As the Travelers opaque white shell spun in rotation practical untouched except for a ragged bit missing from the bottom, the last City was at peace. The citizens beneath went about their days and lives, shallow in comparison to the Golden Age, but honest and good ones. From the Tower, Guardian and soldiers went about their business whether it be Vanguard, Crucible, or personal matters. Just business as usual. While no ordinary person could notice it, a gentle hum went on through the air. That was the Light; the Traveler's glow doing its part as it silently surveyed the life it cultivated around it. Guardians and Ghosts alike felt at ease with it going on. As life moved on, another burst into action as a new ghost materialized from nothing. It had all the answers it needed, as it looked up to the behemoth of a god, its purpose was clear. As a ghost, he should raise a guardian. He went about the Earth, searching ancient libraries for scholars, decimated battlefields for his future warrior, and untouched caverns and catacombs for his sly scout. The Ghost wandered about the Earth, a forgotten land looking for his purpose. He stopped in the air floating, he looked towards the horizon, where he knew an answer could be waiting for him. "Why?" "When" "Where?" "How do I find them, my guardian..." The ghost felt the glow of the Traveler's light return to it. "No answer, just a need to search and know. It spoke to itself now, "Two years," it looked past the treeline, "I've been searching for my Guardian, to do my part in finding a partner, and nothing. Every skeleton and pile of dust I find is just that. The few enemies of humanity I've seen, I cower from. I can't face the hive or stop the pillaging Fallen Houses." The ghost sunk down to the earth. "I can achieve nothing on my own, and I feel like a failure, sure, "go right away from the Tower and the Last City". A great idea. All my answers are here in the dirt, and this rock, nothing!" The ghost ascended into the sky above the trees and ruins, looking to the Alabaster sphere almost a dot in the distance. "You taught me nothing of this world. I feel trapped looking for a needle in a haystack, but I guess I'll just go on searching until I die, huh, and my unborn Guardian left alone in this world, just like me. Nowhere to go and no place to call home. They're probably light years away aren't they? And you'd just sit there, not giving me a hint. Where's my hint, huh? That I have another half in this world, not as lost as I am." [b]If ghosts could cry, this one would be bawling.[/b] "I feel cursed by you, my purpose is hidden," the ghost looked out onto the world, "For all the effort you put into bringing me out here, show me the way. Please," The ghost floated, higher and higher and spoke sadly, "Where are they? My guardian, I hope to you soon, somewhere, and I''ll give you the answers the Traveler couldn't give me. The meanings of life and death, your true purpose, past scouring lost lands. A reason to be alive and experience all this world has to offer." "Please, just wait a bit longer" The ghost was oblivious to the static energy around itself. In an instant. [spoiler]Boom[/spoiler] A bolt of lightning struck the ghost into a catatonic state, and the plummet to the earth, cracked his shell shutting him down. Somewhere far off, simultaneously another bolt of lightning struck the ground near a human settlement. A poor skeleton lay there, propped against a tree, an empty shell, no life or light within it, but it lay waiting. Weeks, had passed until.. ------Spark----- "I can't believe you found another ghost out here, Petrie." "Oh, you'd be surprised, but this one seems stupid. It wasn't shot, it was just damaged. I wonder what happened to it." The ghost rose up from the ground, "Thank you, Guardian." Petrie popped up in his face, "Hey newbie, it wasn't him, I picked you up, Cal is practically near sighted and never would have spotted you!" the ghost hovered over his guardian's shoulder. "So you have me to thank, the magnificent Petrie, saver of all." The warlock spoke up, "What happened to you." he holstered his gun, "I've been scouting this forest and there have been zero signs of enemies. Did you have an accident?" The ghost spoke up, "I was out searching for my Guardian, been doing that for two years, from my records, I remember cursing the Traveler approximately two weeks ago. And then I think i was struck by lightning." Petrie and Cal looked at each other. "Sounds like a regular day to us." [spoiler]A flashback to Cal on a mountain ridge during a thunderstorm. Petrie is covered in sparks on the ground as Cal is seen a bit off slamming his fist to the ground crying. [b]"I wanna, I wanna be a Stormcaller, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna , I wanna..."[/b][/spoiler] The warlock spoke up again, "So, since you don't have a guardian yet, it won't be safe for you alone anymore," Why not come back to the Last City, and start you search after you learn something new. It wouldn't hurt ya know." The ghost agreed, "I guess." "Cal, it's really weird this ghost doesn't have a name, can we call him dumb-ass or something, or Lightning", Petrie stated. "How about just ghost for now Petrie," Cal said. "Okay, sure, just Ghost, but next time you get blasted into nothing in a bar, don't count on me to res you." [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/252091815]Pt 2[/url]