1 - An Ocean On My Shoulders

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"My name is Camille. I'm a Ghost, one of the last. I'm on a mission, and that mission is to take two young Guardians chosen by the Masters of the Universe to stop a ritual that will reset time. Their names are Pariah, and Dexter.

I'm taking them across the Timestream, to the end, to stop a being called Morphyte from completing this ritual, and stop reality from collapsing."

Destiny: Eclipse
Part 2: Primordial Evil
By me: Wyatt

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Dexter, an Exo. That's what he is.

He prefers to be called Dex. No one knows why. Maybe he just likes it.

He likes music. This is what he's listening to at this moment:

He's drawing a sketch, a pastime he hasn't been able to continue because of the whole thing of chasing a strange girl across the system to kill a Vex Mind that happened.

He feels as though he was dragged into this. But, he's told that he has a higher calling, a divine purpose if you will. It gives him a reason to keep moving forward.

As he gets more and more into his picture, he turns up his music, his drawing was coming out well. He had been working it for...a while. Exos like him didn't sleep much.

This is what he was drawing:

You probably saw it coming, didn't you?

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You probably saw it coming, didn't you?

As he adds finishing touches, the door to his cabin is opened, he panics and shuts his sketchbook, and got his hand tangled in the wires of his Walkman.

Pariah, standing at the door, observes this.

"Why the rush?" She asks him.

"You startled me." He continues to play with the wires.

"What're you doing anyway?" She smirks, walking over to his desk.

"Just listening to music."

"Oh really?" She snatches his sketchbook, opening it to the one page he's drawn on so far.

Seeing such a well drawn portrait of herself caused her mostly pale face to turn pinkish red.

Dex feels the chest pain of anxiety as she looks at the sketch.

"Hmm. Looks good... the Lady wants us at the bridge." She says, tossing it to him. He barely catches it. Granted, his arms were tangled in thin wires. Why were they so thin?

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