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I wake up to find my little Ghost looking at me from the nightstand, it floats off the tabletop and flitters over to me, with a crackle of static, I hear it's friendly, familiar voice: "Up and at em' Guardian," I can't help but laugh a little, this tiny computer thing brought me up from the blackness of death. I can't seem to remember my past life, except for the fact I know I had one. This little Ghost has been my only family. "I suppose Ikora has another quest for me, right?" I ask. "We'll find out once we get to the Tower Plaza." Ghost replies. Ikora is the Vanguard of the Warlocks, the type of Guardian I am, there are three 'classes' of Guardians: Warlocks, Titans, and Hunters. Each has a Vanguard who leads and commands said class. They work together with all the Guardians to preserve the Last City. Not without the help of Ghosts, the tiny robot that follows around every Guardian. My Ghost and I have had so many adventures together I can't even remember them all. Yet he (I think it's a he), can tell you all about them. So my Ghost and I head up to the Plaza and begin the day.
