A man forced into a new life because of false accusations, now he must make the most of it while trying to survive. But hey, at least he has a partner to help him out.
Well, this is a predicament. There I was, at home, playing a game until I maxed out and had to wait for a week and a half for the next drop of content.
Then the most freakiest thing happened to me, along with almost dying, all because someone wanted me dead. Now, here I am, stuck in a new world, thanks to my Ghost who saved me from a terrible fate. To top it all off, I have to protect a species that have suffered slavery and prejudices by the hands of others, for as long as I live.
Man, and I had a good life going for me.
Am I Forsaken for that? Living how I wanted? Still, screw the guy who wanted to have me swatted!
Author’s Note
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This is a Displaced story, but Crossovers are not available.
“Ugh! Finally!” I cried out in relief as I have finally capped at max level. Seriously, I like the Forsaken DLC and the Annual Pass, but things have become a little tedious and Bungie is kind of overdoing it. Or maybe it was a side effect of Activision after they both split. I don’t know, it probably doesn’t even matter now.
I was playing Destiny 2, late that night. I wouldn’t call myself a serious fan of the series, since I casually play it sometimes. Typical of someone like me, I went with the Titan, only because it really fit my play style, but that doesn’t mean it’s the best of all Guardians. Trust me, Warlocks and Hunters are nothing to scoff at, I should know.
Anyway, I logged out of the game and was about to turn my Xbox One off, before my TV’s screen went all static. That nearly made me shat myself. Something like this never happened before. At least, from what I remember. Then the static stopped and I was left with a black screen. I thought the TV turned itself off, but it was still on. After awhile of staring, something unexpected happened.
“Guardian? Are you there? Can you hear me?” I heard the voice of the Ghost, as texts of what he said came up on screen. At that point, I thought I was going crazy, blinking a few times, rubbing my eyes and all that, just to see if I was imagining things. “Guardian, please respond.”
“...I must be dreaming.” I muttered out as I backed away slowly from the TV. “There’s no way. This has got to be a prank, or something.”
“Oh, thank the Traveler.” Ghost responded to my muttering, making me jump. “Listen Guardian, I know this all seem surreal, but I assure you that this is real. This is happening right now.”
“Wha-? B-but-!? I-!? HUH!?!?” I can’t believe this! This can’t be real! There’s no way!
“Guardian, I need you to focus!” The Ghost said, catching my attention.
“How? How do I know you aren’t someone trying to trick me? How do I know you’re the real deal?” I questioned. I’m not one who likes being tricked into something far worse than a prank call.
“Please, you have to trust me.” The Ghost begged me. “This is important.”
“How is it important?” I asked, getting a little frustrated right about now. That was until I heard someone breaking down the front door to my house. “What the-?!” I barely had time to react as a bunch of cops stormed my room and pinned me down on the floor.
“Stay down! Do not resist!” The cop on my back said as every other cop had their pistols pointed at me.
“What the fuck are yo- AGH!” Fuck, the prick twisted my arm!
“Shut up and stay down!” He demanded as the others searched my room.
“Let him go!” Ghost shouted out to the cops in anger, putting them all on edge. “He’s done nothing wrong!”
“Who’s there!? Show yourself!” The cop on my back demanded.
“I said let him go!” Ghost repeated himself.
“Show yourself right now or we will open fire!” The cop warned, pointing the gun at my head.
“Are you insane!?” Ghost asked, shocked at what this prick was about to do, even I was freaking out.
“This is your last warning! You have until the count of three!” I closed my eyes as he began to count. “One!...two!...th-!”
“NO!” Ghost roared out as the room was filled with a blinding light. How can I tell? I can feel the intensity from it. That was also when I didn’t feel the weight of the cop on my back anymore. Opening my eyes slowly, all I saw was white.
“What just happen?” I questioned as I stood up, my arm that got twisted was alright now.
“I saved you.” I jumped out of fright as I turned around to see...Ghost. Well, more specifically, my Guardian’s Ghost.
“You...saved me?” I said as I looked around. “How do I know I’m not dead?” I yelped as the little bastard stung me with electricity. “Ow!”
“Satisfied?” The Ghost asked in a cheeky manner, only to receive a glare from me. “Hey, you asked and I answered! That seems pretty fair.”
“Yeah, that’s fair and all, but why the fuck were the cops at my house? How did you know of this!?” Besides nearly getting killed by them.
“You were falsely accused.” The Ghost simply answered. “Remember that one other Guardian back in your last Crucible match?”
“How can I forget about that.” I groaned as I remembered this one kid, a young punk with a spoiled reputation, that kept talking smack shit. Of course, no one liked him, not even the team he was playing with. Throughout that match, nine times out of ten, I’m the one that kept gunning him down. He got real salty pretty quick. “So, let me guess, he somehow hacked my profile so he could have me ‘swatted’? And that fast?”
