[i]This is my first five-episode short series on this forum, so I hope you guys like a good story about the Hive and the Dark Below character Eris Morn. I realize there is controversy about which class she actually belongs to, so I just took my pick. I felt that in this particular story, she'd work better as a corrupted Voidwalker. Whichever class she is, I promise you'll like this story. Please read, bump, and enjoy! [/i] [b]Episode One[/b] The last of the acolytes fell, riddled with bullets. “Surround them,” ordered Eris. Her fireteam moved at her command as the Wizard before them shrieked in defiance. A sphere of black power swelled out of thin air like a shimmering haze over a heap of rotting garbage. Three hallowed Knights, roused by the dark energy, moved around the Wizard and raised shields not even the Light could penetrate. “Interesting bunch, aren’t they?” asked Toland. “The Hive wretches do have power.” “Indeed,” replied Eris. Toland circled around them and tossed a Void grenade at every shield, watching the harmless explosions get absorbed by the dark magic. Eris frowned. It was just like the Warlock to conduct experiments at such inappropriate times. Humanity was embroiled in a battle to reclaim the Moon and Toland was merely testing the waters. There wasn’t time. “Toland.” The man perked up at his name and shrugged, disappointment clear even through his helmet. He gestured to Eriana-3, the Sunsinger. The Warlocks raised a single finger. Concentrated beams of Solar and Void energy as thick as their forearms ripped past the Knights’ defenses and shredded the darkness that concealed them in an instant. Sai Mota and Omar Agah winked in and out of invisibility. Eris barely caught the Hunters' rapid maneuver. Blue light flashed against Eris’s visor. The explosion from the precision-grenades planted behind the backs of the Knights disintegrated them. The devouring power of the Arc left nothing. Only the Wizard remained, drooping in the air and dazed from the blasts. It was Eris’s turn. She unlatched a stasis receptacle from her belt and rolled the ball underneath the figure of rag and bone. A matrix of white fibers burst from the gadget, trapping the Wizard in a cage of pure Light. So, the pocket prison the Vanguard provided her turned out to be useful after all. *** “Interesting,” said Eriana. The Exo’s Ghost touched the forehead of the wizard. It was a simple tap. But it was enough to unleash a violent jolt of energy that sent the Wizard reeling against the invisible manacles that bound her in the air. Her cry sounded like metal grinding against metal. So much so, that Eris was prepared for the reinforced one-way mirror to shatter in her face. “Eriana,” said the Ghost. “It responds to pain.” Eriana shook her head. “It responds to the Light,” she corrected. “Hurt it again. Monster, heed me. Who is your master with the sword?” The Ghost shocked the Wizard once more. Usually, Eris was the one who interrogated captive enemies, but this was beyond her now. The Wizard spoke no English and the only person who could communicate with the beast was Eriana-3. The Exo was a disciple of the Praxic Warlocks, a sect that not only specialized in fire, but the dissection of the mind. It sounded impossible. Eris always wondered how a mere robot could understand and engage in such complex phenomena, however, the Traveler always had its ways. The Wizard struggled some more, then let out another gurgling shriek. “I can hear it,” whispered Eriana. “In my head. The swordbearer’s name is Crota.” The Exo glanced at Eris through the one-way mirror and back to her Ghost. “Record that.” Crota? Eris had never heard of that name before. “Should I burn it again?” asked the Ghost. “No. I think you’re only feeding it. I will touch its mind.” Eriana raised her palm over the Wizard’s gnarled face. “Tell me how to kill Crota.” Silence was her answer so then came the fire. White Light burst from Eriana’s palm and the Wizard screamed. “Tell me how to kill Crota.” The Wizard pulled against the pressurized manacles, growling. It shook and twist its body, and for a moment Eris thought the thing’s wrists would snap off like dry pieces of twig. Then she relented and growled. Eriana’s hand pulled back a little. “Incredible,” she breathed. “Where? Where is his throne?” The Exo pressed her palm back against the Wizard’s face and yelled as more white light glowed bright beneath her metallic skin. “Where is the twilight world under the dead star eye?!” It was like she was in a trance, thought Eris, disturbed. Her Ghost bobbed frantically, but Eriana swatted him away. “Eriana!” it said, with an irritated edge to his voice. “There’s word from the company in Mare Imbrium. Crota is upon them. Half a hundred dead. They [i]need[/i] us.” “Tell me where! Tell me how! Tell me!” The Exo shocked the Wizard with a dose of more stinging Light. A terrible howling screech rose from the throat of the monster and all went quiet. Eriana's shoulders fell and her head dropped forward. The Exo was whispering something, but Eris couldn’t make out the words. What did she see? What did she [i]hear[/i]? "Crota marches with a thousand Knights and they say the sky above Mare Imbrium has turned into green fire!" The Ghost continued to bounce and bob, trying in vain to capture his Guardian's attention. "They are dying in numbers I cannot bear to repeat...he kills them one by one with a sword that eats their Light. Eriana, we have to do something." Eriana looked up. “Kill the Wizard. Scatter the ash. It has nothing but lies to offer.” She turned her back and looked at Eris. “Get your sparrows. We have Light and fury. That will be enough." Eris hoped so. *** [b][url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/86724757]EPISODE TWO[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/86972599]EPISODE THREE[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/88446022]EPISODE FOUR[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/89082639]EPISODE FIVE P1[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/89111875]EPISODE FIVE P2[/url][/b] [i][b]DISCLAIMER: THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FAN FICTION, SO CREATIVE LIBERTIES HAVE BEEN TAKEN. DO NOT TAKE THIS STORY AS CANON. DUE TO A LIMITED AMOUNT OF LORE, I HAD TO SPECULATE ON WHICH CHARACTERS BELONGED TO WHICH CLASS AND SO FORTH. THERE IS HEAVY DEBATE ON WHETHER ERIS MORN IS A HUNTER OR WARLOCK, AND IN MY PERSONAL OPINION, MAKING HER A VOIDWALKER IN THIS PARTICULAR SERIES WAS A BETTER CHOICE[/b][/i] [b][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/100362914]DESTINY FAN FICTION ARCHIVE[/url][/b] [b][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/823422]JOIN CLAN FOR FAN FICTION UPDATES[/url][/b]