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originally posted in:Destiny Fiction Producers
Edited by TheSuMan: 3/8/2017 1:53:14 PM
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The Journey Home, Part 4: Dead Men Tell Tales

Greetings, everyone, here's part four of The Journey Home! Sorry it's been so long, but this has just been one of those weeks, if you know what I mean. In any case, here's [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/222721560?showBanned=0&path=0]part 3 i[/url]f you missed it, or, if you're looking for a different part, here's the[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/222615264?showBanned=0&path=0] Table of Contents.[/url] If you like it, give it a bump, and I'll get more out soon. Stay classy, Guardians! The next day, Alesha was dragging Michael alongside the village palisade. “Come on!’ she said, gripping his arm. “What are you trying to show me!” Michael asked, stumbling along. “You’ll see!” she said. Soon, they arrived at the hole in the palisade. Michael looked down at the hole. “There’s a hole in the wall?” “Yep!” Alesha said, proud of her discovery. Michael nodded. “We should probably tell this someone about this,” he said. “Sure,” Alesha said, “but not right away.” Michael frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked. Alesha crawled through the hole, and popped out the other side. “Alesha!” Michael shouted. “Sh!” Alesha said. “Someone will hear you!” Michael crawled through the hole in the palisade, and looked up at Alesha. “We’re gonna get in trouble for this!” he hissed. “We’re not supposed to be outside the wall without our parents!” “But they never let us go anywhere!” Alesha said. “We finally see what’s really out there - maybe find the ruins that Gustav always talks about!” The old merchant and his father had left the village earlier that morning. Michael looked back at the palisade nervously. “What if somebody notices we’re gone?” he asked. “Don’t be silly!” she said. “We’ll be gone for an hour, tops! Nobody will even notice!” “What if they do?” “We’ll just tell them that we were playing hide and seek, or something like that!” Alesha said. “Come on! Don’t be such a sissy!” Michael looked out on the woods beyond the fields. “What if there’s Fallen out there?” Alesha paused. “If we see them, we’ll just run back to the village,” she said. “What if they see us first?” “They won’t,” Alesha said, with more confidence than she really felt. “Now let’s go!” Michael took one last glance back at the palisade. Then, he took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said. “I’m in.” Alesha grinned. “What are we waiting for then?” she said. “Let’s go!” Grabbing Michael by the arm once again, the two sped off towards the woods. The two friends walked through the ancient woods. Soon, the trees around them grew so wide, that Alesha couldn’t wrap her arms around them. It was cool, but she didn’t see any of the “ruins” that Gustav had talked about. “All I see is a bunch of forest,” Michael said. “Come on,” she said. “We’ll find something eventually.” She walked on, but then she noticed that Michael had stopped walking. She turned towards him. “Michael?” she asked. “What is it?” Michael pointed into the woods. Alesha followed his gaze, and nearly felt her jaw hit the ground. In front of them was a massive, rusted, metal object. It had a cylindrical shape, with a front that tapered off into a rounded point. Some shiny objects that looked like windows were embedded in the front. “What is it?” Michael asked. “I dunno,” Alesha said. “Think it’s one of those ‘ships’ that Gustav’s father talked about?” “I dunno,” Michael replied. The two stared at the thing for a moment longer. Then, Alesha began to walk around it. “What are you doing?” Michael asked. “Looking,” Alesha replied. She walked down the metal tube, looking for a way into it. Eventually, she saw a giant metal triangle jutting out from the tube’s side. The triangle’s tip was partly buried by the forest floor, meaning it provided a sort of ramp to the top of the top of the cylinder. She grinned. “Michael!” she shouted. “Come here!” Michael ran up to her, and looked at the triangle. “Looks like a ramp,” she said. “Maybe,” Michale said. “But where’s the door? Like, how do you get into this thing?” “Maybe it’s up there!” Alesha said. She began walking up the ramp. As she walked, she heard the rusted metal groan beneath her feet, but the ramp didn’t collapse. Soon, she reached the top of the cylinder. Michael soon followed her. They immediately began looking for a way into the cylinder, but to no avail. Alesha noticed that the object was rather long - about half the diameter of the village in length. The two friends walked up to the windows that they’d spotted earlier. Alesha feared into them, to try and see what lay inside the cylinder, but to no avail. The windows were caked over with grime, inside and out. “Maybe the door’s in a different place,” Michael said. “Maybe,” Alesha said. Michael stood up. “I’ll