Hello everyone, This is a bit of a reboot from the first time I tried to write one of these about a year ago. Let me know what you guys think, constructive criticisms are welcome. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Years ago, there was a very dangerous guardian. He was a hunter that wore a cloak made up of cloth from defeated fallen enemies and fellow guardians alike. He wielded the hand cannon that was used to kill him once, but defended him against death for years to come. His weapon didn’t defend him against everything, of course; he lost an arm to an old fallen rival which he defeated soon after, but the arm was irreplaceable. He had many nicknames throughout the years: The One-Armed Guardian, The Hand Cannon Avenger, The Cloaked Betrayer. Those were little known names, for he was mainly referred to by one name: The Fallen Guardian.” I continued to tell the story of how he betrayed his fellow guardians and all the bad deeds he performed. I looked around at the small collection of children surrounding me while I told this mesmerizing tale. I saw many different faces of amazement, boredom, even fear; but one face stood out among all of them, and that was the face of anger. I’ve told this story many times to many different groups of children in different places in the City, but I’ve never seen any angry ones. I shook it off and told the children I had to go, that guardians are very busy these days. The children, all very upset by the news, said their goodbyes and the group slowly broke apart, with some children going to play soccer and others going into their homes. As I was about to leave, I saw the angry child had stayed behind, looking at me. I knelt down as he approached me and spoke, “You’re wrong about him, y’know. He was a good man, a kind man, but everyone made him seem bad. You don’t know what you’re talking about and I think you should stop telling that story.” Before I could say anything, the child ran off; perhaps to hide away or play with his friends. I stood up and stared at nothing, dumbfounded. I thought to myself that the child may have been thinking of a different guardian, for The Fallen Guardian knew no kindness. Once I broke free of my trance, I began to walk toward my ship that I had parked in an open area. I walked through alleys and less populated areas when a guardian I didn’t know called out to me from a side alley, “Hunter, come over here.” I looked over to see another hunter with a large cloak hanging over one arm. “Who are you? What do you want? I have places to be,” I replied, slightly annoyed. “Just come over here, I need your help with something.” Maybe I’m too kind of a soul, maybe I’m curious, maybe I’m an idiot, but I followed this hunter into the alleyway. I began to ask who he was, and as I followed him around a corner, I was suddenly grabbed by the throat and slammed against the wall. “Who are you? Who do you work for?” The unknown hunter asked me through what sounded like clenched teeth. His grip was tight and I tried desperately to claw at his hands to loosen his grip, to no avail. His grip tightened as I desperately tried to claw and gasp for air. My vision slowly began to fade until I suddenly fell to the ground, air returning to my lungs and my vision returning. After about a minute or two, I am mostly recovered, so I look up to see this hunter leaning against the wall opposite of me in the narrow alleyway. “What is wrong with-… Who are you?” I yell, still recovering. “Shut up, I didn’t plan on killing you,” the hunter says in an annoyed tone. The hunter then reaches to the side of his body that is covered by the cloak and moves the cloak. Under the cloak was… Nothing, there was no arm there. As I try to figure out why this would answer my question, he speaks up, still annoyed, “I’m the… the Fallen Guardian,” he says with air quotes, “the one from your stupid children’s tale.” I quickly stand up and reach for my knife, but it isn’t there. As I look back towards him, I see that he has my knife and is closely inspecting it. “This is a pretty nice knife if you want to spread butter,” he hands it back to me, “you obviously haven’t been in the field in a while, you should consider replacing that.” I grab my knife and poke the tip of it in shame, realizing the accuracy of his statement. I put my knife away and look back to him. “What the hell do you want? Why are you here, you traitor.” He puts his hands in front of himself defensively, “Woah woah, slow down there. Why don’t you learn something before you go spreading lies?” He lowers his hands and points at me, “I’ve been looking for you for a while now, spreading these rumors about me being a horrible traitor that kills his fellow guardians and wears their clothes.” “But you did kill your fellow guardians. You murdered them in cold blood bec-,” “Stop, STOP!” He yells, “You don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know what happened,” He hesitates for a moment and lowers his voice, “You don’t know what happened... So you’re going to come with me, and I’m going to tell you a very, very long story.” I fold my arms over my chest, “What if I don’t want to come with you?” The hunter sighs and looks toward the sky, “I didn’t want to do this, but I’m gonna have to do this.” Before I could say anything, I feel a hard thump and everything goes black. ----------------------------------------------- Find the next part [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/229760694]here![/url]