Dorish Manik sat in the court room of Canterlot. Boy was he in trouble. In front of him lay his old armor and the weapons that once covered his body until he was a living armory. Dorish stared at the empty shell and looked down at himself, he was never going to fit in it again. However, with some clever intuition he would be able to fit bits of it on himself. The arm guard could go on one of his front...arms, the leg atmor would have to be cut in half but it could still fit on his lion legs.
Dorish still marveled at his new body, how such a creature could exsist was beyond him, how his soul was transfered to said body was beneath him. Dorish pondered all of this while he was locked up in chains and was being held in place by no less then ten ponies.
Dorish chuckeled when he thought about it, he had to learn Human history before he came to help them. From what he had been told, ponies were lame beasts of burden, dull colored and stocky. These ponies seemed to throw that out the window. Dorish was honestly glad he was out of that cursed long house, its power had taken ahold of him and shrouded his and DG's mind in shadow. An interesting thing was that when the throne exploded and was destroyed, the griffons all slumped over unconscious. Whitefeather himself cackeled and hugged Eriana as his body decayed and cell apart as he was still alive, eventually nothing was left but dust and a happy soul that was finally given freedom.
As Dorish had been escorted to Canterlot under heavy guard he saw the Griffins wake up and stare bluntly around before helping each other! The curse of the Royals had been lifted and Dorish felt his body weaken and become mortal, he was just a plane old griffin now.
Dorish looked over at where Shin Malphur stood leaning against a pillar with his hood obscuring the top half of his face. Imposing as ever. Eriana sat in the rafters above him, her watchful eyes studied him and made sure he wasn't going to make a move. He definitely wasn't with the Ice Breaker pointed at his head!
He sighed, they were waiting for the two rulers of Equestria to come back from their mysterious journey, how long that was going to take? He didn't know.
Eris stood on one of the balconies over looking the last human city, it had grown. She gazed wistfully at the moon and had a sudden urge to shout up at it and roar her grief and fury. She barely restrained herself from doing so. Eris was broken out of her thoughts when she was approached by a Titan with shit tier gear on and weapons that wouldn't scratch a Fallen's balls if it was at point blank range.
"Excuse me. Do you know where Xür is? Its friday so I was wondering if you could tell me."
Eris silently judged the Titan with her ghostly eyes, the darkness gave her a curse and a gift. She was cursed with never being healthy again, she was gifted with the sight to see the Light and Darkness that surrounded beings. This allowed her to gauge how well a Guardian fought and if they even stood a chance against the darkness. Apparently, this Titan was formidable in battle, never being killed and never once having to be revived.
"What is your name Gaurdian?"
The Titan paused and looked at her funny.
"My name is Toland."
Eris shrugged her shoulders and turned her back on the Titan, not caring much about him.
"Xür is at the Vanguards."
She heard his lumbering steps carry him away from her, thank goodness, she had started getting impatient with him. Hopefully that would be the last she saw of him. Eris looked up at the big white spere that hovered over the city, it was actually quite beautiful but that wasn't why she tensed up and let her jaw go slack. The traveler was reforming itself! Pieces from half way across the solar system teleported to it and re fashioned itself to the broken body of the Traveler. Eris felt an impact in her chest as the last piece fell in place the traveler had become whole once more, and it was using its immense power to teleport ALL guardians back to the tower.
"I'm bac.... Woah, didn't think my theory would be right."
Eris turned around and saw the same junky Titan from before, only, he wasn't junky at all. He wore a chest piece crafted from a light absorbing material that helped reproduce the body if you died. He wore leggings made from the same material and had three hand cannons strapped to each leg. His arm guards were glowing with a radiant blue armor, pure Light energy. His helmet sported a Mohawk that split his head like a knife and gave him a terrifying appearance.
He wore all Exotic gear, impossible...the shear amount of light energy required would consume the wearer and explode his body into a crater the size of the last city itself. She didn't even notice the Exotic weapons that he carried strapped to his back, she was just too awestruck. Toland just chuckeled.
"So, you done staring or are you gonna give me your name? I haven't been to the tower in a while...don't know anyone's names."
Eris jerked herself back into reality and saluted the obviously Legendary figure that stood before her.
"Eria Mourn, the last of the Six that went down, in charge of the assualt against the Hive army, I assume its an honor to meet you."
Toland laughed again before shaking her out stretched hand and leaned on the railing next to her, staring at the Traveler as it cast its magic.
"So, I am assuming you plan to get revenge? Well then, I'm coming with you. I also have a few selections to make, you will like them. However, we will still be one short. A challenge which I think we will be able to handle."
Toland's weight bent the railing slightly inwards, he didn't care much though. Eris and Toland both turned to watch the guardians that had been summoned teleport into the courtyard. More and more streamed in and some looked around, confused. Six even came in and slammed their guns on the ground, before stomping their helmets into unusable pieces of junk. After much shouting at the Traveler they calmed down enough to explain that they were the Six who went into the Vault of Glass to kill the dreaded Aetheon.
Everyone patted the six warriors on the back in sympathy, they were the lead group, they would have been the first to kill Aetheon.
The crowd of Two thousand or so Guardians dispersed as a massive gateway appeared in the center. Some pointed their guns at the portal and waited for what could possibly be an assualt, they weren't prepared for what came through. Eris definetly wasn't.
Dorish looked up from his crouched position over his armor and stared at the gateway that opened up over the ruler's throne. He had been allowed to put on his armor as best he could, he had discarded his helmet, back piece, and the top half of his leg guards. He tested his guns and found that all ten of them were in working order, he could also fit his claw into the trigger.
The pony guards all stared at the portal in awe, as did Shin and Eriana, they all felt a slight tug on their bodies as it beckoned them forward. Shin walked over to Dorish and released him from his chains and helped him onto his four feet. He then walked to the portal and stepped through it without hesitation.
Eriana stopped in front of the portal and waited for Dorish to go through it before following after him.
The portal closed behind them.