[u]Introduction[/u] Most of us guardians remember the battered and broken auto rifle we got at the beginning of our journeys to thwart the darkness, and save earth, and its forgotten colonies form its minions. But many dismantled it without thinking as soon as they received their shiny new primary weapon from the tower gunsmith, we never thought anything of it. With the cracked sight and low damage value we saw it as just an insignificant part in our overall experience as guardians, and I don't blame you I am guilty of the same thoughts. But now I am here to tell all of you the large story behind that little rifle that marked the beginning of all guardians out there today fighting back the darkness. Chapter one: Super heroes He was bleeding out fast, and couldn't stop it, the freezing Russian air didn't help his condition either. Pain surged through his body with every step as the two shock rounds in his gut shifted, mangling his insides even further. He knew he was going to die...and he was alright with it, he knew he had done his part. But no one would know of his heroic deeds, no one would know that he had saved entire planet from complete extinction. A pang of regret fired off in his mind, he wished he was able to dodge those two shock pistol rounds that fatally wounded him, then maybe he would have been able to tell the guardians he envied and looked up to, of his actions, and then they would respect him, regard him as one of their own even though he was not born one. The large silhouette of the Wall stood tall in the distance like one huge mountain range, it stretched across the horizon marking the end of the Cosmodrome and the beginning of the safety of the City. His mind drifted even further, he dreamt of his childhood, the small settlement where he grew up sitting only few miles outside of the Wall, they were fairly protected from the savage fallen by the guardians that regularly stopped by to restock ammo or just rest for a few days.He remembered being mesmerized by the countless number of gaurdians he had seen come and go.Every time one stopped by he felt the same feeling, complete awe and admiration for these noble warriors, the bravest of the brave, toughest of the tough, they were his childhood super heroes. Him and the other children in the settlement made up stories about the gaurdians, they pretended they were gaurdians they ran around the block making gun noises and pretend shooting at the adults as if they were minions if the dark. He grew up thinking the gaurdians were gods, all powerful forces of nature that saved everyone and could not be stopped, but when his father died that all changed. He was young, only 7 or 8 on that fateful day when a scavenging group of fallen was spotted heading straight for them. They were no doubt looking to pillage their homes and kill every last one of them in the process. But they weren't completely defenseless against the advancing attackers, over the years the settlers managed to gather stock of weapons to be used if they were needed. They weren't particularly worried, the Fallen force looked small only about 20 to 25 foot soldiers, 1 Capitan, and 2 pikes. They sent out a distress signal to any guardians in the area just to be safe but they underestimated their enimies... The Fallen were swift, they hit hard and fast, breaking down the settlement gates in 5 minutes flat. All that he heard that night as he huddled in the back room of his house with his mother were the deathly screams of the men and women who tried to fight off the attackers, his father being one of them. He could hear explosion, the cracks of the Fallen weapons as they hunted down the last remaining defenders, he smelled smoke, and heard shrieks of pain from the people burning alive in their houses...Then there was silence, a morbid silence that signified the death of the settlement. It seemed to last forever. Gaurdians finally arrived after 40 minutes but the damage had been done. They flushed out the Fallen forces with no problem then began searching for survivors. A tall hunter burst through the door to their house holding a menacing auto rifle in her right hand , and a bloody knife in the other. She searched around the house until she came upon him and his mother crouching in the back room. When his mother saw the guardian the tight grip she had on him relaxed and sighed in relief, she then layed down on the floor and started to weep uncontrollably. The gaurdian tried to comfort her. "Everything gunna be alright miss," she said. But it was no use. He darted outside to see what the Fallen had done.All around him there was death, charred homes with bodies inside, corpses laid everywhere. He looked around frantically searching for his father but only found what he had most feared, his father lay lifeless just a few meters in front of him, he realized that the night while walking in the ashes of the dead that the guardians were not gods, they couldn't save everyone and he hated them for it....His mind snapped back into reality as something scurried about in the shadows of the Old Russian wasteland. It was getting dark which meant the Fallen scavengers would soon be upon him and he had to get to the wall, so he trudged on.... Afterword If you have made it this far and read the entire thing I thank you, even if you didn't like it I encourage you to comment down below and let me know what I did wrong and what I could do better. I will most likely keep posting this series regardless of what kind of feed back I get so if you did like it please like the post and bump it so more people can see. Thanks for reading! -Axis Stroopie