Light..... hope, prosperity, peace. Light pierces through the anatomy of the shadows, in order to silence its horrors and suppress the grasp it withholds on life. Does the Light talk? Does it help us? Not...... not why the Traveller remains dormant.
The cave, illuminated by phosphorous torches dotted around its confines, revealed iteratively every crevice and crack of the monolithic doorway and the alcove beyond it, detailing the walls to reveal the decaying corpses of Fallen that were engraved into the sediment like statues and symbols. The corpses were viciously decimated, decaying within the sediment to reveal the detestable remains of the alien species.
The three prehistoric creatures.... without a better means of classification, lavished in the chamber beyond the vast doorway, and vicariously stared at the miniature Guardian and the even smaller orb of nanotechnology, infused with light, that followed him. The Warlock felt belittled, scared for the first time since revival. He had not experienced fear like this to his recollection. He did not fear the Fallen.... he just saw it as a duty to fight against them, as a soldier perhaps, with a sadistic sense of enjoyment in the sport. Everyone is given a choice, and with the besieging darkness, the choice is to fight and cripple its endeavour to devour, or repose and wait to be devoured.
'Choice, truly wonderful..... deciding fait in a second. Beautiful but treacherous.'
'Choice, leads to opportunity..... opportunity lead to wishes..... wishes lead to greed.'
The behemoth creatures, featured with pale grey scaled skin, four crushing legs, and two gargantuan spiked wings, resembled dragons, which telepathically projected this philosophical monologue to the Guardian. Their phosphorous fiery eyes, beaming at the trembling individual rooted to the spot where he was poised.
'What do you desire oh Bearer of Light?' The central demonic creature asked the Warlock telepathically, in a deep bellowing tone.
The Warlock pondered the meaning of the question, and the origin of these 'dragons', analysing the extremely detailed and battered scales of the troglodytic beast. The creatures, the largest of which was positioned in the centre of the room, with the two other aforementioned beings either side of it, were the living embodiment of power.
The Warlock, openly fearful of these prodigious creatures, fell silent after hearing the echoes of the dragons in his mind. As he opened his mouth to speak he was abruptly halted.
'We do not speak oh Bearer of Light, we will read your thoughts to conserve our time.' Echoed the menacing beast.
'What are you?' Asked the conspicuous, but fearful Warlock.
'We are the Ahamkara perceived, oh watcher of mine, as hunted to extinction by your kind.' Explained the troglodyte. 'We abstain powers beyond your light, thou granted wishes oh to your kind.'
"What are they saying?" Asked the Ghost, who seemingly could not hear the articulation of the monolithic beasts, that lay beyond the doorway.
"They said they are the A-ham-car, something." Answered the Guardian, in a juvenile manner, resembling perplexity in a clearly panicked state, towards the varmints ahead of them.
"The Ahamkara?" Questioned the Ghost, as it began to tremble in its floating path, manipulating its technological chatter into a screech.
"Yes..." The Warlock answered hesitatingly.
"<EEK>!" The Ghost incontrovertibly unnerved, phased out of existence precipitately. "Guardian, be ever so careful!" Explained the Ghost.
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Destiny
ActionBased on the action/adventure 1st person shooter, created by Bungie, this is my adaptation of the story, delving into stories and scenarios not portrayed in the game. This is my own take on the story, following my Guardian as he, and his Ghost, trav...
