive Knight once patrolled. A ghost emerged from the ether and expanded, shining its light on the burned body that lay on the edge of the crater.

The Hunter gasped and sat upright. Armor charred but otherwise unharmed. A heavily plated gauntlet extended into her refocusing vision and a slightly muffled voice said “Sorry about that”

She blinked a few times before turning and realizing it was her companions kneeling next to her. “You owe me. SO MUCH. Asshole. That fucking hurt. I DIED!” The hunter grabbed the titan’s hand and was helped to her feet as the warlock laughed.

“Yeah but you blew his damn head off. That was amazing. Shame he turned at the last second. You would have had him and we wouldn’t have needed the backup plan.” the warlock chided. “That’s one less patrol. Good job team.”

The hunter cracked her back and let out a halfhearted “yaaaaay..”

This time the Titan chuckled at the sarcasm. “Alright, whats next.”

The warlock pulled out her holomap of Luna. Dozens of other markers appeared all over the surface of the planet. “The next one seems to be about 20 km north east. Shall we?” She summoned her sparrow and deactivated the holomap in one graceful motion.

The titan and the hunter shared a tired look before the hunter replied “yeahh alright. Let’s go. The sooner we squash these patrols the sooner I can get my apology beers. That’s twice now, T. I’m keeping count.” Her sparrow materialized before them as she walked towards the warlock, already mounted up.

The titan smirked at his fireteam and declared, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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GEOMETRY OF POWER

“Why does the Winnower choose a (shape) of three points while the _Gardener forgoes them entirely?”

A metallic voice spoke into the dark of the tower halls and it echoed through the Titan’s mind. He awoke with a start and searched around his room for the source its source.

Silence followed his brief search and the Titan decided that going back to sleep was the current best course of action.

“Answer me.”

The metal voice wined softly into his head like that of a distant water pump in need of repair. The Titan shot upwards again. Still no one was around.

“Ghost, did you hear someone speaking just now?” He asked his companion.

“No. Just as quiet as usual here. Did you hear someone?” the Ghost gently beeped in response.

“I could have sworn I head something asking me a question. Keep an eye out for me would you?”

“Of course. I don’t technically NEED to sleep, so, I’m on it, Guardian.”

“Thank you.” The Titan laid his head back down onto his pillow and the second his skin touched the cotton of its case, he heard the voice loud and clear.

“Do… you… know….”

“RIGHT THERE!” The Titan exclaimed as he leapt out of his bed and began strapping on his armor. “Please tell me you heard it too!”

“I.. I didn’t. But I don’t doubt you. I’ll follow your lead Guardian.” Ghost seemed concerned but not overly so. They were in the Tower after all, the safest place on earth. In the Barracks, nonetheless.

“Alright just stay quiet then. I’ll move when I hear it next.” The Titan was fully geared up now and stood, listening to the silent hallway. It was a clear night, the moon cast pale shadows on the trees and columns of the barracks where guardians could choose to stay while stationed at the Tower. A solid 10 minutes passed before he decided to try and lay back down, keeping his armor on just in case. It was well fitted and not entirely uncomfortable. Once again, the moment his head touched the pillow the voice echoed down the halls to him.

“Answer me…”

Instead of sitting upright, the titan paused a moment, pondering the source of the voice. Taking a small, calculated gamble, the Titan decided to try and talk back to it.

“I do not know the answer.” He whispered to his ceiling.

Without missing a beat, the voice replied

“Seek the truth. Follow your ins%tTinct…. Follow…me e e….”

“Is everything alright, Guardian?” the Ghost inquired.

“Yes I’m alright. I answered its question, and it wants me to follow it. Didn’t say where it was, only that I should follow my instinct. Keep me safe, yeah?”

“That’s my job, Mr.. Be careful though” Ghost spun his shell around itself quietly and the Titan smirked in response.

He stood up from the bed and began to walk out of the room. He walked forward, fearlessly. The barracks were secured every night by redjacks, the likelihood of whatever this voice was coming from turning out to be truly threatening was low. At the first crossing hallway, the Titan looked up at his ghost who gave an implied shrug and said “I’m following YOU.”

“Right. Ummmm. I think I should go left.” The titan stepped forward, continuing to follow his intuition and hoped that he wasn’t about to walk in circles for an hour at 3am chasing a lucid dream. After around 20 minutes of walking the duo came to a dead end in a small courtyard. The stonework was weathered and cracked in places and the plants seemed to have suffered months of neglect.

“I have no idea where we are, Ghost, but I’m heading back to bed now. This is a dead end anywa–“

As he turned around, he found himself face to face with another titan. Clad in identical armor to his down to the same left-side damage to his helmet. Every cell in his body told him to run, that this titan was not correct, that the thing that stood before him was not what it seemed to be, but he found himself frozen in place.

“The !Winnower embodies a shape of thr3e points. The ?Gardener does not. Do You w{ish to know why?” The voice hissed and vibrated as if it was being run through a distortion filter and the gain had been turned too high.

“I…. uhhh… what are you…” the Titan stammered out

“Do you wish to know whyyy-yyy” the entity interrupted him

“I… I …. I guess so…. (Ghost! HELP ME OUT HERE)” the Titan barely got the words out.

“Three points, your ~TRI_ANGLE, is the strongest shape. When any FORCE comes up against a point, its energy is divideddd – split. The Triangle distributes all force throughout it sself and focuses its mass into a point.” The distortion in the entity’s voice waxed and waned as it spoke. “It is the *STRONGGGEST ShAPE”

“….okay… alright. Why does the Traveler embody a sphere then?” The titan was terrified and gripped his sidearm with sweaty palms, waiting for an opening or obvious show of malicious intent.

“The Gardener does nn n not have points. The _Circle0 s the WEAKEST shape. It can be stretchchched, or bent. It does not hold pressure well. Why do yOU choose the Gardener,,,,? It is not STRONG.”

The Ghost swirled into view and announced loudly with conviction. “Because the TRAVELER gives LIFE and does not TAKE IT. Now Leave us alone whatever you are!”

The Not-Titan stepped backward at the glowing light the Ghost had begun to emit. Each step seemed wobbly like that of a child that was first learning to walk. As it moved further back, the Guardian felt his wits returning to him and pulled his sidearm from its holster and drew it on the entity.

“TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE OR YOU DIE RIGHT NOW!” Rage and terror coursed through the Titan’s words as he shouted.

The entity stood upright at the threat of violence and its unusual posture and gait seemed to momentarily normalize. It uttered the words.

“I… am Your…Sssalvat-”

The Titan fired, the 32. Caliber bullet fizzled out into nothingness as it struck the not-titans armor. Before the Guardian had time to fire another shot, lights were on him and the clattering of Redjacks charging down the hallway nearest to them filled the air. They were programmed to immediately respond to the sound of gunfire. As the rattled titan turned back to face his enemy, it was gone. Simply not there anymore. His barrel smoked from the bullet but there was no indication that it had hit the stone wall where it was just pointed. The entity was gone.

