remnants of light prologue
Ash filled the air as 3 guardians reached the top of the Last City’s Wall. Their armor dirty and blood soaked; their bodies sore, beaten and battered, but not broken. Their will battle-tested and still holding strong. Their latest battle won, but one small battle in the midst of a massive war feels almost insignificant in the least. The lead guardian, a warlock, his helmet cracked as he looked up at the sky filled with ships of all different races fighting against each other. The Hive’s Tomb Ships firing at both the Cabal Carriers and the Fallen Ketch, the Cabal sending drop ships and pods to the ground, the Guardian ships and Fallen Skiffs working together to fight the oncoming onslaught turning the sky into a spectrum of colors he would have thought beautiful at one time, but not anymore. Not when he saw which ships were falling, even with the Eliksni’s forces fighting together it wasn't enough. The sky rained fire and the warlock’s gaze lowered to what was below them, the old tower he once walked on and looked out from, had fallen on the city below joining it in its burning. The city was a battlefield filled with the Hive, Cabal, and Fallen battling against one another and even the Vex were spotted amongst the chaos while the humans and remaining Guardians were caught right in the middle. The last and only home they had known was falling.
The warlock looked back to his fireteam, his trusted friends those he had spent years fighting alongside with, a faint smile crept on his metallic face. From the first awakening in the Cosmodrome, to the Black Garden and into the Vault of Glass, along with aiding the Reef’s Queen with the wolves. He reminisces over the memories of helping Eris avenge her fireteam from Crota and slaying his father Oryx when he arrived with his Dreadnaught and army of taken warriors. He looks to one of his friends carrying a sword that had been gifted to them by Lord Saladin for putting an end to Siva and so much more. He and his team had fought through it all dying time and time again, losing friends to the forces of the dark. His gaze returned forward, not to the city, but to the thing that they had trusted in, the thing that had given them hope and the longer he looked at it the more his smile faded. The Traveler had failed. Above the Traveler was the Pyramid that was discovered on the moon hovering above humming with its dark power, summoning what most had come to call nightmares. These were enemies they had once defeated now returned to settle the score, to end what they started and this time the warlock was certain they would. The warlock’s thoughts were interrupted as a hand rested on his shoulder, he looked to his right seeing his fireteam member. The titan of their team, hard headed and a damned mountain with legs if he's ever met one told him, “Don't worry boss we've faced worse odds before.” The titans words did raise his spirit a little, but not much. Another weight rested on his left shoulder and the warlock looked to the left seeing the hunter of their team. A trouble maker and a skilled marksman.
“Yeah, if anything we’ll just do what we always do...” the hunter was silent for a while tilting his head before chuckling, “...but I guess we’ll have to do it this time without dying again!” The hunters grip tightened on the warlocks shoulder, “If we're lucky maybe the Traveler will pull one last ace it's been hiding out to save the day.” The hunters gaze changed from the warlock to the Traveler and the other two guardians did the same. All three of them looked at its peak and in unison took deep breaths before readying their weapons and moved forward towards the final battle. Towards their final triumph. Towards their final strike against the darkness.