The little ghost flew through the ruins of Old Las Angeles, scanning for any signs of even a shred of Light. It finally stumbled across the remains of what appeared to be an old exotic dance club, judging by the faded and scratched sign that read “TO_LES_ DANCER_”. ‘Quite an odd place to find a Guardian,’ the ghost thought to itself as it began to scan for signs of Light. The search led it to the middle of the building, where a large metal pole jutted from the middle of a catwalk-like stage. The pole was rusted and bent down the middle, and underneath that pole lay a body that seemed almost perfectly preserved. ‘Could it be?’ The ghost began to inspect the body. It was a human female, clad in nothing more than a studded bra and thong. “Here goes...” the ghost said, pouring its Light into the woman. It was silent for a moment, then the woman stirred slightly, as though being roused from sleep. She opened her eyes with a sudden gasp and pushed the pole off herself with seemingly inhuman strength. Brushing purple tresses from her blue eyes, she looked around wildly until she spotted the ghost floating nearby. “What the -blam!-??” she exclaimed, inching back from the little machine. “Calm down, please! I’m here to help, so don’t panic!” the ghost said, trying to calm her down. “What the hell happened? What’s going on? What are you???” the woman asked in a panicked voice. “Well, you’ve been dead for a long time, and I revived you,” the ghost explained. “As for me, I’m a ghost, sent by the Traveler to find Guardians to protect the City...” It trailed off, realizing the woman was still scantily clad. “Woops, I should probably make some armor for you. You can’t fight dressed like that!” it said. The woman flinched nervously as it floated near, but in a flash of light found herself suddenly covered head to toe in armor. “There, that should do for now.” “I’m a... Guardian?” the woman asked in disbelief, “What does that even mean?” “Exactly how it sounds. You have the power to protect humanity from the Darkness,” the ghost explained. “But how do you know? How do you know I’m some special Guardian with powers or whatever?” she asked. “You wouldn’t be alive right now if you weren’t,” the ghost said, a smile in its voice. The woman stood up, testing her legs. They were a bit stiff, but she could still walk. She wandered the decimated building, her ghost following closely behind her, scanning things here and there. The woman kicked something with her boot, then bent to pick it up. It was a nametag. The letters were extremely faded, but she could just make out “Seren”. “Is that a name?” she asked, partially to herself and partially to the ghost. “I suppose it could be. Do you remember yours at all?” the ghost responded. “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “Well then, perhaps you could go by Seren?” the ghost suggested. “I think so,” she said, “I like it.” They left the building, wandering out into the city. “We should definitely try to find you a jumpship. We’ll never get you to the City without one,” the ghost said. “You keep saying the City. What do you mean?” Seren asked. “The last safe city on Earth, where all the refugees gathered after the Collapse. It’s the only place the Traveler can still protect.” “Mmm,” Seren hummed thoughtfully, “Let’s find me a jumpship then.” Howling and snarling suddenly filled the air a little ways into the distance, causing both the woman and the ghost to jump. “Ohhh no.... “ the ghost said worriedly. “What? What’s wrong?” Seren asked, feeling the panic begin to rise again. “We should hurry! This place might turn into a battle ground pretty soon!” the ghost exclaimed, looking around for cover. It darted away, Seren close behind. The sound of shooting could be heard all around, echoing violently off the surrounding buildings. They dove into a broken down building for shelter just in time for several dozen creatures to begin pouring from the buildings. “Great, we’re caught between a turf war,” the ghost said caustically. “What the hell are they?!” Seren exclaimed. “The four-armed ones are Fallen, the undead-looking ones are Hive, both are enemies of the Light,” the ghost explained quickly as it looked around. “We need to get you a weapon if we want to get out of here alive.” [b]The whole story wouldn't fit in one post, so I'll have a part 2 up shortly. Hopefully everyone likes it! And if you haven't already, check out this awesome story by my boyfriend: http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/91720048/0/0 Edit: Part 2 is here: http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/92072437[/b]