Rising fire Book I: The Reborn Praxic Fire {Destiny FanFic}

Chapter 2

Dante P.O.V

"We will search for the possible Guardian tomorrow, I will take care of Red tonight. So meat back here at the Tower at ten a.m tomorrow, goodnight my friends." Christian told us a few hours ago. I lean back in my chair, the sound of it's leather stretching made me grin, it's really nice to be back in my chambers. I crack my knuckles and sigh, my mind still wandering on the topic of Red, our newly found ally, truly mysterious indeed.

"Why haven't I heard anything about you before..." I say to myself.

The Praxic were so renowned way back when, I have to have something on them somewhere..., I think to myself. it bothered me that if he was at the middle of 'such a well known controversy', why did I only find out about him recently? I stand up and stretch, yawning while I begun turning to gaze to look upon my massive collection of literature. Most if them I have bought from stores around the city, or just interesting reads that wander the topics of what it might have been like in the Golden Age, when the Traveler didn't just loom like a sad reminder of the past over our city, why has it still not awoken yet? To this day, I remember the Hunter that destroyed the Black Heart, how he received praise for bringing back light to the Traveler. There were party's, celebrations across the city, for everyone believed the Traveler would reawaken. But it hasn't, and as a Warlock, I only have theories on the reason why...

Shortly, I ease my mind of the topic. Instead, I continue slowly walking between the high shelves around me, each one filled with books to the very top shelf. As I do, I run my fingers across their mahogany wood, and kind of laugh at the thought of their being as much or more dust then there are novels. But I wasn't after a story, no, I needed my archival records, books given to me from my order. I stop admiring my collection and quickly make my way to the very back of my library, navigating the maze of shelves, soon approaching the doors that lead to the Archive. The heavy double doors creak as I push them open, shedding light upon its red carpet, dust visibly lingering in the air, I step inside and take a breathe, taking in the smell of the dusty old room.

I really don't come home enough, I thought to myself, I begin to approach my desk, and turn on the lamp on it's left, the small bulb illuminating the dark room. I raise my left hand and open my palm, my Ghost then materializes above it, it's blue eye focused and centered.

"What do you need from me Warlock Dante?" My Ghost says with his usual charisma.

I look around the room and then ask. "Do you remember if we have anything on the Praxic Order?" My Ghost flies from above my hand to a shelf in the back, it's eye scanning over thick, heavy looking books, nothing. He then moves to another, but this time it would seem that he has found something.

"Do you want a book on the Praxic Order's history? Or would you like something on Warlock Derasseh specifically?" My Ghost rather studiously, I walk closer to him and run my right hand over my brown hair.

"Specifics on Derasseh if possible, please." My ghost focuses its scanner on a single book, I pull it from the shelf and dust it off. The book wasn't as large as the rest of them, unfortunately, that meant little information was held within.

My Ghost hovers over my shoulder and says. "The Praxic chain of command, should contain a list of their officials and generals, maybe even some information on them as well."

"Thank you. Could you continue to look For anything else that would relate to Derasseh or his Ghost?" I say gratefully to my Ghost, already flipping through the books pages.

"Sure thing, Guardian." He says obediently, and glides into the shelves, meanwhile I have already begun to read the list of Praxic Command. Oddly enough, It doesn't seem that they had a head figure, but rather head officials for an inner circle, but if they did have a leader, they hid it from their records, at least the ones I own. I'm only twenty pages in, and I still haven't found anything on Derasseh, and I fear there may be only another twenty left. On top if that, the pages weren't too big at all, no bigger than your average chapter book. Ten pages later I Finally found something on him, it read...

Thomas Derasseh

Age: 37 years (unknown before revival)

Gender:Male

Standing in the Praxic Order: inductee for the Inner Circle

Height: 6'3

Race: Caucasian

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Status: Deceased

Synopsis: Derasseh was revived in old Canada, Nova Scotia. Near the wreckage of a downed Military aircraft, by the unique Ghost "Red". Studied under [redacted] for 12 years, becoming a skilled Sunsinger Warlock. Recruited by Praxic official member, Antonia Cowls. Rised quickly through the Ranks, faster than any disciple the order has had. A fearless leader, carried a sword on his hip into battle, Golden age style broadsword, capable of channeling a Guardian's abilities through its blade. Studied his own Ghost "Red"

Discoveries: Classified.

Died in 2707 on the Moon, fighting Crota and his legions, the Ghost "Red" is presumed Dead.

That's it! That's all there is? That was nearly a complete waste of time, there has to be more! I thought to myself in anger, I quickly flip through the pages after it, only to find nothing else. A thought occurs to me, was his mentor the same one who trained me? Maybe he has something more on Derasseh and his Ghost? I'll certainly visit him later. But for now, it looks like I'm going to be up late reading.

I turn and yell. "Ghost! I hope you found something else for me!" I get up and walk over, my robes gently flutter behind me, tomorrow is going to be an interesting day... I thought with a smile.

Warlocks and their research right? Anyways I hope you liked chapter 2 of my story! Feel free to drop a vote, or if you want to same something, leave a comment! Thank you for your suppourt, and chapter 3 is on the way.