“Yup. Petty revenge through humiliation...and there was a couple of patrol cars close to your neighborhood.” Ghost answered. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Guardian. I can’t send you back, not after what happened.” I sighed at that, but I couldn’t blame him. He was only looking out for me. Still...
“After what just happened within those last few moments, I don’t think I want to go back anyway.” I told him. “But, why do you keep calling me Guardian? I’m no Guardian of yours.”
The Ghost was silent, looking down to the ground. “I know...and I know my world was a game to you and everyone who had gotten involved with it; be it those creating the Universe I was ‘born’ from, or the community that centres around it.” He sounded a little depressed about it. Then again, he somehow became very aware about this information, and it might as well shatter his understanding about everything he knew.
“...Sorry.” I apologised to him. “I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s okay. Just as long as you’re alive, I can live with that.” The Ghost told me as he looked back up to me. “So, partners?” He asked me, looking as hopeful as possible.
I thought this over for a moment before nodding my head. “Partners.” Just as I said, my vision started to blur before I blacked out, not knowing what I just got myself in to.
“Ooooh, my head.” I groaned in pain with a throbbing headache. “It felt like someone tried to skull-fuck me to death but failed.” I commented as I sat up. That was when I checked myself and found that...I was dressed up like my Titan Guardian from Destiny 2. “What the--!?” I jumped up to my feet, or I would have, if my jump boost didn’t activate to give me extra air! Of course, with me freaking out, I must’ve accidentally activated them. Once they stopped, however, I fell back down to earth, and not in a good way.
Falling flat on the ground again, I groaned as my everything hurt. Even with the armour on it didn’t make for a smooth landing. So I rolled onto my back and lied there, the sun beaming down on me as I recovered from my embarrassment. At least no one else saw that. “Guardian, are you alright?” Well, save for my Ghost.
“Eh.” I grunted in response to his question. “I’ll live, but I don’t know how any of this works.” I told him as I slowly sat up.
“I know. That’s why I’m now proposing a basic training exercise to help you learn more about your new body.” The Ghost suggested. Man, I need to give him a name. Calling him Ghost all the time sounds redundant.
“That sounds great, and I’m giving you a name. How does Garrex sound to you?” I suggested the first name that came to mind.
“Garrex? Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. Thanks Revenic.” Cool, Garrex knows my real name. Then again, he’s living inside my head. So I shouldn’t be that surprised in the least. Not yet, anyway.
“Alright then, so, what’s first?” I asked Garrex.
“Well, first off; get off your butt and stand up.” He answered with a laugh, as he materialised in front of me. “You can’t exactly do much while sitting down like a lazy bum.”
“Cheeky bastard.” I scoffed at him before doing what he said. Slowly.
(Third person.)
Princess Celestia sighed as she took a break from court. The Nobility becoming more of a pain in her backside as usual. She can’t help but feel bogged down by them and their so-called proposals.
“I have been too lenient with these Nobles.” She sighed again. “If I keep letting this happen, they’ll gain too much power and I’ll be the one to blame for, all because of my inability to stop them.” In saying that, Celestia was reminded of her failure to save her sister from her terrible fate, where the Sun Princess was forced to banish her possessed sister, now known as Nightmare Moon, to the moon itself.
It had been five hundred years ever since that day, where the Lunar Diarch tried to plunge the world into Eternal Night. It brought shivers to Celestia’s being, almost bringing tears to her eyes as well. Now, these days, everypony within Equestria thinks of her sister as nothing more than a legend. A tale to tell their children to frighten them so they would behave themselves. Yet another failure to add to her list of misfortune.
“One day...one day.” Celestia promised herself. “I’ll find a way to bring you back, Luna. I swear I will.” She whispered to herself as her break came to an end and court was back in session.
“Woohoo!” I howled out as I ran through a makeshift training course like their was nothing holding me back.
“I see you’re finally getting the hang of it!” Garrex laughed as I slide right under a barrier, through a big enough gap for me to fit right on through.
“Hell yeah!” I answered as I got back up and started climbing up to a platform.
The course was built out of rock and stone, something Garrex used from the land, using his laser beam to cut sections out and build upon. Took a long time to get it all set up to where he could change it, mix things up a bit. Giving it a versatile unique charm, so as to me not getting easily bored of running the same course over and over again. Thank God he thought of that, for both of our sakes. Of course, he placed it all back in place, in case this world’s populace become known of our existences.
Believe or not, Garrex told me where we were set on; My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Terrific. The fans of the series would kill or die to be where I’m at right now. Not the children, no way. I mean the grown ups, be it teens living out their last couple of years of being teenagers, or grown-ass men and women who are secretly Bronies and Pegasisters.
