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caydesgirl-uldrensprincess · 3 years

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More about my Warlock

Guardians name: Isabelle Aubrey Brigham

Age: 27

Race: Awoken

Pronouns: She/Her

Class: Warlock

Preferred subclass(es): Void

Ghost's name: Hermoine

Fireteam name: The Sisterhood

Fireteam teammates: Chloe Brask, Tori-3, and Sage Heathcliff

Favorite legendary weapon: The Supremacy

Favorite exotic weapon: Hawkmoon

Favorite exotic armor: Felwinter's Helm

Favorite ornament armor set: Celestial

Favorite weapon ornament: On Ashen Wings

What stats do they focus on: Mobility and Recovery

Are they offense, defence, or support: Support

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Long

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Element of Surprise

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Crucible

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Ikora Rey

What ship do they have: Starfarer 7M

What is their Sparrow: Always on Time

Favorite Ghost shell: Star Map Shell

Favorite shader: Dawn and Dusk

Favorite color: Pink

Favorite food: Italian

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): Her Nook e-book portable reader

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Disney and pop

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): the giant park in the middle (it's kinda like Central Park in NYC)

Favorite NPC(s): Uldren/Crow, Ikora, Orisis, Saint-14, Shaxx, and Eris

Favorite patrol location: The Dreaming City

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): read, cook/bake, dance, sing, and going to Disney

Least favorite food: Kale

Least favorite shader: Indigo Matrix

Least favorite patrol location: Nessus

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): not really

Least favorite NPC(s): Asher Mir

Least favorite weapon ornament: Bound Hammer

Least favorite ornament armor set: Intrepid

Least favorite legendary weapon: any pulse rifle

Least favorite exotic weapon: Coldheart

Least favorite exotic armor: Sunbracers

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Mess (Isabelle has major OCD), liars, Spider, Riven, and cats (she's allergic)

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: A very clean and spotless apartment.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:

What hobbies and/or skills does your Guardian have: Cooking, memorizing (she's a walking encyclopedia), and strategy

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Forbidden

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): London, England

What were they wearing when they were reborn: a blouse, dress shorts for women, and flats

What was their reaction to being reborn: "how is this possible?"

What was their reaction to their first rez: *looking at her ghost* "You can do that?"

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles, Isabelle ran into the Hive

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Osiris

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: no

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos): Her ghost just knew that her name was Isabelle

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: "I love you, Uldren, unconditionally. Your dark side won't scare me off." "You're my best friend, of course I'm coming with you!" and "Dreams are something that we truly wish, we only need the courage and perseverance to make them come true."

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Uldren/Crow

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Isabelle explored this old library in London, she found so many books that peaked her interest

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: "This place is so bloody crowded!"

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: no

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): nope

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: "Do you want to know you I call her Belladonna? It's because death is the deadlist poison put there."

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: not really, Isabelle prefers books over socializing

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): no

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: Isabelle doesn't like it, she thinks that if guardians use it long enough, it'll start to slowly corrupt their minds.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: She felt nothing but anger towards Riven, the wish dragon was the reason Isabelle lost Uldren.

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: She thought it was interesting and wanted to know more.

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: Yes, Isabelle is from D1, she had to calm Chloe down, but she was equally shocked.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: She helped the children at the Farm calm down by reading them stories like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: A great friend

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: A really close friend

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: A great friend

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Mentor, teacher, friend

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: respect

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: even more respecr

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: she does really mind Saladin

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: She praises him for the encouragements during Crucible matches

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: The love of her life, Isabelle would do anything for him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: She never trusted Spider

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: The love of her life, the first person would made Isabelle feel loved and wanted by someone romantically

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: Isabelle's Sister-In-Law, she respects Mara

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: very good friends

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: very good friends

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: Isabelle, like Chloe, found Elsie to be closed off and hard to read

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: Eh, just another day at the office

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: Isabelle is weary about her.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: when it comes to this bastard, Isabelle sides with Chloe

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: She nervous, but Isabelle tries to keep a level head

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: "Out on the battle field things aren't always what they seem, but it's important not to lose sight of what truly matters and that's protecting the Traveler, the Light, and those who can't protect themselves."