-is everything alright here- we are responding to secure the area – the redjacks announced to the duo.

They looked around at the now well-lit courtyard and found it to be not nearly in as bad a state of disrepair as it had seemed to be on their arrival.

The two looked at eachother, confused and frightened. “I think we should tell Ikora immediately.”

“I think you’re right. Thank you Redjacks, we are alright. Just a nightmare.”

- You are advised not to fire your weapons outside of designated areas. It is highly dangerous to non-guardians who could be in the area. Please do not do that again, or you will face disciplinary action –

“We know. Thank you.”

The duo began to head back to their room, escorted by the redjacks. The titan looked out at the night sky and noticed that Mars was not as bright as it should be this time of year.

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NIGHT OF THE HUNTER

“COME ON WE’RE GONNA BE LATE! HURRY UP!” The Exo shouted as she ran through the woods. Just outside of the city walls, the Hunters were gathering, and she had been invited to join them.

“I’m coming slow down. Damn Hunters are so fast.” The Titan grumbled as he jogged to keep up. The forest around them filtered the golden rays of the sunset into a kaleidoscope of patterns and shapes, the air still warm and slightly damp. “What’s the big hurry anyway? I thought you said this thing goes all night!”

“I DOn’T WaNT to MiSS iT!” She yelled back without missing a step. After a few minutes of running down the well-trodden path, the duo found themselves coming up on a clearing filled with activity. The two slowed to a walk as they approached.

“What is all this? I didn’t think anything official really happened outside of the walls of the city..” The Titan pondered aloud.

His Exo friend turned around to face him and with an exaggerated bow announced, “Welcome to the Night of the Hunter! An annual celebration of our culture and excuse for a kick-ass party without Vanguard rules! At least, that’s what I was told.. COME ON Let’s check it out!”

Music and the sounds of laughter and commotion filled the forest clearing. At the center of it all stood makeshift pub complete with a Bartending Frame and throngs of already very intoxicated Hunters and their guests. Around it were a few dozen pop-up stands selling cloaks, accessories for pets, jewelry, knives of all shapes and sizes, popcorn, and ramen. The atmosphere was jubilant to say the least. A large, half armored Titan staggered towards them.

“heEYYyyy another Titan! Whelcome budddddyy...” He fell face first into the dirt as he slurred the words out.

“How is this sanctioned?” The Titan asked his friend.

“They said it isn’t. That’s why its in the woods. And also why everyone is armed. Fun right?” The Exo Hunter seemed ecstatic. “I want to look at knives will you come with me? Come on, T, KNIVES!”

“Alright fine. I supposed I’ll have a drink while I’m here too.”

“YES!” she jumped in the air at the admission. Over the next hour, the two found themselves attempting to throw weirdly shaped knives at crudely drawn portraits of Warlocks reading books and Titans eating rocks. The Titan managed to get a C-shaped blade to embed itself perfectly in the top of one of the titan drawing’s heads.

“OHH careful there pal. This is a celebration don’t get too deep in that self loathing you hear?” The Vendor laughed at them and the Titan tried his best to follow suit but was mostly a little bit uncomfortable.

“It was a good throw though, don’t you think?” It was the Titan’s best attempt at humor so far in the night.

“I’ll be damned if it ain’t! Most Titan’s can’t hit shit on these. Here I’ll give ya a prize. Keep the blade.” It took the vendor considerable force to pry the blade from the wooden backboard and he tried his best to make it look like an act. He handed the blade to the Titan and declared, “Here ya are. Enjoy the night!”

Some time later after a couple of drinks the duo found themselves at a picnic table with a half dozen hunters. Suddenly, the whole area went silent as a Chicken began to make its way onto the center stage. Every hunter in the clearing watched it with laser sharp focus. The Chicken straightened up and crowed a single time. The crowd roared to life in applause. A tall Exo Hunter with a center horn strode confidently onto the stage and picked the chicken up during the cheering.

“That’s him! It’s Cayde-6, the Hunter Vanguard.” The Hunter nudged the Titan through the noise. “He's gonna make a speech!”

The screaming and shouting and applause continued for a solid 4 minutes before Cayde raised his left hand to quiet everyone. Almost like flipping a switch, the crowd died down. Cayde set his chicken down on the stage again before raising both of his hands and finally speaking.

“Welcome everybody. Thanks for coming. Now we get down to discussing official business as we do every Night of the Hunter.”

People murmured in agreement for a moment before someone in the crowd shouted back, “Get to the point hotshot!” The crowd laughed and cheered as Cayde pointed back at the source of the voice and shouted “I completely agree. Meeting adjourned. LET’S PARTY!”

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ROSES AND THORNS

They called it Lumina. The withered husk of the most cursed and deadly weapon to ever be held by a bearer of the Light, re-forged into a weapon against itself. Where Thorn would steal light and life, Lumina could give it, leaving the wielder and its companions better off because of it. A true redemption story arc.

Redemption that now lay gathering dust in most everyone’s vaults.

Everyone had heard the tales of the “Guardian-gone-bad” who wielded a hand canon he named Rose. It was a simple gun. No more deadly than the hand the pulled its trigger, corrupted by the calls of the darkness and hive magic into an evil and awful thing. Few who lived to tell of encounters with the man who became known as Dredgen Yor could ever recount any particular details about the pistol itself. They knew it was called Thorn, and they knew that it could sever their light, but it just looked like Rose. A simple hand canon.

Stories about the original thorn swept through more corruptible souls like wildfire. Fantastical images of a bent and mangled barrel with bloody protrusions and even eyes of Hive Soulfire. A Nightmarish creation, held in the right hand of the author of nightmares. The followers of Yor crafted their replicas of what they thought the Thorn was and looked like and sure enough, each hellish creation was a thing of terrible beauty. But they were not THE Thorn. Scholars believe that Yor’s Thorn never changed from Rose. It likely grew dirty from lack of cleaning and the magic that never allowed it to rust or jam, but it very well was still just Rose, held by an entity of the Darkness.

A simple gun was the most deadly weapon in the history of Guardians.

So why then was the Lumina crafted to look the way that it does? The barrel shrouded in flower petals gently curving around themselves to blanket the firearm within, small dulled thorns poke through the gaps. If the Rose and the Thorn were one in the same weapon, why does Lumina have thorns? A creation of pure light shouldn’t have such an offensive adornment, right? Why are there thorns protruding from Lumina if Thorn was only Rose?

Because they are inseparable. The Rose flower in its natural state bears both petals and thorns. Light and Dark. How you breed the flowers over time changes which aspect becomes dominant. A harsh environment will wither the petals and sharpen the thorns. A lush environment will cause the flower to bloom, and temper the spines. So why then does the Lumina lay resting inside the vaults of every Guardian who has it? Why do so many choose to use their false Thorns instead of the Flower’s Petals?

You know the answer, Guardian. You know it well. And that answer scares you.