Problem was, about four months ago, he really didn’t know the current whereabouts we find ourselves in. That is, until we heard a loud roar out in the distance. Good thing he thought about shelter first before the course, so that we could protect ourselves from the elements. I called it the Spider’s Burrow, because it reminded me of one. That and the hatch to cover the entrance, like those spiders from Australia. Turns out, we were in the Dragon Lands. Fan-fucking-tastic.
While the presence of one, or a flock of them prevented my physical training exercise, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t learn anything else while stuck in our temporary home. Garrex has been teaching me on how to use a gun. Of course, no live rounds. He was teaching me on how to wield it, reload, aim down, align it with the holographic targets he displayed on the wall, be they Fallen, Cabal, Hive, Vex, Taken, or Scorn. We were using empty mags as he took the rounds out.
Unfortunately, I only have what I had on me. The vault where you store your things in, nonexistent. While we could remake them, it didn’t seem like the best idea. No need to waste the material we have for something that isn’t needed yet. Even more so, I can’t be revived. Yeah, that Restricted Respawn icon, was there, underneath my health bar. I flipped the fuck out after noticing that and it took Garrex to stun me to sleep, so that I would stop freaking out.
But I was still considered immortal. No, that’s not right, I can still die. Ageless, we’ll go with that. Either way, it was going to be a lonely life. While Garrex has been a good companion and partner, he was my only friend in this world. A world that’s supposedly far more peaceful. Or so it lets you think. Honestly, as soon as something fictional becomes reality, things aren’t as you expect them to be. So I’m very skeptical on how things will play out.
For the most part, I’m actually enjoy the peace and quiet, relatively speaking. But, even with all of the training and exercise I’m getting to help me out with my new body, I still need to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. Now this may be me being paranoid, but, I keep getting this feeling that something was gonna happen. I’m not sure when, or what.
I put it out of my mind, trying to keep it under wrap and worry about it later. But it keeps gnawing at me. It felt like it’s trying to warn me.
“Rev?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when Garrex appeared in front of me. “Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thought.” He told me as I stopped running, sounding worried.
“Garrex, what are the chances of the enemies from Destiny appearing here?” I asked him.
“What?” Garrex was taken aback. “Are you saying that there might be a chance that the Fallen, Cabal and all of the other nasties would come here, or are already here?”
“Well, we’re here ourselves. Who’s to say they aren’t?” I questioned as I sat down. “Lately, I’ve been plagued with this feeling of an event of circumstances, where things will drastically changed.” I explained to Garrex with a sigh. “Honestly, I can’t shake it. I mean, what are we going to do for the rest of forever? We need to make a living, but I’m not sure if becoming a Mercenary Guardian is an ideal lifestyle.”
“Hmm, I see your point.” Garrex nodded as he cleaned up the track. “And yeah, I don’t like the idea of becoming a Mercenary either.”
“Could we explore?” I asked him, because we still have a Sparrow to drive across the land. We just don’t have a ship anymore and I really wanted to go into space. Of course, I need to learn on how to drive it first. No need for me to end up crashing and burning.
“Sure.” Garrex nodded before we both notice a shadow casting over us all of a sudden. “What the...?” He looked up and shouted, “LOOK OUT!” Doing as he said, I got out of the way as fast as I could, before something big and heavy came crashing down on where we were standing a few seconds ago.
The ground shook from the impact a little bit, making me trip up and fall down. Even so, I got back up and dusted myself off. “Jesus Christ, what was--?” I was interrupted by the sounds of groaning in pain, making me look at what it was.
It was a Dragon, a female one, only because of how slender and elegant the body frame looked. Purple scales with green fins. Huh, that sounded familiar for some reason. Slowly, I approached the Dragoness, circling around until I was in front of her face. When she saw me, though, she got really defensive, peeling her lips back to show her many razor sharp teeth off.
“Stay back!” She growled, shooting out a puff of green flame and I immediately backed off. “Don’t you come any closer.”
“Wow, hey!” I jumped backwards, keeping my distances so that she wouldn’t torch me to death. Just then, for the first time in all my life; I got shot at. The round hit me on my left pauldron, making me stagger until I tripped up and fell onto my back. At first, my heart was racing from the experience, until that feeling of fear was replaced with feeling pissed. “WHO THE FUCK SHOT ME!?”
“Fallen!” Garrex answered which only pissed me off more.
“Are you kidding me!?” I got back up on my feet to look around, until I heard their screeches from behind the Dragon, who was trying to get up and move, but couldn’t. I’m surprised one of those Vandal pricks even managed to get a clear shot of me. “Oh, that’s just perfect!” I growled.
“Well, looks like your theory was correct. I hope you’re ready.” Garrex told me as he set up my choice of weapons: Cerberus+1, Borealis, and Thunderlord.
