Morgen stepped out from his ship. He had his cannon on his back, and a refurbished dark age auto rifle at the ready. He scanned the area. The rig was completely covered with hive growth. A very insect like material covered the golden age rig structures. After more careful observation, he began to proceed on through the hive infested buildings, when finally he reached the coordinates that was sent to them by Zavala. It was a massive cave entrance that has almost looked naturally made due to hive corruption. Morgen stood in silence for a few moments before his ghost spoke.

"Brood nest."

Its voice was soft and full of worry.

"I dont think it is a very good idea for us to go down their."

Morgen gazed on the entrance, and not moments later a poud screech roared from inside of the enterance, and a large wave of chattering thrall came rushing out towards Morgen. Hungry for his light, the thrall are nimble, bone like creatures. They know nothing but to feed. With an endless dark appetite, they quickly closed in on the warlock. Morgen jumped back and quickly readied his rifle. He unloaded into the hoard of thrall, knocking them down with ease, but they just kept on coming. Morgen dropped his empty mag onto the pile of bones, and quickly slapped a new one in and kept his auto rifle singing. Now down to short controlled bursts, it was only a matter of time before the thrall overwhelmed the warlock. His auto rifle ran try again, but when he grabbed a new mag, a thrall had closed in on his left arm. It sank its teeth deep into Morgens arm, and bit down through the fabric of his robes and all the way down to the bone. Morgen quickly threw down a grenade and moved for cover. He opened his right hand and empowered it with light, then in a fast, fluid motion, threw the light to the ground, creating a rift to heal his wounds. A standard Warlock method, he was ready to fight again. Another wave of thrall approach, but this time backed by a giant, heavily armored hive knight. It wielded a shield made out of the dense bone structure its armor was forged in, and a sword that was fueled with the hives very own power, the power of the sword logic. The wave of thrall closed in on Morgen quickly, and quickly, they were put down by a swift vortex grenade from the warlock. One by one, they disintegrated into void light. Before Morgen had a chance to reload, the knight had rushed him, dropping his cleaver like blade onto Morgen without hesitation. Morgens auto rifle managed to take the majority of the blow, but unfortunately, it was shattered. Morgen leaped back as the knight recovered and began to charge him again. Morgen focused on the knight charging him, took a deep breath, and as the knight raised his mighty sword to strike at Morgen, he exhaled, and as the blade began to fall, he took a quick step to the side, and in the motion, leveled a palm strike were the elbow join of the sword bearing knights arm would be. The knight roared it in anger whilst dropping the sword to the ground. Morgen didn't waste any time in picking the sword up. The knight held his shield in a more defensive manner in an attempt to stand his ground against the Warlock. Morgen paced left for a moment, planning his strike against the weakened knight. Again, taking a deep breath in, and exhaling, he charged the knight, and dodged off to the right of his shield. Once recovered, he Cleaved the knights arm clean off, leaving the blade impeded into the metal floor of the rig. The knight knelt down in pain as the warlock centered himself on the knight. He picked up the blade that had taken the knights arm off, and as the knight gazed up at Morgen with its eyes still burning with hatred, Morgen drove the blade into the mouth of the knight. The knight fell back and turned to ash along with the sword. The fight was over, and the entrance to the nest was wide open. His ghost still didn't like the idea of going in, but they both knew that Sabot had to be found, and either brought back home, or layed to rest. Either way, there was no going back. Morgen readied his hand cannon, and proceeded into the mouth of the nest

The Space flight to titan is quiet. Not alot of conversation goes on between Morgen and his ghost. In his mind, Morgen questions to himself why he was even resurrected. He was reborn in old Russia, just outside of a town In the northern region. He was not like the others. When guardians are resurrected, they usually take the form of there past life, but have all of the memories erased. They dont know what they did or even how they died. Hence why most call it a rebirth. Humans are the most common form of guardians, but there are a few other species in which can weild the travelers light. Awoken and exos mainly. But Morgen was special. He was not human, nor awoken or exo. In fact, he resembled more of a bipedal canine species than anything else. Once he realized that he was the only of his kind, he chose to keep his clothes and armor on, and never took his helmet off in the presence of other guardians.

