Destiny: Legend Untold, Chpt 12 Pt 6

[u]Chapter Twelve: The Old and the New[/u] Part Six Each time I encountered Veronica she would drop another instruction or phrase: "Knowledge is power", "don't restrain, manipulate", and "the Void is the answer", to state a few. Of course, during some encounters she was just flirting. At one point I was crouched behind a Fallen crate in the building marking one edge of the arena and shooting down anyone who came across the opposite end, but I made the mistake of staring down the barrel too long without checking my motion tracker. Something red and close-up moved in front of me to block my view, and I looked up expecting to see an ignorant teammate but instead found my head at level with the low-cut collar of Veronica's robe. With reddened cheeks I quickly snapped my eyes up to look at Veronica's face, but found the barrel of fusion rifle instead. "Eyes up, Guardian," Veronica chided, then pulled the trigger. • • • After several minutes of this with Veronica taking me down far more than anyone else on the other team, I felt like I was starting to get her point. She was telling me how to be a Voidwalker, and I was taking her lesson to heart. Tentatively I had begun using my Light to draw Void from the space around me, slowly relaxing the tight restrictions I had grown used to keeping on its flow. I guided the current, making sure I was using enough to prevent the need for aggressive dispersal. Invigoration rose over me as I used my energy to fuel my movements and provide myself with grenades during the match. Before long I was reaping the arena as Veronica had, drifting from enemy to enemy with the speed in which my power flowed. Last time I had used this much Light it had been too much and made me release energy on anything that moved, but now I drifted calmly down a river gently guided by my own will. The Void was raw power, and I had finally learned not to force it to stop. My fist drove into the stomach of an enemy Hunter, knocking him back and giving me a clear shot at his head with my scout rifle. As I walked away from the Ghost now hovering over its Guardian's lifeless body, Shaxx's voice rang out in my helmet. "I can't believe what I'm seeing!" the Crucible Handler bellowed ecstatically, then clicked off of the channel to comment on the actions of others in the battle. But I barely registered the encouragement and kept my mind focused on finding my next target. "William, they're grouping up," Sierra told me over the coms. "Don't worry, I've got this," Drew assured us, then began to yell madly. I heard gunfire from his end and his yell was abruptly cut off. "Yeah," Sierra sighed, "So come help us break them up William. Just went from four to five of them grouped up." "On it," I replied, following the marker on my HUD that displayed her location. I had found the answer. My feet carried me past stacks of crates, keeping them between me and the enemy so I wouldn't be shot. My power was meant to be guided, not restricted. Vaulting lightly up onto the toppled section of building from earlier, I spotted the cluster of opponents bunkered down between a couple of old cars and altered my course to head straight at them. I wasn't thinking of how I would face them; I just followed instinct. I was no longer afraid. With a bound propelled by my Light I launched myself into the air towards my opponents. Some distant part of my mind counted four of them now, Veronica and Trixie amongst them. My Light had accumulated, and I began to concentrate it for use as I soared through the air. I did not know how I would attack with my Light, being a Defender, but I carried on anyway with hope for the best. I was the conduit. The group below spotted me and a couple began to focus their fire on me, but it was already too late. All the energy flowed down my right arm and into my hand, and I pulled my arm back smoothly as I took aim. I was synonymous with power. As I pushed my hand forward in a launching motion similar to throwing a shot put, a glowing violet orb formed within my palm. Leaving a trail of energy through the air behind it, the orb instantly expanded into an obscured sphere bigger than I was upon escaping the limits of my hand. Behind the helms of the four Guardians below me surprise was registering, and they all began scrambling to get out of the way of my Nova Bomb. But it was too late, and all were eradicated in the blast, no hint of their presence remaining amongst the ethereal flames that scorched the ground. "I...I can't believe what I'm seeing..." Shaxx's astounded voice fell on deaf ears. I witnessed the Nova Bomb making contact and registered that Shaxx was speaking, but took in none of it as I drifted down to the ground. My mind was focused on processing the flurry of images that had gone through my mind in the instant I released the attack. I had been drifting again, through the forest of glass and memories that were not of my mind or my time. When I finally came upon the great throne of glass, I saw something new. Before the steps lay a single platform of solid ground, and upon it was a Guardian I recognized all too well. It was he who had been revived on the same day as me; he who had discovered both the Hive and Rasputin as well as devastate the Devils and open the path to the Moon. He only glanced back at me for a moment as my feet touched lightly behind him, his head moving slightly in a nod, before his gaze turned back to the throne and he raised his gun. Suddenly, all the drifting glass around us shot past to conjoin with the throne and make it larger, all of their reflections now displaying the two Guardians that stood before them. But after a moment, the reflections dulled and cracks spread through the throne, and with a crystalline ring it all shattered into a million pieces that dissolved in the vacuum around us. My feet touched the ground and I landed in a kneeling position with my right knee on the ground along with my left hand for stability. Standing up slowly amongst the fires of my Nova Bomb, I now knew what I must do. If I ever found myself at the glass throne, he must be there for us to win. Finally taking in what had just happened, I looked at my hands in surprise, traces of Void still faintly tracing paths around my right hand. "That's new," I stated simply, unable to find the words to describe what I had just done. "You know, when I told you to get control over your Light," a rough voice spoke out behind me, and I turned only my head to find Crag standing behind me, hand cannon leveled at my head. I took this brief moment to take in Crag's weapon, knowing the chances of him ever drawing it again while I was around were rather low. It was simple, yet eloquent, its blacks and dark greys blending smoothly at each other's borders as they flowed together down the barrel and handle of the gun in patterns of waves and swirls. It was a beautiful gun, it's design seemingly basic but taking a patient artist's hand to create, and deep down I felt some form of honor that he was using it on me. "I didn't expect you to do something like this," Crag finished, and punctuated his sentence with the dull ring of his cannon. ______________________________________ I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and it's surprises. William has a lot to learn and a long path ahead of him, and I know he would be glad to have all of you supporting him through it all Link to Chpt 12 Pt 5: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/223245623/0/0 Link to Chpt 13 Pt 1: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/225527634/0/0 Link to ToC: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212710816/0/0