“I’m still surprised I can use more than just one Exotic.” I said as I took out Borealis, walking, or stomping in my case, around the Dragoness until I could see the group of Fallen coming right at us, if barely.
“Remember, this isn’t the game.” Garrex reminded me.
“Right.” I sighed, feeling a little nervous but I tried to focus my anger on destroying these alien bastards. Wait, I’m just as much of an alien to this world like them. Shit, this feels weird- NO! Stop that! Taking in a deep breath, I crouched down and scoped in on my targets. “Hmm, a few dozen Dregs, five strong Vandals with three of them being Snipers, four Shanks, and a Servitor...a really big one.”
“Alright, this shouldn’t take long.” Garrex commented. “Just aim for the long ranged fighters first, then mop up the rest, before dealing with that Servitor.” He told me.
“Got it.” I nodded my head before aiming for one of the Snipers, but...even so, I felt myself start to hesitate. This was basically my first time killing a living being, besides the robots. I wasn’t a soldier or a fighter, and yet, here I am; fighting and killing. Because of circumstances? Maybe...
“Rev! Focus!” Garrex’s voice snapped me out of my musing, realising that they were closing in. “Look, I know this is your first true combat, but if we don’t make it out of this...” He then turned to the downed female Dragon, who I saw put up a brave face to hide her fears. “She won’t either.”
Apparently, that gave me enough reason to kill these pricks off. Then again, they did try to snipe me out of existence. Looking back at the Fallen, I zeroed in on my first kill and took the shot, feeling the recoil as Borealis fired, the Arc round taking the Vandals’ head off its shoulder as the Ether left the body. I moved onto the next Vandal but kept missing due to my poor aiming and flinching whenever I got shot at. Not to mention they were already too close.
“Fuck!” I growled as I switched over to my Cerberus+1 and charged into them. Once I was close enough to the Dregs, I started shooting, most of the rounds hitting their mark as I mow right through them. The Vandals I needed to aim down my sight so that I could finish them off quickly, and those two Sniper bastards kept throwing me off.
Eventually I got rid of them, but now I had to content with that giant Servitor and those Shanks. The Servitor shielded the Shanks as they all fired upon me, making me run and jump all over the place so that they wouldn’t waste me, the only real problem was that giant mechanical eyeballs’ Void Blast it kept shooting at me. Causing area-of-effect splash damage that kept draining my shield until I was left with none. But, as luck would have it, its shielding went down and the Shanks were vulnerable again, so I got rid of them.
“Okay, now...” I huffed as I switched to my Thunderlord. “Let’s get rid of you, next.” I growled at the Servitor before pulling the trigger, keeping my arm steady from the recoil until my shots landed on the critical spot: its eye. Once its shell started to crack from all the damage I’d inflicted upon it, did it got angry, its shell splitting up and glowing brighter before bombarding me with its attacks. At least it still flinched from time to time, giving me just enough to heal as I reloaded my Thunderlord and unloaded the mag into it, killing it as it spun and sparked out of control before exploding into scrap metal.
“Ugh, Garrex...”
“Yes, Guardian?”
“I feel like...” I groaned and started to feel dizzy. “...I’m gonna throw up.” Thinking fast, Garrex removed my helmet and I unload my stomach. I think it was from all of the excitement that had happened within the spasm of a few minutes. Even though I hadn’t eaten a single damn thing when I arrived here! How does that work!?
“Yeah, I’m sorry, but we need to take a closer look at these Fallen.” Garrex told me as he manifested himself. “There was something odd about these ones. They looked...different somehow.” He explained.
“Do we have to?” I whined as I took a breather. Damn it I wish we had water right now! Wash this bad taste out of my mouth.
“Rev, I’m serious, there’s something up with these Fallen. Now, c’mon.” Garrex urged me. Sighing in defeat, I dragged myself over to the bodies that didn’t get their heads blown off, mostly the Dregs. Turning it onto its back, I saw what he meant; this Dregs’ head almost looked like a draconic’s one.
“Garrex...what are we looking at?” I inquired as I searched the bodies for any sort of intel he could decrypt. All the while realising that these weren’t your normal Fallen. God, this is freaking me out. “And...are they from the House of Devils?” Seeing as they were all wearing red.
“Looks like it, and we might have a surviving Devil Splicer on our hands.” Garrex hypothesised as he scanned the bodies. “Only a Splicer from the House of Devils could make these subtle changes, but it also seemed to help increase their endurance and resilience.” Now that he mentioned it, these Dregs were a little more tougher than usual even if they’re low ranked.
But, more importantly was my next question. “Are all the Houses back again?”