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lordshaxxion · 6 years

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Vermilion

By all accounts, SIVA was rather pretty. The way it pulsed and glowed and shimmered right before Cidrex’s eyes made it a sight to behold. But then his eyes came to rest on the Iron Lords it had run through, corrupting their armour, their weapons and even their blood and bone and sinew. It was like a virus. A corrupting disease as it spread among the bodies of both the dead and the living. Disgusting.

The silence was deafening from where he stood on the ridgeline, staring down at the massacre before him. Out of all the Iron Lords that had descended upon the SIVA replication chamber, and only he, Saladin and Othion had come out alive. Jolder had perished sealing the chamber, Perun and Gheleon gave themselves to protect Cidrex. Felwinter and Timur had died fighting together, their weapons turned against themselves. Othion and Saladin had been just outside the chamber when Cidrex had been forced to retreat, when Lady Jolder had detonated the explosives that sealed their fate.

Saladin’s rage had been unmatched in the moments that followed as he tore into everything he could find that wasn’t an ally. Othion had been in tears as he mourned while Cidrex was just silent. He’d felt numb. Now he stood on the ridge they had initially descended from to combat SIVA, staring at the bodies that were covered in writhing red vines. Hundreds and hundreds of Iron Lords, and their Wolves, lay slain in the snow-specked dirt. SIVA continued to spread among the bodies, latching onto weaponry and armour as it went, contaminating the dead and desecrating them in a way that made Cidrex feel sick.

“Othion. Cidrex.” Saladin’s voice rang out across the ridge, making both Warlock and Hunter look up. “Come. There is nothing left for us here.”

So he’d burned through his rage eventually, Cidrex thought as he heaved himself up and grabbed his ax as he went. Othion was silent still as he walked with his mentor, Cidrex trailing behind and thinking to himself. Tradition called for the stitching of vermilion stripes into the material as memorial to the fallen, but his cloak was already red. The loss of the Iron Lords cut deeper than any wound and Cidrex was beginning to feel that mere patches of red on his cloak wouldn’t suffice as a memorial.

When they returned to the Temple, Cidrex sought out Tyra and asked her for a favour. A rather large favour, all things considered. He knew she was a learned scholar of many things from the Golden Age and even from the time before the Traveler’s arrival to Earth, and he’d hoped she would know a thing or two about tattooing.

“Why?” Was her question to the Hunter after he’d approached her and asked, Cidrex sighing and rolling his sleeves up from the large woollen jumper he was wearing.

“The vermilion stripe, you know it’s meaning.” He said, “My cloaks are all red as they are and I feel something more personal is in order to remember the fallen Lords by.”

“So tattoos?” Tyra asked, “Red markings?”

“Yes. One for each Lord.” He said, watching the cryptarch’s expression change.

“Cidrex, there were hundreds-”

“I know. But stitching hundreds of patches of red into my cloak doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Please, Tyra, I know you know methods of ink-marking that were thought lost after the Collapse. I need this.” Cidrex said. She watched him, watching him try to keep himself composed. The battle was still fresh in his memory and the memories still stung him. She couldn’t refuse him this.

He was sore. The metal tube method Tyra had learned was an excellent one, certainly got the job done, but with nothing to ease the pain short of his Ghost putting him to sleep it made the job all the harder. Tyra had refused to do all four hundred-odd marks in one go, claiming it was too much for both of them to take in one day.

Cidrex stared at his forearms curiously, watching the skin heal gradually from its ordeal. The vermilion stripes, small and only about a centimeter thick, lined his forearm from his wrist to halfway towards the elbow. Neatly done, despite Tyra’s worries about her work. Cidrex reassured her that they were beautifully done and promised to find her riches from the Golden Age when he next went traveling.

By the next session, Cidrex had learned to tune out the pain and focus on something else while the cryptarch worked on his biceps. Saladin hadn’t necessarily approved of his decision to have these markings done, but Othion had supported him fully as he understood how important this was to the Hunter. Cidrex had made friends with a great many of the Iron Lords and their Wolves, known to many and friend to all as he was often described as in conversation. He’d teased Felwinter and Timur much, but they never had anything ill to say about him nor him about them in return. He was fierce in combat, especially when paired up with Jolder or Lady Efrideet. Skorri had often found him a nuisance when she was trying to compose songs, but simultaneously found him to be an inspiration half of the time when he collected bets against Radeghast. Silimar had often playfully made little figurines for the Hunter, many of which Cidrex had used to creep Gheleon out. The Hunter had to watch them all die.

