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

Prologue

Narrator P.O.V

The air ran cold as the Moon turned from the Sun's radiant heat, while the shadows grew to be almost dark enough to conceal it's shattered surface in a black veil. In this darkness echoed the moaning of four S31C-Phoenix Sparrow's mounted by some of the most talented, albeit crazy, Guardian's to have ever been revived from the cold arms of death.

The Hunter in the front of the pack was none other Christian Ven'hozen, better known as the Human Vex. Three years back, he was assigned with the task of watching Vex movements, but it was this assignment that would would forever change his life. During Christian's scouting, his ship was destroyed by a Cyclop's, leaving him trapped and alone in the jungles of Venus, during this time he managed to learn more about the Vex than any other human had been able to previously, mostly due to the fact that the more he knew about them, the more likely that he would survive. He practically stalked the machines, stole parts of them that would hide him from their vision, becoming an invisible threat to his enemy.

He even admit's to have entered through a Vex gate by accident, being transported to one of their world's, but it wasn't long after this, that he started going insane. The equipment he had stolen began uploading Vex signal's into his brain, mixing with his brain waves, it began to make him believe he was a part of the Vex himself, but at the same time, he desperately tried to escape the world before he lost himself completely, eventually doing so.

When he returned he no longer wore his white and golden cloak, but instead now bore an old Vex cloth that was sewn together by some of his old capes sapphire wire. The cape is black and brown with moss stains grown up and down the ragged cloth that stretched past the Hunters back, His eye's now had a faint red illumination to them, similar to that if the Vex's Hezen glow, while his hair that was once long and brown had changed to a slightly darker and greyer demeanour. His knife was also no longer any type of human metal, it was now a two foot long piece of sharpened Vex metal, but this burnt to the touch of humans, so he had taken long wraps of a dead Warlocks robes, imbued with hadronic essence, and bound it all together with sapphire wire. His body and armour show signs of self mutilation in mad attempts to make himself a Vex, such as the removal of his little fingers with his own knife, as well as deep cuts running up and down his body that represent Vex armour carving's and detailing's, while his armour is heavily decorated with Vex cloth strands and equipment. Even now the man is probably more Vex than Human, with scars of insanity that will never fade.

The man following close behind him was one of the most combat decorated Titans to have ever unleashed havoc on The Darkness, Matthias Egan. The man's known to have quite the motor mouth, along with having no sense of maturity outside of battle, and usually is quite an annoying son of bitch. But during conflict, he is a god of war, nothing can stand in his way, no one can stop him, or him from nearly preaching the stupid nickname he gave himself, "Danger Close".

The proud Titan wore typical bulky armour, along with black fur, that would crown the collar of his chest piece,  while his colour scheme of silver and black would glisten under any light that touched its surface. His Titan mark was a piece of cloth torn from a Cabal Siege Master's cape, who went by the name of Valus Ta'aurc. He brags that he beat the twenty foot tall being to his knees with his bare hands, and crushed the Cabal's skull with his boot. This Tank of a man also held the inherent ability to crush almost any Guardian in The Crucible, as the Titan Lord Shaxx, The Crucible Handler, described Matthias as.

"A supremely fast and agile opponent, with the strength of a hundred men, the damn fool doesn't even need a gun to dominate the battlefield! Easily amongst my list for most entertaining to watch!" If there is a man who could truly move mountains, that man is Matthias.

The Warlock in the center wore a long coat coloured black with red stitching and accents, his helmet had also followed the same pattern. He is one of the last of his kind, what any other Warlock would call a Sunsinger, which truly gave any man god-like powers. His name is Dante The Burning, trained by an unknown mentor rumoured to have taught The Praxic Warlocks a long time ago, when they were alive that is.