I felt bad about splitting all four parts of the story up and then abandoning it before the epilogue. So, I finished the Khvostov legacy by putting this together. Enjoy! I stumbled between stopped cars on the highway. Each one had at least one corpse in it, with shock pistol rounds in their body. I thought about how this would be me in a few hours. Just as I was pondering my death, a searing pain extended through my back. The wire rifle shot was really getting to me, I thought. I put my father's trusty rifle next to a crate and sat down next to it. As my vision grew dimmer, I remembered how this all came to be, just five short years ago.... I was eight years old. Just a few minutes ago my father said goodbye. Little did I know that this was the last I'd see of him. I lived in a small village with small stone streets and a huge cathedral. Big as it was, it was dwarfed by the size of the project going on just a few miles north. The Wall was being built, with less than a mile of wall left to be completed. Almost everyone in the village worked on it, including my father. As I was playing catch with my friend Bryan, a huge rumbling sound filled the air. I looked towards The Wall as huge sections fell away from it. I ran back towards the house. My mother emerged, her eyes filled with tears. Before she said anything, I knew the problem. My father was dead. I was twelve. My father had been dead for four years, and the progress on The Wall that was lost was still not replaced. But, as sad as I was, I was still only a child. I went over to the cathedral to talk to Father Nathaniel, my good friend and pastor. As I stepped in, I tripped over a suitcase. I got up, and in big bold letters the suitcase said: FATHER NATHANIEL. I looked up from the suitcase, just to see Father Nathaniel staring down at me with a sad look on his face. "The Devils are coming, boy." He said. Surprised, I said, "Devils?" Father Nathaniel sadly chuckled. "No, no. Not followers of Satan. Strange creatures with no interest but to kill. This is why I will leave." He picked up his suitcase and headed to the door. "Be prepared, boy." he said. "Be prepared." Stupefied, I walked back towards my house. As I opened the door, a sound familiar to the sound of a launching space shuttle surprised me. I looked upwards, and a huge, brown ship flew over me. My mother opened the door. "Get your father's rife," She said. "We're under attack." I can recall very clearly what happened after that. I ran out of the house just as a spider-like walker burst through it. A tank rolled down Second Street, and it fired its cannon at the walker. The walker exploded. If my mother wasn't dead before, she was dead now. Another huge ship flew by, dropping alien soldiers with glowing blue eyes. I pulled the trigger on the gun and held it. By the time the cartridge was empty, all of the aliens were dead, with holes in their bodies. So these were the devils that Father Nathaniel was talking about. I thought. I looked down at their bodies. But how many are there? I heard the same sound that the first ship made. But... Bigger. I looked up, and saw what I now know is a Ketch, the home of a very large group of fallen. The soldiers rushed me and the rest of the survivors into a truck, and drove us towards The Wall. In a big, gruff, voice, the driver said, "We are going to a base camp. You will live there until they find us." I wondered how long that would be... As soon as we got to the camp, one guard eyed my Father's rifle. "You look a little young to be using that, son." He said. "It's my Father's." I replied. "If you're gonna survive out there, you'd better learn how to use that thing." The guard beckoned for me to follow him. We walked into a building with targets all around the room. "Here ya go." He said. "Now start training!" From that moment on, I went to the target room every day to be trained by the guard. But after almost a year of being at the camp, the Fallen found us. I was thirteen, and the rifle felt weightless in my hand. As I walked towards the target room, the large ship that I saw before flew overhead. "That's a Ketch." the guard said. "It's the Fallen's base on wings. It's come for us." "What? Fallen? Ketch? Base on wings?" "Don't you worry about names." the guard said. "Just RUN!" I ran for hours and hours, with my friend the guard right behind me. I shot at the Fallen when I needed to, and we kept running until we reached the highway. Hundreds of Fallen camped on the bridge. "The only way to kill them all is to use explosives." The guard said as he pulled C4 out of his backpack. "But you won't make it out!" I insisted. "Don't worry." the guard said. "It's about you now." Carefully, he placed the explosives on the bridge. No Fallen noticed, until a huge sword-wielding Captain spotted the guard. He jumped towards him, and the bridge exploded. "NO!" I shouted. "No! Not another death! No. No..." A Fallen approached behind me, and shot me with his Wire Rifle. I turned around and emptied the cartridge into his body. And that's how I got here. I told myself. And it's all going to end now... My limbs went limp and my vision went black. It's the end... But little did I know that there are no ends. Only beginnings. "Okay, I need to find you a weapon before the Fallen find us." A small white creature zooms into view, followed by a tall, armored soldier. The pair continue until they find my father's rifle. "Here! I found a rifle! Grab it!" the creature says. The soldier grabs the weapon and runs through a doorway. Finally, I serve a purpose. Tell your own tales on the Order of the Risen forum! [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1068595[/url]