Well... this is my first post here in Gallery. It’s about my titan’s backstory. Nothing more, nothing less. I might make more stories in the future. But for now, I’ve made this. Enjoy and provide a shit ton of constructive criticism if you want to. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A somewhat spiked figure ventured through the wastes of the Cosmodrome, past the wrecked cars, past the blown-up buildings, past a broken bridge. It floated its way through damaged walls, and outside of the City’s walls. It was met by a landscape of waste. Broken cars littered the ground, a giant bridge loomed overhead, a fallen dreg was wandering around... The figure suddenly scanned a nearby structure, in a seemingly frantic manner. It went from car to car, scanning for any potential life. It could hear the growling of the dreg getting farther away, until it became nothing but another whisper in the wind. The figure, after scanning various cars and wrecked structures, eventually reached what seemed to be a metal box. The figure seemed to light up as it scanned the side of box, almost as if it had found something rare. It whispered the words... “Eyes up, guardian...” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It felt as if I had slept an eternity. All I could see was darkness. It felt like sleeping, but I knew very well that it wasn’t me feeling drowsy. Suddenly, I felt a jolt, as if life had sparked back into me. At first I went against the thought of opening my eyes. But then I heard a voice... My eyes open slowly, and I’m greeted by a floating white figure, which, to me, looked like a flying diamond. It had blue light radiating out of it. And it spoke. “Eyes up guardian.” In a flash I push myself backwards, only to be met by intense pain. I realize that I had pushed myself into the side of a metal box. I stand up, feeling my back ache. I grunt and let out a few words... “Gah.... What the hell was that for you flying porcupine?” It starts to speak in a calm yet excited masculine voice. “I’ve been looking for you for years! And to think that all this time you were here on Earth!” “Whoa.... hold up. What are you talking about? Why are you looking for me? Why can’t I remember who I am? And why do I smell like an elinski just shit on me?” The figure spoke again. “I am a ghost, a machine of the traveler, and I am here to resurrect you into a being of light: a guardian.” “The traveler.... I recognize that thing...” An ear-piercing shriek breaks a brief moment of silence. The Ghost looks around frantically. “We better get going, guardian. It looks like the Fallen are starting to hunt.” I start sprinting past broken cars, with my ghost lighting the way. I cross into a forested area, where trees start blocking the sky. Twigs crunch beneath my feet, and I breath heavily. Suddenly, a picture is painted in my mind... A picture of me running across a battlefield.... holding a rifle. The sound of gunshots surround me.... I hear elinksi growl everywhere. I see other soldiers, yelling out commands and cursing as they fall... I suddenly trip on a root, and find myself on the ground. My ghost starts to speak... “Are you okay? You seemed as if you were....-“ I cut him off. “What exactly do we do now?” “Well, first we’ll find a weapon. We have to regroup with the Vanguard at the Tower..... and for that we need a ship....Look I’ll explain it all as soon as we find a ship.” I was confused. “There’s a weapon nearby, guardian. Right next to you.” I look to my right, and I find an old pistol. It seemed ancient, and it seemed to be weathered in certain places. I pick it up. “You do know how to use that thing, right?” “You better hope so.” I held the gun in my hand. It gave me a familiar feeling.... a feeling for revenge. Suddenly, a throwing knife zoomed right past my face, barely hitting my helmet. My ghost yells at me. “Duck!” I lay down in the grassy twigs, grasping my pistol. I try and find my target. Suddenly a shot flies by. I get up, and start looking around, only to be met by another shot. “Damnit! Where are you?” I hear a crunching of twigs in response, and I suddenly turn around to be met by a sleek yet armored figure. I unload my shots, and the gun recoils, but I control it. Wielding the gun felt natural, as if I already had experience. Suddenly my ghost yells out again. “Stop firing guardian!” Confused, I lift my finger from the trigger. I look back in front of me, and in front of me is another ghost. I slowly lower my gun, only to be swept down to the ground by an unknown force. I hit my head hard on a rock, and my vision goes away. All I see is darkness, and I hear my ghost frantically crying out for me. All the sounds become nothing but a whisper..... and suddenly I felt as if I were sleeping again. To be continued.... [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/245878561/0/0]Link to Part 2[/url]