“...It’s a high possibility.” My Ghost finally answered. “While they may be back, or coming back into the fold, I don’t think any of the Houses are back to full strength.” Well, that’s good to know. But that also means I might have to content with each House, should we run into any of them and should they pose a threat. Searching the last Vandel, I found some kind of Fallen Transponder.
However, a large shadow loomed over us, making me blink as I looked behind to see the Dragoness back on her feet. She was injured moments ago!
“Uh…”
“Sleep.” She spoke out that single word, and just like that, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
(Third person.)
As the Guardian and his Ghost hit the floor, sleeping, the Dragoness in question sighed. “Sorry Guardian.” Reaching out, she picked Revenic and Garrex up in one of her claws. Before she departs from the wasteland, she looked towards the dead Fallen and hiss. “Damnable things. I can’t believe I let you shoot me like that!” Those were her final words as she took flight.
Back on Earth, the one responsible for almost getting Revenic swatted was place in jail for false accusation, attempted murder, abuse of the Emergency System, and hacking into another person’s online account. Sentence to serve up to thirty years in prison, and fined to pay up to twenty-thousand dollars. The police on the night Revenic had suddenly disappeared could not explain the event that took place.
Within Equestria, Celestia’s political battles continue on as she verbally wrestles some form of control from the ever-greedy Nobility that were trying to make life harder for the common citizens, while also getting reports of strange, four-armed creatures seen staking inside the Everfree Forest. The Nobles quickly wrote this off as a hoax, thinking that it was the ‘peasants’ making up stories and wasting time with useless pranks.
However, once court had finally come to a close, Celestia retreated into her office and read more that was written on the reports. Apparently, the four-armed creatures were also seen in the Dragon Lands, as she sent out scouts to keep an eye on things on the border. There were even some disturbing discoveries of dead Dragons, supposedly killed by these things and harvest. Whatever is happening, it could potentially happen in Equestria as well.
“Guardian...Guardian, wake up!” Hearing Garrex’s voice was enough to do so, even if it he sounded like a nagger.
“Ugh. What happened?” I asked him, finding myself in...a very, very large bed...one that seems to have been built for a- “The Dragoness! Where is she!?”
“Whoa! Slow down, Rev!” Garrex told me as I jumped out of bed. “Look, I want answers too. Believe me. However we can’t leave this room, not without her.” I looked at my Ghost in confusion.
“What? Are you saying that, without her, others might kill us on sight?”
“It’s a high possibility. We shouldn’t risk it.” Well, I guess he had a point. But still...
“Where are we?” Looking around, this room was rather...ornate. I mean, I’m no Architect or anything that runs along that line of work, but I swear this reminds me of Calus; living like an Imperial Royal.
“I think we might’ve been brought to the Dragon’s capital city.” Garrex answered, hovering over to a set of doors. “Take a look.” He suggested.
Walking over to them, I open them up and it lead to a balcony, overlooking the city. “Holy shit...” I utter out under my breath, moving out onto it. “What...what happened?” Seriously, if you thought the city was gonna look like what I saw in the room, you’re dead wrong. It looks more like a slum. “Fuck me, what happened to them? It looks like they’re slowly getting ransacked of all they’ve own!”
“Along with some of our kind, too.” I kinda jumped a little in fright, I wasn’t expecting the Dragoness to come back any time soon, no less sneak up on us like that.
“Wait, what?” I turned around to look...up at her. God this is strange.
“Not only are we getting pillaged, but our kin are also being taken. Used as slaves for others entertainment or ulterior motives.”
...I...FUCKING CALLED IT! I knew this wasn’t the peaceful, happy world the damn show produced! And now, I’ll have to go around and about to clean this shit up! Fucking great!
“Uh...Rev?” Garrex spoke.
“What?” I replied with seething hatred.
“You may want to calm down, your powers are...going haywire.” When he said that, I looked down at myself and saw that, indeed, my powers were going haywire. The energies of Arc, Solar and Void Light were sparking out from my being, singeing anything that it touched. “Just...take deep breaths, buddy.”
Doing as Garrex suggested, I took in a few deep breaths, calming myself down until my powers weren’t running rampant due to me losing it. “Okay, I think I’m good now.” I sighed.
“Thank you for calming down, and the sentiment is appreciated.” The Dragoness spoke up. “I believe introductions are in order.”
“Along with an explanation.” I retorted before giving her my name. “I’m Revenic, Rev for short. This is my Ghost, Garrex.” Said Ghost gave a short bow to her.
“Pleasure, my name is Amethysto.” The Dragoness stated, giving a graceful bow. “You are a perceptive individual. Believe it or not, I’m an Ahamkara.”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as Garrex and I recoil from that bombshell.
“An Ahamkara! Here! How!?” Garrex questioned.
“Please, do be quiet.” Amethysto hissed in response to our outburst. “No one truly know of my nature and I would like to keep it that way.” I bit my lip just to shut myself up. The last thing I want happening is death befalling on our heads.
