Sierra's First Day

Before I begin this story that is about exactly what the title says, I have an announcement. I am resuming the writing of Destiny: Legend Untold, and Chapter 12 should be out shortly. However, school may make it difficult for me to produce more chapters quickly. Until then, I hope u all enjoy the beginning of Sierra's life as a Guardian. [i]Warning: rather inappropriate jokes are played on a character in this story, and although I don't pass the PG rating or describe any inappropriate features, those uncomfortable with the thought of nudity should reconsider reading.[/i] ________________________________________ Part One At first, everything was dark and cold. But in one sudden moment I was flooded with warmth as a light flashed into view and pulled me out of the blackness. I snapped up with a gasp of pain, feeling as if I was breathing into a dusty old bag that had been laying untouched for years. As my breathing continued, it grew more steady and cleared of the feeling of age and lack of use. I stretched my arms and legs, flexing my muscles and clenching my fists as I got a feel of my body. Who was I? Where was I? Why did I feel so at home in a body I didn't remember? Before I could take in any of my surroundings, a small object floated in front of my face, separate sections of pristine white casing adjusting frequently around a spherical core. The part of the core facing me had a circular screen displaying a glowing blue eye that watched me with fascination. "Wh-What are you?" I asked, my voice coming roughly at first but smoothing out as I went on. "I am your Ghost, a dashingly handsome machine created by the Traveler to bring you back to life," it explained with the voice of a middle-aged man. "Me? You know who I am?" I questioned the Ghost. "Well...no, I just know I was meant to find you," he told me, "Do you remember your name? Or, well, anything at all?" "Name...I don't know, I can't remember anything," I sulked. "It's that way with every Guardian," the Ghost assured me, "You'll remember your name, eventually, but Guardians typically don't remember a thing from their pasts. Although I have heard that some Guardians dream of their past..." "Guardians? There are others like me?" I inquired. "Oh yes, plenty, although I must say you're one of the prettiest I've seen before," he answered, his eye looking me up and down slowly. That's when I looked down at myself and realized I wasn't wearing anything. With a shriek I covered myself with my hands and glared at the little machine, my face turning bright red. "You pervert! Why am I naked?!" I yelled at him. "Relax," the Ghost laughed, "I just didn't have any clothes or armor ready to put on you when I revived you." "Your sole purpose was to find me and you didn't think to get some clothes?!" I scolded him. "Hey, don't get mad at me, being naked is much better than if I had left you dead, plus you shouldn't be shy, you have quite a striking figure," the white casing bits around his core scrunched up in what seemed to be a wink. "Shut up!" I commanded and tried to smack him out of the air, then processed the rest of what he had said, "I was dead...is that why I can't remember anything?" The Ghost easily floated out of range of my blow and continued to chuckle as he answered, "Yes, that's why, at least as far as I can figure." "So where are we?" I asked, finally looking around. I sat in a grassy field, surrounded by greenery and flowers that rose almost above my head, and standing up I could see mountains and forests in the distance. A blue sky full of clouds arched over my head and near the edges of the forestry in the distance I could see what looked like houses. "Earth, in some remote area of Old North America," he told me, "Although honestly I'm surprised I didn't find a girl as gorgeous as you on Venus." "Shut...up," I growled. "Okay okay, fine, I'm just joking around," the Ghost defended himself, "I don't even have sexual desire towards you, or anyone else for that matter. Kind of a machine, if you hadn't noticed." "A lot of personality for a machine if you ask me," I grumbled. "Well I was organic once...I think..." he mused, "Anyway, we have to get you to the Last City before something besides me finds you." "The Last City? I don't think anything could be worse than you," I laughed. "I'm pretty sure four-armed scavengers that want to tear you to shreds count as worse than me," he said flatly. That quieted my laughter. "We're not dealing with humans?" I asked incredulously. "Back in the Collapse humanity lost the system to several alien races, and now the last of them reside in the City," Ghost explained, "It's the only place left that the Traveler can protect." "What's the Traveler?" I questioned, "You keep mentioning it." "It's an entity in the form of a moon-sized orb that came to your system long ago to spread its Light and prosperity," he explained, "But the Darkness followed it here and crippled it. The Traveler made all the Ghosts like me and sent us to find Guardians to fight against the minions of Darkness." "And you're not making all of this up?" I prodded. "No, I'm serious, and we need to get you to the City before humanity loses another Ghost and Guardian," the Ghost told me. "Do you have a name?" I asked. "No, but I definitely wouldn't mind having one. It's quite boring to be just another machine named Ghost," he sighed, "We're bonded together, and since I'm stuck with you until our ends now, you can come up with the name." "I'll think of something," I mused, "Alright, which way?" "Just follow me," the Ghost answered, and began floating off at a walking pace. I began to follow, still trying to keep myself covered as I wandered behind him. He looked back after a moment and tutted with amusement. "Don't worry, I won't tell," the Ghost called back before continuing on, humming merrily. With a sigh of defeat I let my arms drop and strode quickly after him, finally landing a light smack on him as I caught up. "I gave you that one," he laughed, and I couldn't help but smile as we moved forward together towards the buildings I had noticed earlier. It didn't take too long to reach the settlement, but my dismay only grew the closer we got. The place was in ruins; each house falling apart and charred from fires. Once we entered the town's borders I was already able to tell that this place had been pillaged and desecrated. Amongst the rubble I could see broken and ash-covered belongings of the people that used to live here that had apparently been determined as valueless. "Is this the work of those scavengers you mentioned?" I asked solemnly. "Yes, the Fallen have destroyed and stolen everything that wasn't already lost during the Collapse. Now they lurk outside the City, searching for a way to defeat us," the Ghost explained. I looked at the destruction around me once more. "I'm going to make them regret it," I vowed. "Movement," my Ghost whispered suddenly, and I quickly ducked through the remains of a doorway. Peeking out from my cover, I watched as a small group of aliens wandered by, coming from deeper within the town's abandoned streets. The leader had four arms and bore red and white armor, two electrified blades gripped tightly in its clawed hands. Behind it followed smaller beings with only two arms and stumps where the third and fourth should have been; these ones wore more skimpy armor and wielded small weapons. Each of the Fallen before me had four eyes and masks covering their mouths. "The one in the lead is a Vandal, and the others are Dreg," my Ghost whispered from just behind my shoulder, "The Fallen patrol their territory often, so it's not gonna be an easy trip home." "Wish I had a weapon," I muttered through gritted teeth. My right hand began to curl into a fist, but before it could clench all the way it wrapped around a metal hilt. With no small amount of surprise, I looked down to find a knife now held tightly in my hand. "Where the heck did this come from?" I whispered in confusion. "Guardians can make weapons and armor from their inventories appear and disappear at will, but you didn't have that when I found you and I certainly didn't give it to you," he answered. "Then where did it come from?" I repeated myself. "Hunters...Hunters are Guardians who are adept with knife work and always have one on them, and after using them will have them rematerialize to be used again," Ghost thought aloud, "You must be one." "Well that's just dandy, I'm a Hunter, we're safe now because I can give the aliens something to pick their teeth with!" I responded quietly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. _____________________________________ Link to Pt 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/222290359/0/0 Link to ToC: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212710816/0/0