You are so very powerful, Lightbearer. Power seeks power. The Power to take more power. Lumina does not take power from your foes, it gives it to your friends. Thorn takes it, and keeps it, all for you.

All.

For.

You.

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HERESY

“This is ridiculous.” The Titan turned the book around like it was in a foreign language. “A Manual for titans? Who wrote this garbage? Why is it published in hard bound copy and so high quality?”

“Well I think its neat. And it’s clearly satire.” The Ghost was enjoying the moment of forced humility on his Guardian. They were in the tower’s library researching the Hive, a race of sentient, malevolent krill. “Plus you’ve been reading serious stuff for hours and I figured you needed a break, so I found this for you.”

“Well, I appreciate it. I can only take so much reading of Sword Logic and Heretical Knights..”

“I think a lot of people share that view.” Ghost may has well have been smiling as he spoke.

The Guardian opened the manual to a random chapter and began reading aloud, “The first and most important column of the Titan’s Creed is that you must punch. Always Punch. Do Not think, Only Punch. Punch make bad guy into flat guy. This is the Titan’s way.” He put on a little bit of a Neanderthal voice as he spoke and the two began laughing loud enough for the nearby Warlock Librarian to shush them.

“Sorry!” The duo whispered in unison.

The Warlock grumbled “uhghh.. New Lights never know the rules..” and he shuffled off down a corridor.

“Okay, seriously, who wrote this..” The Titan turned the book over to read the back cover. “Written and Illustrated by the Magnificent, Illustrious, and Omniscient Cayde-6, God-King of the Hunter Vanguard.”

“That would make sense. He has a bit of an ego. And knowing what I know about his sense of humor, you’d be branded a heretic to the ‘Titan Creed’ for simply reading his book instead of punching it.” The Ghost was beaming as he spoke.

“I’ll have to meet this guy someday.” The Titan set the book down and reclined in his chair to look out the window at the city. It had been raining that morning but the sun broke through the clouds about an hour ago, giving everything a brightness and newness that only rain could give. The Traveler hung in the sky, a singular massive presence watchful and quiet over humanity.

“AFTER your first mission against the Hive.” The Ghost flew in front of his view of the window. “It’s time you learned about Ogres. They’re actually huge, powerful thrall that have mutated.”

“...what..?”

“And they shoot beams of deadly void light from their eyes.”

“...WHAT..”

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BLOOD

“This is it. This is the place.” The Hunter stood just ahead of her fireteam members. “This is the tower I see in my nightmares. It’s… smaller than I remember it.”

“Because you’re awake.” The Titan suggested. “Things look less real when you’re dreaming.”

Before them stood a large angular tower on a fragmented glacier. Black metallic panels glistened in the gloomy simulated sky. There was snow on the ground around them but it was not cold. Not in this scenario. They had cycled through a half dozen simulated environments each with different weather patterns and temperatures before finally finding this one.

“In your dreams, what happens exactly? You’ve said you’re trying to get to the tower but you keep getting killed. Do you know what’s in there?” The Warlock approached the nervous Hunter as she spoke.

“There’s always Vex. So many Vex. More Vex than you could ever imagine. And I don’t know what’s in the tower. I never make it…” The Hunter seemed disturbed as she spoke. It was clearly a bit uncomfortable for her to be awake in a place she had dreamed about every night for weeks.

The Titan approached and put a hand on her shoulder. “We will make it there this time. You are a Guardian and you have a fireteam.” She smiled a little and seemed slightly relieved.

“Alright… yeah. YEAH. We can do this. Keep your eyes peeled for an army of robots.” The Hunter jumped forward with nervous energy. The fireteam was well aware that even though this one of the Crypt’s simulations, it could hurt. Their bodies were safe in their pods but they did not know how safe their minds would be if they died too many times in the simulation.

As the three cautiously pressed forward towards the tower in the distance, the Hunter was the first to notice them. A handful of small scanner drones was flying curious circles around each other about a hundred yards ahead. As they walked closer it became clear that the drones were circling a simulated decaying corpse. It was Hive.

“Ohhhhhhh gross. There’s never hive in my dream.” The Hunter reeled back as she exclaimed. “What’s that it’s holding?”

The Titan stepped towards the bloody mess of a Hive Knight to get a closer look. Sure enough, its desiccated hand clutched a peculiar triangular key. It resembled an antique skeleton key but was made of the same polygons that the tower seemed to be.

“Seems like the key to the tower. Looks like the tower, anyway.” He reached down but the Warlock grabbed his arm just before he touched it

“Wait wait.. we are looking for an army that isn’t here and there’s an obvious key laying in a dead hive knight surrounded by vex drones, and we’re in a combat simulation. Check that your weapons are all loaded and be ready. I have a VERY strong feeling that touching that key will start something.” The Warlock’s wisdom was unending. She had a natural gift for foresight and intuition.

The Titan exhaled and spoke gently, “Valid assumption.”

As the Fireteam checked and re-checked their weapons, the hum of the scanner drones seemed to be more noticeable than before and the Hunter began to grow visibly uneasy.

“Guys… just promise me that we will make it out of this alive, alright..?” Her hands gently shook her rifle in small rhythmic motions.

The Titan flipped the safety on his shotgun and racked a round into the chamber for effect, “We can’t die anymore, remember? We’ve got you. Your blood will not spill in this fight, I promise.” He reached down and grasped the key with his other hand. The moment he did, the scanner drone’s lights turned a dark red and the Vex began to appear. At the edges of their vision around the impossible snowy field, Hundreds and Hundreds of Vex began to pixelate into existence. The Scanner Drones flew off and the air was filled with distant transmat sounds – the odd crackle of Vex teleportation and the static charges they created added an unearthly lighting to the low atmosphere.

“Finally.” The Titan stretched out his arms, shotgun in his left hand. “Warlock, let’s give them what they came for.” The Warlock gave a devious smile and nodded.

In a wonderfully choreographed display, the Titan, Warlock, and the Hunter all leapt into the air as high as their light could take them. The Titan summoned a protective ward of void light and slammed it down to the ground beneath them. The Warlock attuned her body to channel cosmic Arc energy into a blindingly bright beam of pure controlled lightning. The Hunter summoned hundreds of flaming knives at her body and propelled them away in a massive wall of jagged flames.

Wave after wave after wave of bronze carapace and radiolarian fluid was shatter, spilled, and destroyed. Each member of the fireteam took on well near a thousand of the Vex as their numbers slowly began to dwindle in the simulation. True to their word, the Titan and Warlock stood by the Hunter the whole fight, never letting their friend fall a single time. The Titan’s shotgun barrel glowing a dull orange from use and his helmet, though damaged from years of fighting, seemed to glow more brightly than usual. It was the largest battle that the three had ever faced together, and it wasn’t real.