He stays in meditation for a moment and held the helm that lord Shaxx had gifted him in both hands. He brushed off the few SIVA nanites that were stuck to it, and gazed into it some more. After a little, he set this helmet down next to him, and lifted his old one off his face, revealing the dark grey fur that grew off his face and the rest of his body. He kept a deep scar that ran down his left eye. His two ears were pricked and cocked back almost all the time. His ghost watched him as he gently set the new helmet on over his face, and sealed it on. After a while, some light flickered on over the visor. He spoke to his ghost. "How do I look?"

"Lord Felwinter would be proud of you." His ghost gently rested on his shoulder. After a while, Morgen took him into his hand and stared at the little autonomous light filled robot.

"Do you think..."

Ghost cut him off. "You were not a faulty resurrection. I knew exactly what I was doing." Ghost knew exactly what Morgen was thinking. "You are worthy of the travelers light, just like Wülf and Sabot. And even if they knew how you looked, they still wouldn't think of you any differently."

Morgen looked out the canopy of his ship as they passed stars in light speed. "I know, but there will be others who seek to be against me for this, regardless of what I do. And this is something that I wish to avoid. Especially in a time like this, when the darkness is very nearly at our doorstep. We need the people of the city to be as United as they can be. Even if that means concealing my true identity."

Ghost lowers his shell onto Morgens Palm "I understand. Just promise me, no matter what happens, you won't grow distant from the people of the city, okay? I dont want to see us going down sorrows road. Not many come back from it."

There was a long moment of silence in the cab. Morgen places his ghost back over his shoulder. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a trinket that was given to him by Wülf when they first met. He had saved Wülf and his ghost from the fallen on that day. They never usually stray far from each other since then. Sabot used to run operations with them for a while. Cayde, before he died, took Sabot in as one of his scouts before too long. Morgen always figured he would get in over his head someday. He held the trinket in his palm and gripped it tight before putting it back into his pocket. After too long, they broke the atmosphere of titan and touched down on a near by landing pad next to Sabots ship. He checked his weapons and proceeded off into the mission area. "Dont worry Sabot, I will bring you home."

Morgen touched down at the tower landing pad. He is transmatted out of the ship, as his ghost sends it off to the hangar. The tower is bustling with all kinds of activities. The Postmaster area has a rather large long line formed in front of it that stretches all the way to the gunsmith. Banshee 44, the towers gunsmith, has a large array of weapons that he supplies to the guardians. He seems to be handing out more firepower than usual, with even more guardians, combat frames, and non guardians all gathered around receiving a large amount of guns and ammo. Morgen jogs off to Lord shaxx, but is met with the commander face to face. Commander Zavala is the head of all vanguard operations. He also outfits guardians with the latest Vanguard gear. "Good to see you, young warlock." He spoke to Morgen.

Morgen looks around, dodging people who seem to be in a hurry. "Rush hour, isn't it? What do you got for me this time commander, and please tell me it isn't another patrol operation in the tangled shore. I STILL cant find my hand cannon that the fallen stole from me."

Zavala gave Morgen a blank look. "No. Come with me to my office. I need to brief you on your new assignment and we dont have alot of time."

They proceeded off into the lower levels of the tower, through the vanguard halls, and finally Into the office. Zavalas office was a large open corridor that held the Vanguard colors and banners all around it. At the edge layed a small desk with a large window overseeing the city, and the fractured spherical ship that floats above it.they call this, the traveler, and beneath it, the last safe city. Meanwhile, Wülf and lord Shaxx discuss city preperation orders that were given to him by Ikora Rey, who is the head of the Siege preparations. Shaxx is facing towards a wall of monitors, watching his redjacks close off Crucible matches. There will be no more training operations until further notice. His focus however, is in one monitor in particular. The training areas on Titan, the largest moon that orbits Saturn, has gone dark. "I have seen alot of things, titan. But this, this concerns me. We almost never have failures like this, especially with the amount of power that is supplied to these areas. We never experience power outages like this." He holds a metal canteen in his left hand that is full of caffeinated liquids. Wülf stands up and approaches Shaxx. What would you like me to do?"

Shaxx turns to him, and without hesitation, starts barking out orders. "I need you to go around the tower and help the people of the city gather recourses and prepare for the oncoming storm. Remember titan, do all the heavy lifting. And DONT break anything like last time. I am still getting glimmer bills." Wülf nods, and hurrys off. Meanwhile, shaxx turns back around and places his hand on a large, metal box with the name "Morgen" engraved on it. The frame moving boxes behind Shaxx then collapses and breaks the fragile contents inside of the boxes. Shaxx shatters his canteen with striker lighting, turns around and starts shouting at the frame.

