Fear once walked through the city. It seethed and writhed like the great boiling depths, but walked just the same. In its hand it held a rose, withered and defiled beyond recognition. A rose that spoke with words of corruption and deceit. Death flowed from it like a fire, undying and eternal. That fear was once a guardian. It once had a shape, and now it embraces the shapeless. That fear gave itself a name, which would inspire more to follow in his burnt and blackened footsteps. He committed the most heinous of crimes among the guardian order. His transgressions were so great, that even his ghost questioned him. Some may call this fear death himself. Others may see him as a balance to the forces of the universe. The other side of the coin. Those risen under the traveler serve the sky, but what of those who fall to the darkness to serve the deep? He was one such. Turned from the light, ravaged by sorrow, followed by malice. Those who harbor their ghost close dare not speak his name, for it inspires nothing more than anguish and suffering. This fear has long since been slain, gunned down by the burning flame of vengeance, though its seed had already been planted. Whispers of his following flow through the wind, stoking the embers of the hunt once more. I'm afraid I may be part of the prey. The drifter has set me on a path from which I may never recover. Maybe the forsaken prince was right to question me...do I know which side I'm on?
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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...