Though the pain certainly was. The Titan and the Warlock fell dozens of times and the Hunter revived them both with the help of their Ghosts. Each time they rose, they slew a hundred more Vex, their bodies cleaned of their bloodied and broken armor, only to be injured and to bleed again, and again, and again. Hours passed and the vex corpses had piled. Radiolaria had scorched the simulated snow away to show the barren, angular metal floor. Soon they realized that they were fighting at the base of the tower, though they had made no conscious effort to approach it. It had seemingly come to them during the chaos.

“We have to get inside!” The Titan yelled over the noise. “Hunter, take the key, we need to try it NOW!” He cast another ward of dawn at the door of the tower to protect the team. The door itself was at least 100 feet high and at a human arm’s height was a small triangular key-hole.

“ON IT!” The Hunter vaulted into the Ward and swiped the key from the Titan’s hip where he had secured it before the fighting. “This better work…” she said to herself as she slammed the key into the hole. In an instant, the Vex froze and the shooting stopped. No one moved for an uncomfortable amount of time. The Vex had frozen mid action, as if time had stopped on them and not on the Fireteam. They all slowly began to lower their weapons and turn to face the door, the key now seamlessly blended into its surface. A crack of light split from the floor and raced up the front of the door to the very top of its arch and faded out. Silently, and gently, it opened towards them.

Confused but relieved, the team stepped cautiously forward into the tower. A loud, otherworldly voice suddenly resounded through their heads and spoke only a single sentence.

“Welcome, and congratulations.”

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BLOOMING GARDENS

“Ah, Welcome my brother. It is good to finally have visitors here!” Saint-14 bellowed as the Titan approached. He held a pair of pruning shears and wore a musty apron that had been stained with years of soil and chlorophyll.

“Hello Saint. This garden is incredible I had no idea it was up here.” The Ghost spoke for his Titan who seemed a bit lost in the moment at the spectacle before him. It was tucked away on a rooftop of the tower and required some considerable side-tracking in order to find.

“Very few know if its existence. It is a well-kept secret in the Vanguard. I take it Shaxx told you how to find us here?” Saint laughed as he spoke. It was a hearty and full laugh that felt genuine in every respect. “You must have really done something to get on his good side for him to slip like this.”

All around them the rooftop garden bloomed. Roses of every color, fully thorned and healthy. Daisies and Daffodils in neat and tidy rows, winter perennials sat peacefully still waiting for their season to show off their colors. Even some off-world flora was tucked into the corners of planters. A truly immaculately kept garden, right under everyone’s noses.

“He made us promise not to tell anyone, even you, Sir.” Ghost admitted. He looked down at his Guardian who still seemed awestruck by it all.

“Hah Ha of course he did. Very well then. How can we help you, young Titan?” Saint resumed his pruning of a yellow rose bush, gently and methodically clipping errant leaves and stems and gathering them into tidy piles.

Ghost bumped his guardian’s helmet to snap him out of it, “Oh uh. I’ve come for some advice. But I wanted to ask it outside of the eyes and ears of others.” The Titan spoke with quickening resolve.

“Advice? For What?”

“Advice about Stasis. And the Darkness.”

Saint paused a moment. “Why do you ask this?”

“I’ve learned how to control it and it’s affecting how I feel about the light. I feel as though the darkness and the light are fighting within me but I don’t feel… worried about it. Just calm. I wonder if my experience with the darkness has ...tainted... my light.” The Titan shuffled uncomfortably. “You’re wiser and more experienced than many. What are your thoughts?”

A pigeon fluttered down from a nearby wire and landed next to Saint. He chuckled a little, reaching into a pouch and pulled a few breadcrumbs out for the bird. “More experienced maybe. Wiser? I am not sure of this.” The Hulking titan stood up to his full height. “You still breathe, yes?”

“I do sir.” The titan stiffened a little at the question.

“This bird here,” He gestured at the pigeon blissfully pecking at the stone ground where it had just finished eating the breadcrumbs. “Do you wish to kill him in this instant?”

Startled by the accusation, both the Titan and his Ghost blurted out simultaneously “NO. I would never, sir.”

“Why not? He is defenseless, weak, and unaware. You have the upper hand on your foe. Why not take it?” Saint spoke sternly.

“…sir?”

“Guardian, will you strike this bird?”

“Is that an order?”

“No, it is not an order.” It was hard to tell if Saint was serious. His tone and thick accent always suggested he was.

The duo paused, deeply confused by the exchange. “Then of course we wouldn’t. It’s just a pigeon. It’s not dangerous.”

“Exactly. It is not dangerous.” Saint stooped and clipped one of the yellow roses at the base and held it out to the titan. “You feel compassion for this bird, yes?”

“I think so? It’s just a bird, sir.” The titan accepted the rose.

“Then you are fine.” Saint turned back to his gardening. “Do not worry about your new power from the pyramids. That flower is beautiful, yes? It has petals and it has thorns. It uses the thorns to ward off danger and the flower petals to bring insects to feed them. It has both good and bad parts in itself.”

“I’m not quite sure I follow.” The Titan said while inspecting the flower.

“As long as you choose to defend innocent and weak creatures and defeat those that seek to harm them, you will be fine. As long as you choose the light, Titan, it matters not what tools you use.” Saint’s tone shifted slightly. “A flower does good for a garden. Even if it has thorns.”

“The Warlock in our Fireteam said the same thing.” The Titan said in monotone.

“Your Warlock friend is smart then. Warlocks are all very smart.” Saint reported with an amused tone. He pulled a second rose from the bush with is bare hands, carefully snapping the stem to prevent tearing. “We fight the darkness. It is our duty. To fight the darkness, and to protect the people of the city. If the Darkness is foolish enough to give us tools we can use against it, that is its own mistake.” He gently tied the second rose to the ghost’s shell. “Bring that flower to Lord Shaxx and tell him that he is over watering his tulips.”

The duo stepped back a little and watched as more pigeons began to land in paths of the garden.

“Thank you, Saint.” The Titan spoke. “I value your wisdom.”

“Be careful you two. Always choose the light. NEVER give up hope. Now be on your way, I will see you In the Trials this week.”

The Titan and his Ghost turned and headed down the stairs, flowers in hand. Saint walked to the ledge to look out over the city and exhaled deeply. Geppetto, his ghost, appeared next to him.

“Do you think they will stay true? Even with the power of the darkness?”

“This I do not know. We can only hope.”

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TYRANT

Come gather round ye children, young and old and well

Hear the tale of ruin gods, among us they do dwell

In iron peaks and iron halls, watchful of us all

Be good unto eachother, lest ruin gods will call

The risen men and womenfolk, alive but also dead

Spot them by the glowing ghosts floating ‘round their heads

No memry to be spoken of, no past they can attest

Fear them, little children, for the Tyrants do not rest

And if you see a Tyrant, tread lightly don’t ignore

They rule the land with iron fist, together iron lords

Do as they say, you must be brave, be vigilant, be strong

So steel your heart inside your chest, sing bravery’s warm song

Remember dearest children, steel and iron are not friends

Keep your steel, beat the iron, beat until it bends

They may be gods, but gods can pass, and fight and die as men

Just remember should you fight, they will come back again

So once again I ask of you, be good to one another

We are but mortal humanfolk, mothers sisters brothers

The ruin gods are not our kings, do not believe their lies

Steel will break their iron, gods and men will always die

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BEYOND STASIS

The Titan sat inside of a Vex prison matrix, glittering white numbers and patterns flowed like the radiolaria all around him.