By the final session, Cidrex’s body was aching. The vermilion marks covered both of his arms, tracked up his neck until there was just one that sat vertically in the middle of his bottom lip. The ones on his body were for friends, those he considered family. The one on his lip was special; he’d had a partner that had perished in the fight against SIVA. That one had hurt the most.

The Red War was upon the City, the Red Legion decimating all that stood in its path and Cidrex had been witness to dozens of Guardians, fellow Hunters, be felled by the merciless Cabal. The Farm was a small reprieve from the horrors out there beyond its bounds, but Cidrex felt no level of peace there. He felt the way civilians and Guardians alike stared at his arms; it was too hot for him to wear his usual battered armour and he’d been forced to wear just a tank top as he helped where he could around the Farm. To be seen with so many vermilion stripes was to be seen as a bad luck charm, especially to other Hunters. Each mark was a representation of the dead, specifically those close to the carrier. So to see well over four hundred marks on this Iron Lord made others strive to avoid working with him for fear of their own deaths.

“Hey, Guardian.” A civilian said, gesturing to a huge Exo Titan from where he was walking with Cidrex back to their tent from an all-night patrol.

“Name’s Spades, what do you need?” He rumbled wearily, looking down at them. He was exhausted, he didn’t really want to help.

“We need a hand moving this stack of logs.”

“I-”

“I’ll help.” Cidrex interrupted, already tying back his hair (he hadn’t had a chance to cut it in the months since the Red Legion had descended upon the City) and setting his hands upon his hips. “Where do you need them moving to?”

“No offence, lil guy, but how are you gonna help us move all these?” The civilian snorted derisively, looking Cidrex up and down. The Hunter squared his jaw, rolling his shoulders and moving over to the logs before picking up one and hauling it over his shoulder.

“Where do you need this moving to.” He deadpanned, eyes narrowing in a challenge to the civilian, their taunts dying in their throat. Spades merely chuckled and walked off, passing Zavala and Cayde on the way to rest.

“Spades.” The Titan Vanguard interrupted the Exo, “Were you aware of Cidrex’s marks?” He asked, the other Titan looking back at his partner and nodding.

“Course. Why?”

Zavala looked uncomfortable, though not as much as Cayde did from beside him. He’d been talking beforehand, now he was just staring in silence. “I… wasn’t aware he carried so many with him.”

“Well over four hundred, Commander.” Spades said calmly, watching as Cidrex moved the logs with ease across the Farm. “And not a day goes by when he doesn’t mourn them.”

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shaken-veil · 6 years

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The Break of Dawn - Ch. 5

Happy new year everyone! Here is chapter 5. I didn’t edit this one much, i hope you won’t mind.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Cayde-6 / Female Guardian

Characters: Shiro-4, Lord Saladin, Tyra Karn and Chia as Nevia’s Ghost.

AO3 Link: Ch.1 [x] Ch. 2 [x] Ch. 3 [x] Ch. 4 [x] Ch. 5 [x]

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In the darkest of night, there’s light to be found

From a spark will be born a fire

Shine through the shadow of doubt

JT Music - Fireborn

Felwinter Peak, Entrance to the Iron Temple - 2 Days later

Even if she preferred the forest, the mountains had something peaceful and calming, yet strong and protective. It made sense, remembering for what the Iron Lords stood, even with most of them gone. Nevia wasn’t aware of others being alive aside from Saladin and, newly named, Siobhan. Rumors were going around that Lady Efrideet also survived the SIVA massacre, though she didn’t know of anything else. This place had been her destination, mostly, because of it’s location so far away from everything and also because of Shiro.

The Exo hunter was one of the most trusted Vanguard scouts, a close friend and student of Cayde and some kind of anchor in the wild for Nevia. She would seek him out, when she wanted to leave everything behind, but didn’t feel like spending time in the wilderness completely by herself. Their characters matched well, but they also knew when to keep their distance.