“Sorry.” Garrex whispered. “But, still, how are you here? I thought Riven was the very last one.” Oh, right. The Last Wish raid. I haven’t done the raid, or any other raid for that matter, in Destiny 1 or 2. Wasn’t a big fan of it. I would just watch it on YouTube.
Amethysto sighed. “It’s complicated. As of right now, I AM the last Ahamkara. The details of my arrival to this universe was the result of my lost in a card game.” That...okay, what?
“You, an Ahamkara, playing a card game? With who?” I inquired, still a little confused by that last statement of hers.
“A woman who calls herself Jinx. But I don’t know what she is.” She explained, but it didn’t really answer everything. “She appears human, but isn’t born as one. Her powers are...possibly beyond anything. She is neither the Light or the Darkness. When I encounter her, I made the foolish decision of asking her what she wishes, and that was when she wishes to play a card game with me.” Amethysto continued.
“And you lost? This Jinx, she didn’t rig the whole thing, did she?” I asked her, wanting to learn more about this being.
Amethysto shook her head. “If she really did, then I’ve been made the biggest fool of my kind, more so than Riven. But no, I sense no deception, no foul play, nothing. I lost fair and square.” She gave a dry chuckle. “To think, something so trivial, like a simple card game, would be the means of my defeat. After that, she sent me here, my powers remained...except granting wishes. Jinx somehow removed that ability, the very one we Ahamkara are known for - even in death - and she took that away from me.”
“...My god, what the hell is Jinx?” As of this moment, I’m terrified of Jinx. Whatever she’s supposed to be, she’s not someone I want to mess with. Period.
“I only wish I knew.” Amethysto muttered before clearing her voice. “Ahem! Anyway, let’s move on. When she sent me here, she also showed me things about this world, and the events that will take place within the next five hundred years.”
“That being?” Garrex inquired.
“The return of Nightmare Moon.”
“Wait, what!? We’re five hundred years away from that!?” I can’t believe this! Five hundred years early before Nightmare Moon’s return!
“So you do know of it?” Amethysto asked and I nodded my head, still in disbelief shock. “Does that mean you watch that show?”
“No, not really. I only know some things, but not everything. I’m not exactly a die-hard fan of the series.” I answered her.
“Alright. Anyway, I have something for you.” Moving over to the bed, she moves it out of the way and dug out a...case? “It was something Jinx gave to me once I was transferred here. I think she wanted me to give it to you, seeing as I couldn’t open it and take a look inside.” Presenting the case, I walked up to it and take it from her.
I place the case in question down on the floor and proceeded to unlock it, and once I lifted up the lid, I was stumped. “No fucking way...” I was trying my hardest not to freak out, because inside this very case... was Redrix’s Broadsword and Luna’s Howl. “Oh, my god.”
“Is...is he alright?” I heard Amethysto ask Garrex as I slowly drag my hand over the Pinnacle Legendary weapons.
“Huh. How convenient. He just finished both of those quests in the Crucible before I made contact with him.” Now that my Ghost mention it, yeah. I was playing Competitive Crucible and just managed to make it to Fabled in my Glory rank, which ended up maxing out my Valour rank. Holy shit, I managed to get both of these weapons!
“Wait, how hard was it to get these weapons?”
“Very hard. I’m just glad he reset his Valour rank for the fifth time, and managed to finally reach Fabled in Glory rank...”
I wasn’t really paying attention to their little conversation, I was trying my damn hardest not to cry. I mean, when Forsaken dropped and these new Pinnacle quests came in, after finishing the Campaign and obtaining Cayde’s Hand Cannon; Ace of Spade, I was busting my ass off in the Crucible to get these weapons, but I don’t think I had any hope of getting the Not Forgotten. Getting the necessary kills with Luna’s Howl? Maybe. Reaching Legend in Comp.? No. Just...no. Every ounce of my being would never be able to handle that mind of stress. But I’m very happy with what I got right now-
“WHAT!?” I was spooked out of my musing as Amethysto sounded bewildered, but looking back at her, she looked to debating whether to be stunned, or pissed. “ARE THEY INSANE!?”
“OW! HEY!” Garrex flinched away from her outburst, apparently he told him about these weapons and how Crucible works. “Not so loud!”
She was about to retort, but bit her bottom lip and let out a growl of frustration. Taking in some deep breaths herself, she spoke in a calm manner. “Apologies for my outburst, but I really should bring you before our Elder Council. They, along with the Dragon Lord, Torch, would like to meet you.” Oh great, time to get political.