“Think Guardian. Think. How can we get out of here?” the Ghost flew circles around the cube interior, stopping briefly to scan bit-strings every once in a while. It had been several days and none of their distress signals seemed to be making it through the matrix walls.

“I. Don’t. Know. For the millionth time, I don’t know. I’ve tried everything that I can think of and this field is suppressing my light. Any word from the rest of the fireteam?” He was frustrated and was taking no steps to hide it. He hated cages. Always had. The feeling of being trapped and involuntarily anchored into something was oppressive and terrifying to the Titan.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s just static in every direction, every coordinate, every... everything.” Ghost sounded dejected. “You’re sure you can’t use your light? I don’t feel disconnected in here. I could probably bring you back if you died.”

“Positive. But fine, I’ll humor you. Again.” The Titan readied his fists and struck the vex metal floor below his feet with every ounce of strength he had.

-thud-

“Nothing.” The Titan was wringing his hands. He may have broken one of his fingers.

“How about Stasis?” Ghost asked warily.

“I don’t know if that will work either but sure. Why not...” The Titan barked sarcastically and summoned perfect crystals of frost over his hands. He slammed them into the ground and with a loud glacial roar, ice erupted from beneath them, promptly pinning the both of them into the ceiling of their prison cube.

“Great Idea, Ghost..” The Titan choked the words out.

“Yeah.. my bad. Note to self. Vex tech does not respond well to stasis.”

“You think?”

“Sorry...”

A minute or so passed before the crystals disassembled themselves into infinitely smaller pieces until they vanished completely, freeing the duo from their self-imposed predicament within a predicament.

One of the Wyverns that had captured them approached the prison cube with curiosity, cocking it’s head back and forth at the sight of the stasis crystals vanishing. It chimed a few industrial sounding calls to the other vex in the room who didn’t seem as interested in the prison.

“When I get out of here, I swear, that chicken is dead. I’m cutting its head off.” The Titan was seething.

“Hey careful now. You need to keep your cool. Getting mad isn’t going to help us get out of here faster.” Ghost was concerned, but mostly for his Guardians safety.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!? HUH?” The Titan was yelling. “WHAT IF GETTING ANGRY IS THE ANSWER“

“Guardian, getting angry like this only brings you closer to the dark and you’re still so new to this power. Calm yourself. Embrace the stillness and patience. We will get out of here eventually.”

“EMBRACE THE STILLNESS MY - WAIT.... wait.... what was that you said?” The Titan stopped himself mid-scream and began to ponder.

Surprised by his own success, Ghost replied. “I uhh. well... ohm... Embrace the stillness and patience? Like Elisabeth said to do?”

Several more vex had approached and were watching them through the wall of lights now. Expressionless, but observant.

“Like Elisabeth said to do.. For stasis..” The Titan pointed at the ghost as he spoke. “We were in trouble. Eramis was killing me, and I embraced the aspects of stasis within myself and began to control it.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.. What are you suggesting, Guardian?” Ghost was cautiously flying around his Titan.

“I’m saying, what if there is more. Stasis works in here, but it is limited to me. What if there is more power within each of us that comes from the darkness that we can use.”

“.... I... I don’t like this idea.” Ghost backed away

He took a deep, slow breath, “I can feel it.. Tied to anger, imbalance. There’s something here...” The Titan spoke to himself and closed his eyes as he focused. “I can feel... something... powerful... chaotic... it is terrifying.... and..”

“...Guardian... please... whatever you’re doing.. it’s scaring me..”

“....it’s beautiful...”

The Titan’s eyes lit up a deep red hue. The air around his body began to quiver and vibrate as if the atoms themselves had come alive. He reached his hands up above him and slowly closed his fists around themselves as if he were grasping onto a ledge that no one could see.

“Guardian... what have you done?”

In a swift motion, the Titan slammed his fists once again into the floor, but this time the ground split wide and the immense rumble of an earthquake began to grip the entire building. The Vex that had captured them began panicking and desperately held onto computers and contraptions as the ground shook violently. The Wyvern who had been watching them earlier fell to its knees and began to crumple under its own weight, slowly crushing itself into a dense pile of organic metal no more than a few inches tall.

Then another, and then another. One by one, each of the Vex was crushed by its own weight as if they suddenly had the mass of a neutron star, the pillars of the prison cube toppled and shattered but the pieces floated through the air as if they weighed nothing at all. Bits of the demolished floor wafted through the vibrating air like feathers on a stream while larger pieces sunk down into the ground itself, flattening like liquid iron in a kiln.

The Prison Cube’s light walls sputtered out, and the Titan lifted his fists from the earth, each had sunk a few inches down as if they had been pressed into soft sand and left perfect imprints of his knuckles. The earthquake stopped, and the floating particles fell back under gravity’s command.

After a considerable pause, Ghost turned to his now freed Guardian and spoke simply. “What was that..”

“I’m not sure.” The Titan’s tone had returned to normal. The rage seemingly gone from his eyes. “And I don’t think I should do that again..”

The two took a moment to survey the utterly destroyed room.

“I wholeheartedly agree. Let’s never do that again.”

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TRIAD

“So how’s the city treatin’ you?” The Exo asked.

“It’s massive. I’ve never seen anything like it.” The man spoke with enthusiasm. They were standing in a crowd watching an awoken woman display her skills with her light. Flashes of void energy firing from her fingers and exploding into brilliant bolts of deep purple hue. Three individuals stood on the overhang and watched, a heavily armored man with blue skin, a tall woman with an elegant robe, and a cloaked exo with a center-horn.

“Who are they?” He asked his new friend. “I was told to come here when I approached the city gates but they didn’t say anything else.”

“You don’t know? They’re the Vanguard. They run the place.” The Exo sounded excited. “You’re a Titan, right?”

“Yes I think so. It’s what my Ghost calls me.” The man replied.

“Well, T, I’m gonna call you T.” She slapped him on the back and then pointed up at the Triad on the terrace, “That blue guy in the middle? He’s Zavala, the Titan Vanguard. He’s gonna be your boss.”

“My Boss? For What?” The man sounded genuinely confused.

“For your Guardian duties! Didn’t your ghost tell you anything? We’re gonna be Guardians of the Last Safe City! Those three up there built this thing from the ground up and we’ve been chosen by that big Floaty Orb there in the sky! All of the remaining humans on earth rely on us to keep the city safe!” She gestured wildly as she spoke. A veritable ball of pure energy. “And that Hooded Guy up there? He’s gonna be MY boss. I’m so excited.”