Meanwhile, Morgen and Zavala discuss the next assignment. Zavala stands at his desk overseeing the traveler that hovered over the city. He then turns to Morgen and sighs. "Sabot has gone missing in the rigs of titan. We haven't been able to make contact with him for several hours. We believe the hive might have found him and snuffed out his light." Morgen didn't say a word. Zavala continued. "We are sending you to the rigs to investigate. I uploaded his last know. Coordinates to your ship." He turns back to the traveler. "You knew him better than any of us, Warlock. He always kept his distance from all of us. Except you. Bring him home safely. Dismissed!"

Morgen nodded "you can count on me, commander." The young warlock turned and walked off. Leaving the commander alone in his office.


Moments later, Morgen finally arrives at the staging area in the hangar. Its quiet in this place, quiet compared to the main area of the tower. At the end of the hangar, stood Shaxx, and by his side, was the metal box with Morgens name engraved in it. Behind him, was his ship. Fueled and ready for the trip. "Warlock!"Shaxx called out to Morgen eagerly. "I have something that belongs to you."

Morgen approaches Shaxx and rests his hands on the metal box. He brushes dust off the box, revealing a symbol. One of a kind. It's the Symbol of the iron lords. Morgen looks up to Shaxx. "What is this?"

Shaxx unhinged the box. "Relics that were discovered and collected by the hero of the red war, and brought to me by the same person. He told me to give them to a new light who I trusted the most. You are the perfect candidate for them. But don't let it go to your head, Morgen!"

Morgen shakes his head at Shaxx. "Too late, one horn. What do you have for me?"

Shaxx laughs deep and loud, reaches into the box and tosses Morgen a helmet. It wasn't like any he had seen. This seems to be mimicking the shape of what can only be described as an angry canine. But sharp, and has a few burnt out SIVA nanites fused to it. On the back, was a ghost of a long dead warlord. Its singular eye moves around frantically, as if it were still alive.

"It belonged to a friend of mine. Felwinter. You remind me alot of him, young warlock. I took his head off a few times." Shaxx reached into the box again, and tossed a hand cannon to Morgen. The cannon wasn't like anything he had seen. It had a knife attached to it, to serve as a bayonet. Spikes were sticking out from the end of the gun like prongs. And most importantly, it was stained red from blood.

"It's a crimson hand cannon. If you ever find yourself in a situation were you have no light, and no way out, use the crimson. It will keep you alive, and see you to a way out of any situation, but at a cost." Morgen didn't say a word. He looked at Shaxx who still had his gaze on him. "Well?!"

"Oh, thanks Shaxx."

"Not what I was asking. Are you going to put the helmet on and see how it fits?"

"I will on the way there. I appreciate the parting gifts."

"Not one for taking your helmet off?" Shaxx laughs "Haha. Now you are reminding me of myself. Are you sure you are not actually a titan? No matter. I will personally be watching your feed. Be careful out their, Morgen. The rigs of titan are infested with hive. Dont let your guard down."

Morgen nods, and transmats off into his ship. The engines start up with a mighty roar and hurls the craft out of the atmosphere of the planet. Lord Shaxx sits there for a brief moment with his fists at his hips before turning around and heading for the command room.

The day was cold. Clouds hung low atop twilight gap. Wind blowing gently throughout the empty structure. Artillery placements stood silent overseeing what lies beyond the walls. Behind the guns, was a vast array of storages and ammo creats that were once full of life and action, now lay empty and lifeless. Left to rot by the warriors who defended this position long ago from the fallen invaders. The crack of gunfire breaks the peaceful silence. A sniper rifle for sure. Moments later, a young warlock glides into the scene, and over to a titan laying on the ground. He silently observes the titan, a large hole in the exos chest. Pierced right through his plasteel breast plate like it was nothing. Not before long, the warlock spoke. "Should have taken a different path. You might have just gotten the jump on me." A slight chuckle followed by the Warlock removing the magazine from his long rifle and loading it with a fresh round. The Warlock proceeds to pull out his ghost."get my good side,will ya?" The ghost tilts forwards, mimicking a nod. The warlock poses over the titan sticking his thumb out over him,and As soon as his ghost snaps the picture, the titan grabs the Warlocks arm, fracturing it at the elbow, then drives his shotgun into his chest, and swiftly, but brutally ends him. The titan, still week from the round that he had taken earlier, lays back down and slowly drifts off to death. Not long, they are resurrected by their ghosts. The titan stood up, and stared down at the young warlock, who was still laying down, though very much alive. "You going to get up, Morgen?"