Seeing as I have no choice, I agreed and equip Redrix’s Broadsword in-hand and Luna’s Howl holster behind my back. Once done, Amethysto lead us to this Council, probably heading towards parliament. Or maybe we are already here? I mean, now that I think about it, Amethysto has got to be part of this nation’s governing body. If that’s true, what sort of ministration does she run? “No. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. All I need to worry about is whattheCouncilwant of me.”
“That would be more considerate of you.” Okay, not gonna lie, I nearly shat myself when I heard Garrex talking to me inside my head. “Sorry about that, but this is the only way we’ll have a private conversation. It also doubles as a mental barrier to any form of intrusion trying to enter your mind.” Well, that’s nice to know. Kinda wish I knew of this beforehand. Better late than never.
“Revenic?” Upon hearing Amethysto calling my name, I saw that we were standing before a large set of doors. Damn, I must’ve been out of it for a little while. “Are you ready?”
“No.” I sighed, already feeling nervous. “But it’s not like I can back out, let’s just get this over with.” Steeling my nerves - my god that was cheesy - Amethysto open the doors and we entered the building. Walking down the halls, filled with statues of important figures, if the names are of any indication, she lead us through as we drew closer to our destination. I heard voices inside the room, speaking amongst themselves over recent events. None of them good news.
Amethysto push open the doors, not really bothering to knock first as everyone stopped talking and were looking our way.
“Amethysto!” One of the elderly dragons called out her name, as we made our way towards the center of the chamber. Again, not an architecture, but this kind of reminds me of ancient Greece, or even Rome. Those are the only sorts of references I can make out from what I’m looking at right now. “Is this the being you spoke of?”
“Yes.” Amethysto answered, before hearing one other elder let out a scoff.
“I’m not impressed, and quite frankly, you should have left it to rot.” Looking to my left, I saw the elder in question looking down at me. As if I was worth nothing. “We should throw it out.”
“Be silent, Counciler Novax!” Now that’s one biiiiiiig Dragon, and if I had to guess, that must be Torch, the current Dragon Lord. He was glaring down at Novax for a moment before relenting, turning to face us. “Apologies, but we’re not all that convinced. While you may not look like those creatures, you are not of anything we’ve seen or know of in this world.” Well, I can’t fault them for being skeptical, but at least they aren’t outright cynical bigots, like that Novax prick.
“That’s reasonable.” I replied with a shrug. “What is it you want to know?”
“We want to know who and what you are, for starters.” The next elder answered, a female, as the rest nodded in agreement and look to me for the answers.
“My name is Revenic, Rev for short if you want to call me by that. As for what I am, Human. At least by physical appearence.” I told them but they were confused by that last sentence. “Garrex, come on out.” Lifting up my left hand, my Ghost manifested before everyone and they were genuinely surprised by this display. Excluding Amethysto.
“Greetings. I’m Garrex, his Ghost and partner.” He introduced himself before the Council. “And as to what he said before, he was born a Human, but has become something more than that now. A Guardian.” My Ghost explained, but they all seem to be a little bit stunned.
“This is unexpected…”
“Amazing…”
“Nothing like this has ever existed before...”
Soon enough some of them came closer and started to...examine us both. They threw a lot of questions our way, some were easy to answer, others we couldn’t tell them. I mean, would they even believe us if we told them about the world I came from, or from where Garrex hails? Although, Novax was just sitting there watching the whole thing unfold. If anything, I think he knows something is up.
So why doesn’t he point that out?
“Alright, give them some space!” Torch demanded and they obey without causing much of a fuss. “Now then, what should become of Revenic and his Ghost, Garrex?” That made me raise an eyebrow at him.
“Well, seeing as how he has defeated these creatures that threaten our kind, why not let him deal with it?” One suggested.
“We don’t even know how many there are. He’ll more than likely be walking into a den of wolves!” Another argued. “Not to mention, we don’t even know where these are based!” There’s that problem, too.
“Then, let us ask the boy.” Novax chided into the discussion before looking towards me. “Tell us, what would be the best course of action?”
“...Build a wall.”
“I beg your pardon?” Torch asked as he and the rest of the council were confused.
“Build a wall.” I proposed to them, again. “Build a wall around this city of yours. As strong and tall as you can build it. The first thing you…” I paused as I thought to correct that, before continuing on, “We need to do, is protect our home. Without it, there isn’t much hope left for anyone. We need to ensure the safety of civilians, because they expect that from us. Until we build up enough strength, that wall needs to be built.” I explained to them.
This lead to a session of discussion, between themselves, debating whether they should take up my offer or not. Of course, while they were busy doing that, Garrex turned to face me.
“You know, for a moment, I thought you were Zavala.” He told me, gaining a chuckle out of myself.