The icy wind caused the huntress to pull her Iron Banner cloak closer around her shoulders. She should have thought this through, before running off, still wearing her armor from before. Nevia approached the Iron Temple with some uncertainty in her heart. She had come unannounced and it was only her best friend, who was an Iron Lord. Lady Siobhan, the title still felt somewhat wrong, but she had earned it, from the things she heard about her friend’s adventures in the plaguelands.

The area felt empty, no one was in sight, only a few wolves, laying in the snow, apparently dozing, though she knew better. It was only her second visit here and she wouldn’t be surprised if they would come charging and attacking her.

This whole time, Nevia stood in the courtyard and looked around, feeling slightly lost. Should she just approach the temple doors? Saladin, might not appreciate that..

“Well, if that is not a familiar face.”

The huntress swirled around and raised both eyebrows, face breaking into a grin, as she realised, that it was indeed Shiro approaching her with open arms. They shared a long lasting hug, which included him lifting her up from her feet, making her giggle. The first time she actually smiled in two days.

“Shiro! It’s been a while.” Once back on her feet, she put her hands on each of his shoulders, looking up, Why were Exo’s all so tall? Probably she was just little.. Thinking about the height difference to Cayde.. or even Shaxx.. Yes, definitely small.

“It indeed has been, Nevia. You look tired. Came here for some time off?” The other hunter regarded her with a curious glance. Seemed like her motives were already laid open.

“Yes, for a while.. I mostly came to think, I hope Saladin won’t tell me to think outside of the temple. It’s very cold.” She shivered and pulled the fur of her cloak further over her face to protect it from the winds of the mountain. Shiro just chuckled and shook his head.

“You know him. He seems rough on the outside, but actually has a heart of gold.” That seemed to be a common Titan thing. Thinking about Echo, Jareth, Zavala or even Shaxx. They all seemed like such hardasses on the outside, but were actually total teddy bears.

“We will see. Let’s not tell anyone yet, that I’m here? I don’t know, how long I will be staying.”

Shiro gestured for her to walk with him to the temple entrance. “Cayde won’t like that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself.”, she grumbled, mostly to herself, as they made their way up the, snow covered, stairs.

“Something happened? If you want to talk about it.”

“They took me off duty, because of my ‘mental condition’.”

“Ouch.”

“Exactly..” Nevia looked down onto the ground, kicking a bit of snow aside, as they walked together. “I don’t know, what reaction they expected.. Not every hunter likes to be locked up into the tower, or stays there..What was Ikora thinking?! That putting me under arrest could keep me from running off into the wilds?”

She hadn’t noticed that her voice grew louder, the more she talked and the other hunter had fallen silent, listening to her ranting with patience.

“I’m sure, she just wanted the best for you, Nevia. Also, if you keep ranting like this, Saladin might really leave you out here to cool off.” There was a teasing tone in his voice and it stopped her anger immediately, making her smile and shaking her head. This was, why she liked him so much. Just like Cayde and Sio, Shiro always found the right words to calm her down and make her smile.

“There is a first time for everything, I assume.” The deep, rough voice coming from the temple entrance caused both of them to stop in their joking and look up. Saladin stood there, arms crossed over his massive chest and head slightly tilted to the side in question, obviously asking what she was doing here, without using any words.

The huntress stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the Iron Lord with wide eyes. Sure, she takes part in the Iron Banner, everytime he appeared at the tower, but Felwinter Peak was something completely different. This was his home and she suddenly felt, like she invaded it. “I.. I left the tower and this was the first place I could think of. I apologize for my unannounced visit, Lord Saladin.” Her cheeks heated up and the blue shade of her face turned slightly purple. She turned into the size of a little pup under his eyes. Shiro bumped her side with his elbow, since she couldn’t really look the Titan in front of them in the eyes.

“Hm..” Saladin looked back and forth between Shiro and Nevia. He simply stepped aside and gestured for both of them to come in. The Exo raised both of his hands and excused himself from the situation, running back off into the snow. She however, stepped inside the temple and was instantly hit with the warmth of the fires burning, taking the cold from her bones.

“Thank you, really.” She still pulled the cloak further around her shoulders. “I didn’t know where to go.. I.. Shouldn’t be alone in the wilds.”

