The Boot Shiner (Destiny x Male Reader)

Epilogue: This WAS a Story

At the Yellowstone spot, for months, months... I was training. Every day, I'd take myself out here to try and practice something, anything that I know I need to practice. My radiance... it's still new to me, but I will need a sun singer, a proper sun singer, to teach me someday. All I know is that when I wish to exert all my force at once, the radiance is my answer.

It revives me from the grave without a ghost, it renders enemies to ash in my vicinity. The wings that grow out of my back when I do so brush flames and sparks all around behind me, leaving scorch and ignitions in my wake. It's a beautiful sight. Yes, I can use my arc tendrils to whip arc energy at people and siphon my enemies for my fusion grenades and my throwing knives, each courtesy of the Vanguard armory, or I could just whip them into a jolting explosion. I can also use my shield in my other hand, throwing and beating things as if what I could already do wasn't enough. When it breaks, it sends projectiles that fracture off of it.

I exert a lot of power, exert a lot of force. This is why guardians choose one element at a time to focus on. With my ability to use all three main light elements, it can become physically demanding. I choose to use only one element ability at a time, and monitor vitals closely. Mox would be so proud of how far I've come...

My class ability was always a mystery, so I begged Mox to teach me something I could use. Warlocks are not always scientific. Some things are magical. There's a way you can manipulate the light into healing you at an exponential rate for a short time. Mox can create a rift for guardians to heal inside of, but I have been able to create something more microscopic. I can crush a little solar globe in my hand to heal me and cure me of any infection. Mox taught me how to make this using my light and my solar inside me.

I can do many things now, but I am always learning. My weapons... oh, my weapons... I want more weapons, but my pulse rifle with the eyeball will keep me company. I may never have a name for it, but, "Servitor..." something... like that... has a good ring to it. A... Servitor's Gaze... That's it, Servitor's Gaze. I'm just going to call my huge hand cannon my Duke Iron XL Mk. 1, to signify how big this thing is. That's all my creativity used on top of all the training.

The girls have been great... if it wasn't obvious from before...

Gaia: Y/N!!! Mox is calling on the communicator!

Y/N: Put her through to the helmet! Hello... my little black dahlia.

It's a dark flower. Thanks Mox for enabling me to give you a cute nickname.

Mox: That's... Y-you-... Hmph... I like it. I'm flying back to the Tower and was wondering if you'd like to join me. Do you want to be picked up?

MOMMY COME PICK ME UP, PLEASE!!! I'm sorry, I couldn't resist it.

Y/N: Yes, actually. I think I've figured out my radiance problem where it takes too much of my energy.

Mox: Oh, how so?

Y/N: It's far too powerful, so I have to avoid using my other abilities while it's active. You said it delivers nuclear radiation, too?

Mox: Yes, your radiance is... different. Normally, it heightens all your abilities, but this one just seems to radiate everything around you, as if it were a nuclear bomb that went off.

Y/N: I noticed when I cleaned out a whole underground operation of Hive and I didn't have to touch any of them.

Mox: The... the ghost site, that old bear cave? Did you clean that out all on your own? You weren't supposed to.

Y/N: I was in the area.

Mox: Those are very strong Hive, but I guess waking in the Pale Heart allowed you to see the worst of the worst. How impressive... I say that calls for a celebration.