[spoiler]fore more of my posts click the tag nicryhmes.[/spoiler] The story of a guardian and her ghost in the great seige of the city, the first battle of the Red war.     Guardian and ghost wander the city streets looking around at beautiful store fronts some of witch were already hanging decorative ribbons and banners adorned with symbols that resembled Sol. Today would be the first day of the Solstice of Heroes, a celebration of all who serve the city. As the Guardian wanders she chats with her ghost,"Ghost look! My robes would look great with this fabric," she says, holding the fabric against her armor."What do you think ghost?"    "Well it does look nice, but are you sure you can afford it? We are kinda broke," the ghost said with a small chuckle.     Just then there was a deafening roar and the Guardian looked up to see the tower go up in flames, a massive red ship looming overhead. "What is th-that?!" The Guardian yelled.    "It's the Cabal! How could they get past our scanners?!" The ghost said, hardly believing the spectacle before him.       "We've gotta get these people somewhere safe!" The Guardian yelled, barely managing to be heard over the roar of the ongoing barrage.     The Guardian looked up and down the block. Upon spotting an old cellar she started gathering civilians and herding them twards the door. The Guardian looked at all the scared faces and thought this must be a dream, a nightmare.     And then the bombs started dropping. What started as just a far off rumbling quickly became a thunderous rythym as missiles and rockets soared to the ground. One , landing mere meters from the small group sending debris flying every direction, and made the Guardian's ears ring with the deafening blast.     The Guardian stumbled forwards leading the group into the cellar. " Come on every one inside!" She shouted over the sound of the bombardment outside. Once she made sure everyone was safe she turned to leave, but a woman with dark hair and pale skin reached out and grabbed her arm as she started to ascend the stairs, " Why are you leaving?! Shouldn't you stay here with us?" The woman said in a scared whisper.     The Guardian looked her over with kind understanding eyes and softly spoke. "It's alright, I'll be back in a little while. I've got to go see if any one else needs help," the Guardian said and the woman slowly relinquished her grip.    When the Guardian emerged from the cellar the bombs had stopped dropping, the air was filled with ash, and tall plumes of smoke rose from the rooftops and streets. "Guardian thi-this is terrible!" The ghost exclaimed.       But before the Guardian could reply a large black sphere crashed into the street in front of them. It melted away to reveal a tall creature with blood red armor and menacing glowing eyes, she dove behind a large concrete slab that had been blown off the building overhead.     The legionary spoke in its guttural language startling the warlock that was less than ten feet away. A deafening scream split the air and the warlock peeked over her hiding space in time to see the legionary raise its strange weapon and shoot a woman at the other side of the street, her frail body falling to the ground. "[i]Damn[/i]!" The warlock whispered as she readied her shotgun.     The legionary looked up from it's prey at the sound he'd just heard.     She let out a long sigh, steadying herself and vaulted the stone wall and charged right at the legionary.    "Aaaaarrgh!" She yelled, sliding towards her target, closing the gap. The legionary let out a pained cry as she slammed the barrel of her gun under his chin. '[i]CRACK[/i]' the shot rings out but is quickly lost among the sounds of war surrounding the city.     The legionary's helmet falls to the ground as blood and pressure gell spew from his neck.     The warlock rushes to the woman's side, but she's too late. The woman's lifeless gaze fixed on the traveler. [spoiler]to be continued...[/spoiler] [u]Part two. [/u] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/254989364/0/0