“Your reasons are your own, but you are the young Wolf’s friend and we owe her a lot. You are welcome to stay, hunter. I will ask Tyra to make some tea.” Saladin regarded her with a gentle smile, which had her nearly melt into a puddle, and turned away to step into one of the thousands of corridors, at least it felt like it.

That man had an aura, Nevia couldn’t help but admire. She caught herself staring after him for a moment longer, before regaining her senses. Cayde once said ‘Everyone has a crush on Saladin.’ That might actually was true, for everyone, except for Shaxx maybe. She shook her head slightly and stood in the large hall, eyes wandering over the walls. She should go looking for Tyra, the wise woman could help her with her thoughts, if she was lucky.

The Cryptarch was an incredibly kind. After they shared some tea, she got Nevia settled in one of the smaller rooms nearby. It would provide a bed to sleep, which was far more, than she was used to in the wilds. Usually her cloak would do, but Tyra would have nothing of it. She couldn’t help but notice, though, the lingering gaze on her gauntlets. The older woman seemed to be fascinated by the Ahamkara-bones and the huntress couldn’t blame her. They were pretty rare.

“Would you mind telling me, how you got these?” Tyra reached for the discarded bones, laying on a table on the other side of the room. Nevia, while unpacking the few things she had transmatted by Chia from her ship, lifted her eyes and looked over her beloved armor piece.

“I found them shortly after my resurrection. I think it was my very first patrol on Mars.. I had no idea, what I was doing, was terrified from the Cabal I encountered, but these bones someone.. spoke to me? I was drawn to them and just..kept them. Later, two of my friends, both Warlocks, looked over them. Lorenzo helped me cleaning the bones and bringing them into shape, but Yaralia crafted Gauntlets out of them.”

“I know what happened to your other Warlock friend, I’m sorry for your loss.” The Cryptarch lowered her head in sympathy but Nevia made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

“She died protecting us. It was an honorable death.”

“But this doesn’t make the pain over the loss of someone close to you any better.”

“No..” The huntress looked down at her hands. “It doesn’t.”

So Nevia stayed at Felwinter peak. Since there were no more messages from the Tower, she figured someone must have contacted the Vanguard about her location, but Cayde always respected her need for time alone. Aside from that, she was in safe hands. She had to admit, that the time away from the tower did her some good, except for some bad dreams, there hadn’t been any whispers or words in her mind. Maybe she was just too distracted and busy? Hunting with Shiro, studying with Tyra, some talks with Saladin about the situation in the system and slowly even the wolves got used to her presence and dared to come near her.

Especially this one female.. Her fur was completely black and she looked small compared to the others of her pack. Saladin told her, that she wasn’t as young anymore either. She had started following Nevia around the temple and the two of them often just sat around outside and watched the wilds, maybe sometimes even go out into the woods together.

Just right now, the huntress ran her fingers through the soft black fur of the wolf, as her new friend rested next to her, dozing.

Even Chia was thrilled to be here. She consumed so much knowledge, which would help them later on. Nevia sighed. It had been a week now, however, and she couldn’t learn more about these bones or her own connection to the Hive… There needed to be a reason, why she constantly felt drawn to the moon, no matter the bad memories of this place. She hoped to find answers in the Books of Sorrow, but Tyra wouldn’t hand them to her, or the files. She said, nobody could read them except for a Cryptarch. Nevia doubted that, probably it was an act of protection.

Maybe the only way was to actually tell Tyra, what was troubling her. So far, nobody knew about the cryptic words and whispers in her mind every time she put on the Ahamkara bones.

It had gotten worse. Everytime she left for hunting or scouting, the presence coming with the gauntlets tried to take over her mind, influence her or lure her somewhere dark. It spoke of darkness, quite a lot, but not in a terrifying and shocking sense, more as if it was something good to turn to, something easier and welcoming.

And sometimes, yeah sometimes even Nevia felt a little tempted, but she remembered her friends and those, she called family, at the Tower. The people, she was doing this for, knowing she was being guided,but if she could defeat the evil on the other side, everyone might be a little safer in the end and it would be worth it.

