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

Chapter 3

Christian P.O.V

The streets are so... quiet at this time of day, so peaceful, and still. The pavement wet with the mornings rain. The wind blows past, whistling softly, the gust catching my cape, causing it to drift gently in my wake, while my rugged boots thud in rhythm against the stone streets of The Last City. I study the area around, gazing upon the metal structures that surround me, each of them were cozy two storey homes, and inside of them, is a family. A family under the protection of the Guardians, whom carve light through the darkness, of the great walls that surround the city, forged by Titans of whom many have passed, long ago. And my protection, though I am not what I used to be. Each of their lives are ours to protect, each of them, are part of all that's left of the light. We as Guardians know this, they are our responsibility, although our minds don't always give it thought. But in the end, day in and day out, we stand as their protectors, protectors of the light. This thought forms a small smile on my face, something I hardly do anymore. I'll always manage walking just a bit taller, in knowing that these people are safe. Suddenly, a bright flash of red pulses through my head, causing my vision to turn blood crimson for few seconds, the pain was sudden and quick, but still strong. This threw me from my sullen state, causing me to growl in pain and anger.

"Hunter? Are you okay?" asks Red, The Praxic Ghost flying over to my right side. Truthfully, I forgot that he was even here. I stand up straight again, and readjust my hood, while the pain within my head slowly began slowly subsiding. My Ghost also materializes at this time, and drifts silently over my left shoulder.

"It is just a side effect of my extended exposure to Vex signals and encryption's, Sometimes their coding can reactivate the dormant Vex technology within me, causing my whole system from the stolen parts to scramble and mix with my regular brainwaves." I explain with a low grumble. The Vanguard had decided that it would be wise to put me in a room located somewhere within the Tower and release controlled amounts of Vex coding inside of it. My job is to decipher all of them and record it's translation or meaning, but Vex signals can still be quite strong even when they are just over comms. In the long run, if they are careful with the amount of information let into the room, I should be fine, with nothing to worry about either than headaches once in awhile. And besides, I'm a thousand fold faster at decrypting Vex encryptions than the Cryptarchs, the pain is worth it.

My Ghost, after my remark, turns towards Red stating "In other words, he's fine." My Ghost says in his low German pitch. My mind soon clears of the pain that it had felt and turns to another topic, what was the Vanguard hiding from my fire team and I? What sort of relevance requires me to document the Possible Guardian's attributes? That half wit answer Holland gave me didn't throw me off, I want to find out why this potential carrier of light is so important. But I do not wander on speculation, that, I leave to the Warlocks, the only things I need, are facts. I will talk to Dante later, maybe he has some ideas on where to start looking for some.

"Christian, the infirmary that Hunter Amanda was brought to is not far from here, maybe we should check in on her, see how she is doing." My Ghost comments, I cease my pace, the wind still blowing past enough to whine as it brushes against my hoods surface.

"Probably not well, the wounds she sustained where very serious, it was quite improbable that she would even make it here alive." I say with a sturdy sense in my voice.

"We should check in on her because that's the right thing to do, besides, it's going to be hours before the others arrive." My Ghost replies, it sounded a bit disappointed with my previous response, I turn my gaze to the right, starring in the direction of the infirmary. My eyes soon focused upon the great Traveler that loomed in that direction as well. I then look straight again, pulling my Hood down, I turn sharply to face the direction towards the infirmary and started to walk down a filth ridden alleyway leading to its location.