I've had many names. Red-eye. God killer. The fabled guardian. My ghost calls me Sabyr. That's what he said my name was when he resurrected me. Sabyr-13. Whispers of what are supposed to be memories flash through my mind and circuits. Synapses and gears winding to try and form a cohesive thought. Nothing. Just molten suffocating darkness. Those are the only 'memories' I have. I've learned to let go of my past. Got too many responsibilities in the present, and too much coming in the future.
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The Journal of Sâbyr-13
FanfictionThis is a collection of stories depicting my main character from Destiny, the exo warlock Sabyr-13, and her interactions with different characters and events in the story of the game and in my own headcannon. These are depictions of events that take...