“You’re paraphrasing WAY too much there, hunny.” Her gold-shelled ghost appeared suddenly and turned to the man’s own ghost, “What did you tell him anyway? He seems lost.”

“He’s already died a few times and I only found him a few months ago. We’ve been taking it a day at a time.” His Ghost confided.

“Has he used any powers yet? You’re sure he’s a Titan?”

“Positive. We had a run in on the Tangled Shore a couple weeks ago and he punched a hole through a fallen’s chest with arc energy.”

“Yep. Titan for sure. Congrats!” the Gilded ghost beeped and spun her shell.

“Warlock” One of the voices of the Triad spoke down to the awoken woman who had finished her routine with the void. “Please report to the Vanguard’s Tower tomorrow morning. Thank you for the demonstration.” The Awoken woman bowed and returned to the crowd as people cheered.

The Vanguard Captain on the terrace spoke, “Are there other New Lights who wish to introduce themselves?”

“OH YEAH! I DO! HUNTER TIME BABY!” The Exo shouted and skipped to the middle of the plaza supported by the welcoming cheers and laughter of the audience. The warm midday sunlight of the summer made the turquoise anodizing of her chassis gleam brightly. “I am a Hunter.” She announced with pride, “Allow me to demonstrate.” She saluted to the Hooded Exo above her.

In a very rehearsed and elegant motion, the new hunter summoned 6 daggers of light energy and cast them into the air as high as she could. As they reached the apex of their arcs and gravity began to pull them back to the earth, she summoned a fiery pistol from her hip and in one swift motion shot each of the six daggers before they hit the ground. Each one exploded into a shower of golden sparks as it did.

The audience roared with excitement as the hunter then proceeded to leap and summersault around the plaza with practiced grace and methodical accuracy.

“This is incredible.” The man reacted to his Ghost. “I want to be able to do that.”

“You’ll likely NOT be able to do that.” His Ghost beeped with a humorous tone, “You can, however, do some other very unique things that she cannot do.”

“I hope so.” He confided.

By now, the self-proclaimed Hunter was taking grandiose bows before the noisy crowd and thanking them for their time. Through the cacophony Zavala’s voice could be heard, “Impressive, young Hunter. Report to the Vanguard tower first thing in the morning and – “ The Cloaked Exo next to him pulled him to the side slightly and whispered something to him. “- and.. uhh.. be prepared to educate your fellow Hunter recruits on how to ‘move like that’..?”

The crowd laughed some more.

The Hunter skipped back into the audience and jabbed the man in the ribs. “Your turn, T. Knock ‘em dead.”

Zavala’s voice once again called out, “Any other New Lights which to introduce themselves?”

“I will.” The man steeled himself for the crowd’s attention and stepped forward. All eyes were on him, and for the first time since his resurrection, not a single one of them meant him any harm.

“What are you, young man?” Zavala asked.

“I am a Titan.” He announced.

Zavala smiled and leaned forward against the railing.

“Show us then.”

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NIGHTMARE BEFORE DAWN

The Exo Hunter jolted awake and drew her knife from under her pillow. If her body had a heartbeat, it would be pounding. Her ghost sprung into readiness beside her

The Warlock in her bedroll on the other side of the yurt was already sitting up, wide eyed with reasonable amounts of fear and confusion. The hunter frantically looked around the room before locking eyes with her teammate, her metal body heaving rapidly with panicked, programmed breathing motions.

“Was it the tower again?” The warlock whispered softly. It wasn’t the first time she’d been woken by the Hunter’s Nightmares. The wind of the frozen moon outside hummed against the canvas of their shelter, making more than enough noise to keep the quiet at bay.

“HUH?!? WHAT?” The Hunter looked around and gradually came to realize that she had been dreaming. “Uhmmm. Yeah. I died. A Lot. There’s just… so many of them. I can’t ever win. I just can’t… get there….” She trailed off mid-sentence and fell back onto her bedroll, knife still in hand, her vocal modulator resumed snoring as it had been doing for the past few hours. Her Ghost, now fully awake, groaned and flew over to the warlock.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know what’s got into her recently. All Exos have nightmares about the tower but not every single night for a week. You deserve more sleep than you’re getting.”

“Oh it’s alright. She’s my friend. If my being here makes her feel safe enough to fall back asleep, then it’s just fine with me. I know she’d do the same for us.” She gestured out the airlocked entrance of the shelter towards the windy night air.

The warlock was a gentle one. Brilliant, devastatingly chaotic, and utterly unconquerable when she wanted to be. She was an invaluable member of the fireteam and though she begrudgingly acted as a healer in most raids, she took solace in the fact that she could lord her considerably lower death count over her friends because of it.

“Makes me wonder if opening the Crypt had anything to do with it.” The Ghost pondered. Her gilded shell orbited her core slowly as she spoke. “There were tons of creepy cryo-tanks with dead exo bodies all over the place while we were there. It would be traumatic for me if I had, you know, a soul. Not really sure what I’m made of to be honest.”

“Probably best not to think about it too much.” The Warlock responded. “Take care of your hunter for now. I’m going to check on the big guy. Can’t sleep anyway.”

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Outside the wind was bitter. The night sky was a deep rich blue color like that of wet azurite. Auroras snaked though the irradiated air and danced in fantastic patterns, shimmering like abalone. The Titan sat on a ball of snow he had rolled up himself and stared out at the frozen plain.

“A bit cold, eh?” the Warlock hummed through her insulated armor as she walked towards him.

“It’s manageable.” The Titan didn’t move as he responded. “Why are you awake? It’s not your shift for watch yet.”

“She had another one.” The Warlock exhaled with disappointment. “I think it’s been getting worse for her. I don’t know how to help.”

She stood next to the titan now. His armor bore a fine coating of frost from sitting out in the cold which gave his normally dingy plating an uncanny smoothness and sparkle. “I think it was the Crypt. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right.” He responded simply.

A moment passed in silence before the Warlock replied, “…. And?”

“What?”

“That’s all? Nothing to add? ‘I think you’re right’?” She harassed. “This isn’t like you. You’re a quiet person but you’re not curt and so easily agreeable like this. What’s up?”

“The Stasis. I think it’s affected me.” He said matter-of-factly.

“It’s affected all of us, Titan.” Her tone shifted to a more concerned one.

The Titan was unmoved. His body nearly rigid as he spoke, “I don’t feel the need to disagree. Simply to act. To not consider old grievance. The Perfect Stillness must be tempering my Celestial Flames.”

“Are you still with the Light?”

“… I am just calm.” The right-side sensory lights on his helmet blinked slowly and deliberately, the left side flickered and followed suit.

“Calm.” The Warlock said to herself. “I’m calm too. But I know where I stand.” Her resolve was visible to the titan even if he wasn’t looking at her.

“How do you know? All I feel is balance. All I feel is stillness. Who is right in this fight? What is ‘right’ and ‘wrong’? The Traveler? The Winnower? Creation is purposeless without endings and destruction is meaningless without things to destroy. One creates life, the other ends it.” The Titan had turned to face his comrade by now, no anger or confusion was present in his voice. “They are halves of the same coin, Warlock. I feel as though I am the metal that binds the two.”