“I hope not. Nothing against him, but I don’t think I’m cut out to be a Commander.” Honestly, I’m not prepared enough to take on such a responsibility. I’m not even sure if I’m ready for that. The amount of work, time and management that comes along with it...how do our men and women, who serve to defend our countries, deal with such tasks that comes with those ranks? I know, stupid question because they were trained to do so. Even so, I’m not like any of those brave souls.
“Revenic?” Amethysto nudged at me with her snout, snapping me out of my musing. “Are you alright?”
“I hope so.” I answered as I look up to her. “I was lost in thought.”
“Don’t worry, I’m here to help.” She assured me that much, and I was grateful for that. “Although, I must ask, why did you say ‘we’?” That’s a good question. Why did I phrase it like that? These weren’t exactly my people, yet I’m pledging my allegiance to the Dragons. Is it because I’m trying to find purpose? To give meaning in my life? To build up a legacy? Actually, that last one might happen whether I like it or not.
“...So, it is decided.” Hearing this, I saw all of the Elder Council and the Dragon Lord looking my way. “Young Revenic, we will move with your plan; build a wall around our city.”
“But what’s the problem?” Because from what I’ve seen of their home thus far, it has to be the resources and manpower they’re struggling with right now.
“Hmm, you seem to be perceptive. Well, if you have already guess; our resources are stretched thin and there aren’t enough Dragons to start the construction. We can draw up the plans, but it would be utterly useless if not put into motion.” Figure it wasn’t going to be easy.
“I don’t suppose you have any hotspots, figuratively speaking, for gathering material necessary to building the wall?” Garrex inquired.
“We do, but thanks to those damn Fallen, we had to abandon them.” Novax answered with a sigh. “The good news is, we manage to hide the entrances from them. The bad news is that they’ve probably set up and are waiting for us to return.” I wonder why he went from being a cynical asshole, to an informative caring guy?
“Until then, construction will have to wait.” Torch spoke up next. “For now, Amethysto will be looking after you. That means she’ll show you around our city, so that you may become familiar with your surroundings.”
“And to also keep an eye on me, right?” I questioned. They may not have stated that she’ll also be my jailer, but even I know I can’t let a foreigner wondering about within my city unchecked. Especially if said foreigner is an all powerful alien. “It’s okay, I understand. I would’ve done the same.”
“Thank you for being understanding and cooperative.” Torch let out a sigh of relief before ending it with, “That said, you and Amethysto are dismissed.” Giving a bow to him and the Council, we left the building and headed into the city.
“Well, that was eventful.” Garrex complimented.
“Stay close to me, boys. The locals may try to run you out of the city.” Amethysto warned us, spreading out her right wing and wrapping me up in it, pulling me closer to her. “At least this way, they won’t try to hurt you.”
“I should’ve thought about how other Dragons would see me.” I sighed as something so glaringly obvious like that had slipped my mind. “Especially with how things have been going lately.” I may have won the government’s trust, somewhat, but earning that from everyone else? That’s entirely different.
“Well, we still got some daylight. Let’s go.” Amethysto lead us straight into the city, as I had Garrex place my helmet back on. I’m not taking any chances, so preparing myself for the worst case scenario was the best course for me.
“Here goes nothing.”
(Third person.)
“...What do you mean by ‘Lightbearer’? You’ve never made any mention of this.” A Noble ask, sounding rather agitated by this development. “Nevermind. Just deal with it and get me those overgrown reptiles.” She demanded, only to be threatened by growls and snarls. “Alright, alright! No need to come down on me like that. Just...sort this Lightbearer thing out as fast as you possibly can. We Nobles are starting to lose some of our influence and privilages in politics.” Ending her conversation, the transponder shut off as the Noblemare in question lean back in her chair and sighed.
For months their Princess has been chipping away at their liberties, slowly but surely they would have little to no control over what should happen and what shouldn’t happen within Equestria. While giving the ‘filthy’ commoners more leeway, meaning paying less taxes and earning more money by working hard. The Unicorn mare gave a disdainful scoff at the mere thought.
“Doesn’t the Princess know that we Nobles are more important than those low lives?” She asked out loud, talking to no one as she got out of her seat and paced back and forth. “We’ve done more for this country than they have, and we’ve been more than generous enough to the common citizens…”
While the Noblemare began to rant, she failed to realise that she was being spied upon by one of Celestia’s Shadows. They were a secret division put in place after Luna’s fall, to be on the lookout for any suspicious activities and report them back to her. Or deal with it by any means necessary. Nobody knew who these unique individuals true identities were, and it was for the best no one knew of their existence.
“Hmm, Lightbearer.” The Shadow hummed thoughtfully. “Seems some of these Nobles are responsible for what is happening to the Dragons. Still, I must report this to Princess Celestia at once.” With that, the Shadow made a beeline to the Canterlot Castle, keeping to the shadows so as not to alert anyone.
As for the House of Devils, they prepared their armory...