Little Light
This was a short little drabble I wrote after completing the Beta for Destiny 2 however I never got around to posting it anywhere so why not post it here. Basically it takes place right after the guardian falls from the ship only they don’t wake up 3 days later, they wake up sooner.
"You're light...is mine."
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The first thing I feel is the shock that I survived the fall. Not unscathed of course, I know there are plenty of broken bones, a concussion, maybe worse.
Probably worse.
My head is pounding, so definitely a concussion. I get my sense of hearing back before sight. There is the crackling of fire, guns, buildings falling apart. I think I could hear shouts in the distance, but I'm not sure. Slowly opening my eyes I take in my surroundings as best I can. There is rubble all around me. I need to move. I focus on my breathing and allow my body to take in the shock and pain.
I need my ghost. Where is- Oh my god! My ghost, they need me more than I need them. They collapsed on the ship and then fell off! I sat up fast only to fall back down from the pain. The black swarming my eyes wins and I am lost again to the world of darkness.
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Nothing has changed when I open my eyes again. The fight is still raging on. With what little strength I have, I roll myself over on to my stomach. This time removing my helmet. Now I can see the area behind me, and to my delight but also my worry, I see my ghost lying on the ground ten feet away. I know that it is my ghost because I designed their current shell. I have to reach them, they need me. I go to move and stand but I can't. That’s when fear and panic begin to set in as I realize I can no longer feel my legs. The shock must have kept me from realizing the first time I woke up. I cry over the thought of not being able to walk but at the same time I know I'm not making it out alive so I don’t let myself cry for long.
I am left with only one way to get to my ghost now. I use my arms and start to drag myself, feeling the pain throughout my body, the part of my body I can still feel. As I am dragging myself I start to wonder what other injuries I might have if I didn't even know I couldn't feel my legs. But then it's probably for the best if I don't know right now. Focus on my ghost and then myself.
What feels like hours but is probably only a few minutes, I reach my ghost.
"Wake up." I whisper to my best friend but I know my words are not heard for only half of them remains. I pick up my ghost and roll on to my back, allowing myself to cry once more. My ghost is gone and others might be too with the sudden loss of light. Guardians had already died before me today and now more will die without their light… without their ghosts. I pull my ghost close to my chest, accepting that he’s gone, that he isn’t waking up. "Oh little light...I'm so sorry. We did good, all the way to the end." An empty feeling sets in and I know it’s the end for me or at least it will be soon. I am light headed so it must mean I'm dying from blood loss or maybe it is some trauma to my head. I don't really care at this point. I can only hope that the others figure out that I got the shield off of that damn ship. Ghaul will not win, the Vanguard will make sure of it, I know they will, they won’t abandon the Traveler.
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I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been laying here but it’s been at least an hour maybe more. I started coughing up blood not too long ago, that definitely doesn’t look good for me. The city is still crumbling, people are still shouting and I’m lying here unable to help.
"Over here! There's a guardian! Hurry!" A voice shouts, I didn't recognize their voice. “They’re injured pretty badly hurry!” Don't bother, I want to shout but I'm practically choking on blood, I can't speak. I'm surprised I made it this long. I'm not a guardian who will survive today. But others will and they will win this fight, save the traveler, save the ghosts, save tomorrow. Someone appears in my vision but their face is blurry.
"Look at me, guardian!" The person instructs, I think it's another guardian, their hands are on either side of my face. "We're getting you some help. Just hold on." Let me go. I can't even fight anymore. The Guardian spoke again, this time more calmly. "The Commander said some more evac ships are on the way. See help is coming." I shake my head slowly, unable to disagree verbally. They must finally realize I'm a lost cause because they pull me into a hug and I do my best to hug back but I can only manage to barely move one arm. “It’s ok, I’ll stay with you.” They whisper. I'm thankful I’m not alone but they're the last person I'll ever see. Tears begin to fall from pain and relief.
The final thing I do is smile.
I have been reacquainted with death and I greet it as an old friend.