The Warlock sighed and looked out at the tundra. After a long pause she spoke, “Our fight isn’t about right and wrong.” She took a deep breath. “Our fight is about the choice.”

The Titan’s head cocked slightly. “Explain.”

“It’s Equity.” She said with the enthusiasm of a professor. “We are those that toss the coin, not the coin itself. Tell me, do you feel the universe is balanced right now?’

“No, it is not balanced.”

“How do you know?”

“… I … I don’t know..” His stoicism finally showing signs of cracking.

“Balance isn’t about equality. Justice isn’t about similarity. Light and Dark aren’t about black and white.” Her speech gained in momentum. “Balance and calm come from Equity. We don’t use a hammer to swat a fly and we don’t use paper to put out fires. All things in the universe require different levels of attention, different levels of ‘justice’ to create or destroy them to the POINT of balance.” Her smile showed beneath her knit scarf. “Stasis is demanding. And right now, it is demanding your sense of emotion and purpose.”

“You’re saying I’m sick?” The Titan puzzled

“I’m saying that your sense of what ‘balance’ is, is wholly inaccurate. Let me put it this way.” The Warlock cast a bolt of glistening blue crystal at the snow before them, the structure was both jagged and perfectly fractaline.

“I’ve created with darkness.” She took a small bow, eliciting a chuckle from the Titan. “Watch as I destroy with light” She cast a small jet of solar fire at the crystal, which promptly bounced off and left the structure unharmed. “What’s this?!? It didn’t work!?” Her voice sputtered rich with satire. “bUt WhY?!?”

The Titan laughed. Her acting was terrible, but it didn’t matter to him.

“It didn’t work because it wasn’t about using a destructive force to nullify a creative one.” A few seconds later the crystal collapsed on itself into increasingly smaller and smaller shards until its memory had all but vanished from the snow. “It vanished on its own. Time was the only destructive factor, not light. Darkness created and neutrality destroyed. You still with me?”

“I think so. Equity in both sides. They’re not dependent on each other and they’re both capable of either role.” The Titan stood now, his back straight and he brushed some of the frost off him.

“You’re getting it.” The Warlock put an arm around the Titan. “Our job is to protect the people that cannot protect themselves, who cannot choose which side of the coin they see, and to apply creation OR destruction where it’s needed to keep those people safe. The Darkness seeks to destroy EVERYTHING. That’s not balance, that’s not equitable, that’s not half of one coin, that’s seeking to swallow the other side of the coin.”

“I see.” The Titan turned back to the arctic horizon before them. “Your insight is invaluable and I’m glad to have you here with me.”

“Focus on protecting those who need it. Leave the pondering for the Praxic nerds. Don’t let the Stasis consume you, it’s just another form of energy.” The Warlock turned towards the horizon as well. Sol began to ever so gently shift the hue of the night sky to a lighter blue as dawn approached.

“Focus on the sunrise.” The Warlock gestured forward. “And then go inside and warm up. I’ll cover the rest of your shift.”

“Thank you, my friend.” The Titan’s voice sounded warmer.

They stood and watched the sun rise slowly over the edge of the infinite ice. The Auroras faded as the atmosphere shifted through pastels of blue to rich green, to pink, and finally to white. It was beautiful.

EYE FOR AN EYE

Pain. A Deep ache permeated though his body with a particular emphasis on the left side of his head. Everything was bright and muffled.

The titan was looking up at the ceiling of the arena. He was pretty sure that he was unconscious a moment ago. Something must have hit him. The sounds of a crowd shouting in a language he did not recognize began to fade back into his awareness as the feeling in his limbs returned, inch by inch. He was laying on his back.

“Come on… get up!” The ghost blared from behind his cage. “GET UP GUARDIAN!”

“Quiet, little morsel.” A large three fingered hand patted the top of the cage. A raspy voice spoke through a respirator. “He needs to be tested. You’re the one who said he was fresh, remember?”

“This isn’t funny, Spider.” Ghost snapped. “If I can’t get to him, I won’t be able to resurrect him if you kill him. Let me go. Now.”

“No. Be patient. I want to see what your little fighter can do and if you can’t be patient, you can leave without him. A deal is a deal.” The overweight Eliksni leaned on his arc staff as he spoke. He was hobbled from years wandering and fighting on the Shore but his imposing presence more than made up for his lack of mobility.

“ughhhhhh FINE. GUARDIAN! GET UP!” The Ghost rattled against his cage and screamed.

The Titan righted himself on the dusty floor. He raised his hand to check why his head hurt so badly. A third of the left side of his helmet was battered. The damaged sensory lights flickered their reflections against his blood-soaked hand. Before him stood a hulking Eliksni. His upper arms raised high while his lower arms carried a large morning star.

“Oh..” The titan slowly stood up. “That must be what hit me.” He groaned to himself. The crowd was roaring and chanting in unison what he assumed must have been the Captain’s name. He looked around the brightly lit room and spied his Ghost on the upper balcony next to the Spider.

“Are you going to best my champion, lightbearer? Or do you submit to be under my… employment.?” The Spider growled down to the arena floor. He laughed as he spoke. Ghost had told him that Spider was a collector of valuable things and he might have equipment they could use on their journey to the “Last Safe City”. He hadn’t considered that he himself might be the valuable thing Spider wanted in exchange for the gear…

“I’d like my Ghost back now.” The Titan called up to the balcony. His body hurt so badly but he knew that if he fell, it wasn’t the end anymore. He had died a handful of times these past few months and was still getting used to that idea.

“So you submit?” Spider bellowed.

“No. I do not,” The Titan yelled back.

“Then we do not have a deal. Eye for an eye, lightbearer. You beat my champion, I let you keep the gear you ‘borrowed’ from me and go on your way. Or I keep what is mine and take what I’m owed.” Spider’s respirator hissed and crackled as he spoke.

Lightbearer. The Titan wasn’t quite used to the title either. “Fine.” He said to himself. “Then we shall all be blind together.

He knew it wouldn’t kill him. At least, not forever. Only temporarily. It would probably hurt a lot though.

The lights began to grow brighter. Small pops of blue-green arc energy began to snap into existence around the Titan. As he stepped towards the colossal Fallen in the arena his body electrified. The sand under his feet melted and turned to glass leaving translucent footprints as he walked. The lights grew brighter still as the room started to grow quiet with concern, the air visibly filled with pockets of lightning.

“I”

Each step was followed by the rumble of distant thunder.

“WANT”

He began running at the Captain. The thunder rolled in a crescendo.

“MY”

The lights were blinding, and every bystander’s hair stood on end.

“GHOST!!”

The Titan leapt at the captain, fist raised, propelled by the impossible lightning and the snapping bolts of purest plasma. As his fist connected with the Captain’s chest, the Arc Energy exploded out of them both. All of the lights in the arena blew out and the room was now all but blackened by the explosion.