go check it out,” he said. He stood up, and began walking back towards the ramp. Then, the metal cylinder caved in beneath him, and he plunged down into it’s depths. “Michael!” Alesha shouted. She rushed to the edge of the hole. “Are you okay?” Michael groaned, and picked himself up off the floor. “I think so,” he said. Alesha sighed. “Hang on,” she said. “I’m coming down!” She quickly grabbed the edge of the hole, and lowered herself into the cylinder. They were in a small portion of the cylinder - a few feet behind them was a metal wall, and the floor beneath them was flat. In front of them were a couple of chairs, which were dimly illuminated through the grimy windows. “What is this place?” Michael asked. “I dunno,” said Alesha. She walked up to the front of the cylinder. There were a lot of buttons and switches embedded in the wall in front of them. She tried flipping a couple of them, but nothing happened. Then, she looked over at the chairs, and gasped. In each chair was a grinning skeleton, a few pieces of wire wrapped around the skulls. “What is it?” Michael asked. He ran up to Alesha, and then saw the skeletons. His face blanched. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “Yeah,” Alesha said. She noticed that there was a rectangular hole in the wall behind them - almost as thought there had been a door there. The two quickly walked through it. The majority the cylinder was dark, but there was a light at the far end of it. “Look!” Alesha said, “there’s an opening!” Michael looked down the cylinder, and grinned. “Good!” he said. “We can get out of here!” He took a step forward, and Alesha heard something snap. They both looked down, and saw what looked like a stick, snapped beneath Michael’s foot. Or at least, she thought it was as stick. But that was before she saw the skeleton that the stick was attached to. Alesha and Michael looked around, their eyes wild. The entire cylinder was filled with skeletons. They were sprawled on the ground, some of them little more than scattered piles of bones, while others were more or less intact. They all grinned at the two children, as thought they were happy to receive new visitors. “Run!” Michael said. He sprinted towards the light. After a moments hesitation, Alesha followed, her heart pounding her chest. She tried not to think about what she was stepping on as the bones around her cracked. Eventually, the two reached the end of the cylinder, and crawled out through a hole in the cylinder, where they stood, panting. “Let’s go back,” Michael said. Normally, Alesha would’ve objected, but the experience in the Cylinder had taken away her will to argue. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.” The two walked through the forest in silence for several minutes. “What do you think they were all doing in there?” Alesha asked. “I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know,” Michael said. “Let’s just go back to the village, and tell our parents about the hole in the palisade, okay?” “But -“ Alesha began. “But nothing!” Michael said. “There’s nothing out here but - death!” Alesha pursed her lips, but relented. She was in no mood to do any more adventuring. Suddenly, she noticed something on the forest floor - a strange, metal object, much like the ones Gustav had on his truck. “What is it?” Michael asked. “I don’t know,” Alesha said. The two walked along further, and Alesha noticed two parallel lines, imprinted in the dirt - much like the ones that Gustav’s vehicle made. Then, they reached the edge of a small clearing, and froze. Gustav’s truck was dead in front of them, smoke emendating from its front. Gustav’s father was lying facedown in the ground near the truck. Of the trader himself, there was no sign. Several fallen surrounded the vehicle. Two dregs were going through the pile of stuff in the back, while a couple of vandals inspected the cabin. A larger Fallen - a Captain, Alesha remembered - stood by the truck, shock blades clutched in each of its our hands. A large servitor circled around the truck, periodically emitting strange noises. Alesha stared at the dregs, and froze. She remembered the nightmare - the dreg, shock blades in hand, advancing on her and she couldn’t move, couldn’t move, she couldn’t move - “Alesha!” Michael hissed. “We need to go! Now!” Alesha nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she said. “Okay.” She slowly backed up, trying to get away from the clearing. Keep quiet, she thought. Just keep quiet and they won’t notice us. Keep quiet - A twig snapped beneath her feet. The Fallen turned toward them, and for a moment, the two species simply stared at each other. Then, the captain pointed at them with one of its glistening shock blades, and shouted something in Fallen. The dregs and vandals ran at the two children, with the Captain close behind. “Run!” Michael said. And run they did. Edit:[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/223052543/0/0] Part 5[/url]

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