Morgen shook his head "nah, give me a minute."

The titan laughed "you know better than to celebrate your kills like that, Morgen. Especially in these kinds of training environments."

Morgen gets up, dusts himself off, and crosses his arms "yeah, well not every enemy we fight can tank a high caliber long rifle like that. Well, maybe except for the Cabal. But we haven't seen alot of them since they tried to drive their not so Almighty into the city. Besides, I don't wanna knock that clean helmet off of you, Wülf. You polish that thing WAY to much, and your ghost undoes all of that work when it is put back together."

Wülfs ghost looks at morgen with its top spike lowered at him in disappointment. Wülfs laughter dampers the ghosts attempt to get back at morgen. "You got alot to learn, young warlock."

Their conversation got interrupted by Lord Shaxx, who transmatted himself into the area. Shaxx towered over both Morgen and Wülf, and spoke with a stern, yet energetic tone. He wore heavy plasteel titan armor with a white and orange color scheme. His helmet had a set of horns in it, whith one of them missing. He won't let his ghost repair it, it has been part of his identity ever since he lost it. Some believe it was ripped off of by a fallen captain during twilight gap. Others believe it was lost during a duel with Felwinter. Whatever the story was, there is one thing that everyone knows for sure. The helmet, it stays on. Shaxx lowers his attention at the two guardians. "Warlock!" He shouts. "How many times do I have to say, never celebrate your kills, and ALWAYS make sure you go in for the kill. You use a sniper rifle like lady Efirdeet, so I expect to see more tally from you. As for you titan, never wait for an your killer to come finish you off. You never know of they will check for a pulse bh giving you a few extra rounds to the head or not. You will be better off crawling out of their, and patching yourself up! That being said, you both fight like animals. Keep it up!"

Morgen, who's arms are still crossed looks at Shaxx."are we good to go another round then, you one horned gorilla?"

Shaxx shakes his head "No. The commander requested to see you, Morgen. He has a special task for you. Come see me before that though. I found a few gifts for you that an old friend would have wanted you to have. And I am NOT a gorilla!"

Shaxx and Wülf parted ways, but Morgen stayed behind for a little. Snow began to fall gracefully from the sky. As flakes landed on Morgens visor, rest there gently before they turn Into water and run off his sleek helmet and onto his Dark Age robes. Morgen gazes off to the sky and watches the clouds grow darker. His visor, though tinted, held a faint, orange glow from morgens eyes. He lowered his gaze and made his way to his ship. He did not want to keep Shaxx waiting.

So i will be writing a story here shortly and I thought I should explain a little details and go over the plot. There may be a few questions you may have. So let's jump right into this.

First let's explain that this IS a destiny based narrative. Meaning that it will take a few things out of the lore from destiny and be used as assets in this story. If you do not know what destiny is, it is a FPSMMORPG created by Bungie. It's a reasonably fun game, and I would recomend it since a good portion of it is free. Or if you would like to hear some of its main lore, go check out 'My name is Byf' it's a YouTube channel dedicated to covering lore of the destiny universe.

That being said let's move on to the plot. The story is called 'The Warlock named Morgen.' And yes you guessed it, it's about a young warlock named Morgen. Morgen is a newly resurrected guardian who was brought to the world at the end of the red war, and is undergoing training with his friends Wülf, a noble titan who has been around since the beginning of the city age, and Sabot, a dark age hunter who was once one of Caydes most trusted scout. The training match takes place between Morgen and Wülf, while Sabot is scouting Hive movements on titan. The training match is brought to a hold early by Lord Shaxx, who is tasked to reassign the two guardians. Wülf gets put on a reconstruction detail, and Morgen gets tasked to Titan to assist Sabot, whose comms went dark not too long ago.

If you are Interested In this, I will try my best to post new entries. My resources to edit is very limited and my time even more so. Again though, feedback is very welcome and I hope I get to write a fantastic story for every one who cares to read it.