Screams and audible gasps came from the Eliksni audience. They began scrambling over one another for the exits. In the pale purple starlight that bled through the stadium’s rusted walls and ceiling, the smoldering body of the captain lay splayed out like a game animal. A hole the size of a cannonball clean through his torso, the edges of which still sparked faintly and glowed from the heat.

The titan rose up from the sandy floor, shaking and ragged with barely enough energy left to stand. As the minutes passed and the roar of the fleeing crowd died out, the building was left silent. The damaged human stood alone.

Slow, deliberate claps from the balcony broke the quiet. “Bravo.” Spider spoke to the darkened room. “Magnificent.”

“My Ghost, Spider.” The Titan held out his hand.

“Of course. A Deal is a deal, my friend.” He grabbed the Ghost’s cage and lazily tossed it to the sandy floor of the arena with one of his lower arms as he clapped. “I think you and I could make excellent business partners in the future, don’t you agree?”

The Titan walked slowly to his companion’s electrified cage and snapped the lock. His ghost immediately flew out.

“No. I don’t agree.” The Titan breathed as he collapsed. His body fell upon itself and lay for a moment. His eyes closed and a wave of exhaustion washed over him as he died.

“We’re through here Spider. Goodbye.” Ghost expanded and his light cast upon his dead guardian. A moment passed before the Titan’s eyes opened again and he rolled over.

“I’m still not used to it.” He sputtered, coughing the dust out of his lungs. “What’s that now, 6? 7 times?”

Ghost looked down at his now resurrected guardian and confided, “It’s better if you don’t keep count.”

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DEAREST WISH

“If you could have anything you wanted. What would it be?” The Hunter asked the Warlock.

“Anything? Come on now, that’s not realistic and you know it. Give me some parameters.” The Warlock was fiddling with the safety latch of her sidearm and sitting cross legged on the crystal floor. The Wall of Wishes stood before them.

“ANYTHING. It’s wish-magic, ‘lock, there’s no rules.” The Hunter raised her arms with excitement as she spoke. “I’d want a magic knife. One that comes back to me after I’ve thrown it.” She pretended to throw her very non-magical knife at the wall, her eye closed as if she was lining up her shot.

“That’s it? A Knife? You just said we could have anything.” The warlock looked up. “I feel like you could aim a bit higher.”

“A magic knife counts as anything. So how about it ‘lock? Whatcha wish for?” The hunter sat down beside the warlock, spinning her knife between her fingers.

“Ugh fine. I’d want the Last City to be truly safe. No more siege attempts by Fallen or Cabal or anything. I want to have to stop protecting the damn thing all the time.” The Warlock looked frustrated, but it was true. The “Last Safe City” wasn’t exactly very safe these days.

“Aww how noble.” The Hunter teased. “You lookin’ to take Ikora’s place in the vanguard and get a medal for being a goodie goodie?” She jabbed her fireteam member with her elbow and the two laughed quietly.

“How about you T? Whatcha want in your deepest darkest desires?” The hunter shouted out to the Titan who until now had been struggling to read a series of code diagrams for the wall.

“Some help from you two, ideally.” He spoke to the cave as a whole. “I’d like to get through this in a timely manner.”

“Ah you’re no fun. Fine I’ll help.” The hunter and warlock stood and approached the armored human. “What’s that you’ve got there?” They asked in unison.

“Some sort of map I think. I don’t understand any of it.” The titan said. He held the code sheet away from his face like it smelled horribly. “I don’t know what this symbol means.”

“It corresponds with the plates on the wall. You’ve used the wall before, right?” The warlock asked.

“I’ve read reports, though I lack the practical application.” He admitted as he handed the sheet to her.

“Well it’s simple.” The warlock whipped her sidearm up to a ready position, “Point, shoot, and match the symbols.” She squeezed the trigger and the crack of her weapon echoed through the quartz cavern. The image of a snake curled around itself fizzled into being on one of the plates. “You can handle instructions that simple, can’t you Titan?”

“I can. And I take slight offense.” He ordered as he snatched the sheet back from her. “I hate this stigma of us Titans being apes. I’m an educated man. I’ve studied philosophy and infiltration tactics.”

“We know.” The hunter and warlock spoke in unison. “That’s why we keep you around, T” the hunter assured with a smile “It’s all just jokes, man. You’ve got to work on your sense of humor”.

The three each took aim and fired at different plates. The deafening noise would ricochet around the room but seemed not to venture too far away. The dreaming city was always a little strange like that.

“But really, how about it? What’s your wish, Titan?” the Hunter asked between shots.

“To survive. To protect. To fight for those who cannot.” He lowered his rifle. The pattern before them was now finished. All that remained was to stand on the glowing portal in the center of the room.

“What’s with you two? So noble. Live a little, guys.” The hunter teased them as she stepped into the portal. Her body vanished silently in front of them.

The Warlock stepped forward and then turned to the Titan’s Ghost. “Is he telling the truth? To fight and survive and protect and all that?” The Ghost beeped with pride at the question.

“Of Course! My Guardian rarely lies and is the bravest person I’ve ever met. Uh – no offense, Ma’am.”

“None taken,” The warlock smiled. “You do have a good one. Let’s get this done, shall we? Stick close to us after you go through. There’s going to be a very, VERY large taken ogre on the other side and he’s a grumpy one.” She stepped into the portal and her own ghost materialized for just a moment as she did.

“This is gonna be fuunnn!” Her ghost sang as it vanished.

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Now alone, the titan stepped forward. He looked down at the portal, then up at the glittering walls of the cave, taking in the quiet moment before entering a wholly new experience. Those don’t happen too often when you’re immortal.

“You were telling the truth, right?” Inquired his Ghost.

“Yes.” The Titan said with resolve. “I’d also wish for a new Rocket Launcher if I could. One that tracks and loads itself when I’ve stowed it.” He smiled as he spoke. He did love his weapons. “And a fried chicken sandwich from the farm. Tyra can really cook up a good one.”

“Food and guns, huh?”

“Food and guns.” They laughed.

As they stepped into the portal, the lights around them grew brighter and they began to hear quiet unintelligible whispers. The others had said that this happens. The Ghost whispered back, quietly to himself so that his Guardian wouldn’t hear him.

“I wish I knew if he was telling the truth.”

Suddenly the room went black, and the Ghost was alone.

A low, clear, hissing voice whispered in the blackness:

Your wish is my command, O seeker mine.

Blinding light surrounded him once again. Ghost blinked his optical sensor rapidly. His Guardian was beside him and a MASSIVE ogre slept at the foot of the building in front of them. The other fireteam members seemed impatient.

“About time, T” The Hunter cooed. “You good to go?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” The titan said. Ghost looked down at him, confused as to what had happened. He wondered whether or not the guardian had experienced the same thing.

“Uhhm yes. Yes!” Ghost straightened his shell and decided he would talk to his guardian later.

“We’re ready.”

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