As if she had sensed the huntress’ unease, the wolf shifted closer and leaned against her thigh. Nevia smiled softly and started to scratch behind her ear, which caused her new friend to grumble quietly.

“I can’t stay here for much longer, my friend..”

The she-wolf lifted her head, ears up and a questioning gaze. The awoken huntress sighed deeply and turned her gaze back to the landscape, spreading out underneath her feet, with a free view over the plaguelands. She didn’t really want to leave this place, but the low humming in the back of her mind grew more insistent. One more night, then she would make her next steps, whatever they might were. She was a hunter, she could figure this out, as she went along..

Staying on her spot on the edges of the courtyard, her wolf friend laying by her side, mental and physical exhaustion must have gotten a hold on Nevia’s body, letting her fall asleep, with her head leaning against a stone pillar. She wasn’t aware of the fact, that she was sleeping when the whispers took the chance to catch her unguarded and invaded her mind more violently than ever.

‘Oh hunter mine, what a troubled heart you have..’ With the words came a pleasant warmth to her mind, like a comforting embrace. ‘Always at war with yourself. They don’t know. They fear the darkness, but it’s comfort, isn’t it? Don’t you feel protected here? Why not stay?’

The blackness in front of her dream-sight breached and broken by green light, surrounding a silhouette. The closer it got, the more gigantic it grew and her spirit felt drawn to it. Three bright orbs..maybe eyes?.. watched her curiously.

‘Don’t be so hesitant. Reach out.’ And she followed the suggestion and held out her imaginative hand, as the humming grew louder and louder. But before Nevia’s dreamself could actually touch the vision, the figure in front of her hissed in frustration and anger, a shriek followed, made her back off quickly. The darkness surrounding her was ripped down by pure light, forcing her to return to the waking world. The last words, beckoning in her mind, ‘Slayer of this brother mine’ in a terrible distorted voice.

“Hunter! Nevia! Come back to yourself!” Saladin’s booming voice seemed to shake her very soul and she stared up at the, so much taller, Iron Lord. His fierce eyes would have scared every bone out of her, if it wasn’t for the guarded hint of worry in them. “You nearly walked over this cliff. Now I understand, why you shouldn’t be alone. You need to leave for the tower. Do you understand me? Nevia!”

But the huntress wasn’t listening. Her gaze was without any focus, as her troubled mind tired to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Slayed whose brother? Who could influence her dreams like this? Or was this caused by the gauntlets to guide her on the wrong path? Or maybe even the right one? Her head was hurting. She blinked a couple of times and then turned her attention to the distressed Titan standing in front of her.

“Lord Saladin? What? Why is it dark already?”

“I couldn’t wake you up.” Chia appeared next to her shoulder, answering instead of Saladin. “You were sleepwalking.”

“I.. I don’t know what happened.” To her dismay, the humming in the back of her mind only made her headache stronger and Nevia leaned her face into the palm of her hand.

“Get some rest, Guardian. We will speak about this tomorrow.” The Iron Lord’s voice didn’t allow any further discussion and he just walked by her, finishing his ‘Evening Round’, how Shiro called it. The huntress looked after him for a moment, but then realised something else..

“Ouch, my nose..”

“You ran face first into Saladin’s armored chest, no wonder your nose hurts. I’m not healing that.” Chia hovered in front of her face, her single eye narrowed. “Do you remember the dream you had?”

“I do.. and it’s not good.. Everyone is in danger, Chia, if I’m right.. I need to clear this out.. This has gotten so much worse..We’re leaving. Now.” The huntress turned and walked towards the steps, which led away from the Iron Temple, not even turning her gaze. “Please transmat my things back to the ship.”

“Done, but.. Is this wise? Shouldn’t you get some sleep first?.. Nevermind, dumb idea. Let’s at least get some help! Contact Enzo, Echo or Siobhan, even Cayde! Nevia!” Chia’s usually soft, electronic voice had turned distressed, because her guardian basically wouldn’t listen.

“I will not endanger either of them.. If I need backup.. I have you.” She smiled slightly

“That’s not very reassuring…” But the ghost gave in and brought Nevia to her ship and they left earth’s orbit immediately after that. The messages and calls coming in, apparently Saladin had informed the tower over her disappearance, were left unanswered.

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