Beginnings of the Hooded One

A lone figure stood over the edge of the cliff, looking over. The rife at it's side was a greenish color with two wires piped from the side, and as the setting sun slowly fell four letters glinted on the side of the weapon. The carved words on oneside
was,

Soon

The figure seemed to be waiting for something, but nothing had arrived. Just the occasional Hive that passed, but other than that, the figure didn't move to shoot any the Hive servants.

"Hello, Stranger, how are you?" The Stranger had the Pulse rifle pointed at the hooded figures forehead before he finished, hello.

The new figure chuckled at the actions of The Stranger before replying, "Didn't your makers program you with a decent, hello before shooting a unarmed friend?"

The Stranger backed away from the figure and lowered her gun ever so slightly before responding, "Sir, what are you doing here?" The figure was looking at the distant hills ofthe icy planet.

The Stranger annoyed that she was being ignored pulled the trigger to her weapon causing the figure to blink and return his gaze to her. "My apologies, little one. I just realized that we are on Pluto. A rather poor planet to discuss plans as we aregoing
to take a much longer time returning to our proper locations of safety and... Well not exactly light, but more like twilight if all the problems we are faceing are going to happen, which by the way is very-" The rifle fired again.

"Okay, okay, yes the wife of Oryx is around here, and is preparing her powers of midnight magic, something-or-other to do, who knows what, then the Cabal are sending an invasion of the the planet Earth, 'to destroy the Tower and uproot the Guardiansat
/their core.' or something like that."

The Stranger lowered her rifle, and tilted her head, "The Cabal are planing to invade Earth?" The figure's hand moved to scratch his head.

"Yea, according to my spies, the Cabal are planning to invade Earth in about two years." The Stranger lowers her rifle. "The Cabal are going to invade Earth?" She doesn't move stilllooking surprised. That gave enough timefor the figure tostep away
to crouch over the edge.

"Yea, the Cabal are planning a massive invasion in order to get rid of the guardians and the Traveler." The figure looks to his right not moving to much, as tomove his hood. The Stranger turns to look at him.

"I believe I asked you to-"

"Yes, yes, don't say anything until the time is right." The Stranger then turns to look down the cliff as well. "Although, you do know that no one here will find out about you... right?"

"I don't care, there are eyes everywhere and most of our enemies here serves the Darkness." The Stranger looked over to the cloaked figure, only to find him gone. She had her weapon out and spun only to find him standing there. "What are you doing?"Sheshouted.
The figure didn't walked up to it and tried to remove the hood but her hands passed right through was just about to pull the trigger when she heardhis voice behind her.

"Sorry, The hologram is't working too good here on Pluto." She turned around to look atthe projected image. "Well,here is the problem. I can't be here some external forcesis preventing me from returning to this universe."

"What is blocking you from coming here?" The Stranger asked, The figure shrugged "I don't know. I'm looking for the sorce of the force that prohibits my return, however there is something I need you to do for me." He looked towards the horizon beforecontinuing."Ineed
/you to take my place here." The Stranger's eyes grew brighter before yelling.

"What?" The figures arms flew up wards, "Hey don't look at me- well now that think about it you can't actually see me so I'm good in that sense, but anyways yes I can't do anything here right now, however I was able to bring you what you requested."

The Stranger hung her weapon on her back as two new weapons formed in front of her. A hand and a half sword and a pulse rife that looked like hers, but a bright light grey and more plain.

"Nice, if I do say so myself, and I did, anyways That sword is a new elemental type I call Tempus," She moved her hands to grab both weapons the sword ignited with a light gray aura that distorted what she saw though the aura, "It gives off a orange-ish
glowmy universe but here white looks good, oh, the weapon slows time down for enimies that are hit by it, and can push them back when your health is low. It's called Hour-Glass, The gun is Called Rewind, if you die, and haveyour sup-"The Strangersglare
/cut him off. "It can bring you back to life." He finished.

She stepped back and looked at both weapons before putting the sword away and pulling out the other gun she was holding,it was now white she looked at it curiously before handing it to him. He smiled, as soon as he touched it, the gun started to fadeaway.

"There," he said "Now, everything else is arranged, correct?" She nods before looking away from him. "Well then see ya later little pioneer."

She raised her new weapon to him, only to find him not standing there any more. She lowers her rifle and turns to look at the Hive Thrall fighting among themselves.

'So... She is here.'She thought, 'But why here?There are trillions of other worlds! Why here?' She watch them fight before walking off, disappearing in fluid light.

The Trall's screeches grew silent as the wizzard came closer and looked up where the stranger was before continuing to guide the annoyed Trall, towards thetemple entrance.

Removing a worm was unheard of amung the Hive. However her majesty Queen Quzal was of of those who tasked herself with completing the impossible. She had mastered the Midnight Magic, a strange type of mixture of the Traveler's lightand darkpowers
ofthe Deep, that killed her worm without killing herself. She had some of her most trusted servents to do the same. They are known as the Life Breathers. They use the Midnight Magic to shape Pluto to a sort of living planet structure.

They had tried to find any way they could to fly off of it. She had heard of her husbands defeat at the hands of a team of 6 Guardians. Many of the Hive thought that she would go into mourning, however she did not. She had sufferedthe death of her son
Crota, then her husband Oryx and her daughters the Death singers.

'They held me back... Auryx held me back as he took my daughters tobattle,he had my image scraped from his temples andships, I remember the promises that he murmured about a Leviathan promising a glorious return to the worlds above, but instead our kind now burrow in worlds to survive, and their falling gods hide in their throne world sto survive.

FOOLS!

No longer shall we hide from the light! We shall fight our idols of power, the worm gods will fall for the hooded one's promise.'

Quzal was sitting on her throne herself she was wearing a robe made of a type of flexible stone that was always shifting at the helm she had feathers around her head like a peafowl's tail. The wings behind her flapped,the feathers ruffledas she
triedtofind comfort onthe object that bound her to the planet. Oryx bounded her to it and tasked her to prepare it, for a celebration when Crota was avenged.

"Well, my 'dear' look where our 'gods' have lead us, they have done exactly whatthe hooded one told us,and now I am bound to this world that lacks the light and shadows we need for my new Breathers. Now, however, I will have them retrieve what is mine to claim."

She stood and, moved to his throne, which faced her's. Her fingers traced the armrest before gripping it with such force that it broke in her hands. Her three purple eyes glaned to the shadows behind her throne.

"Iûr Tortu!" Quzal called another Death singer, the youngest of them, and one of her last surviving daughters. The others... She was leading a small group of young Thrall to their places.

"Mother, we have discovered a source of light that just left. I think it was the one the Hooded one spoke of. I believe it was her."

Quzal eyes widened as she looked up then to the window. 'He is correct yet again! Is there no end to the truth he spits?'Iûr Tortu had finished herding the Trall and looked to her mother,

"Mother Quzal, what ails your heart?" Quzal then opens her hand a fire that glows black and white with Midnight Magic before she summonsthe last of what Oryx gave to her aid. The first Taken Vex. They all bow down to her, shivering, awaiting her command.

"Taken! I claim your will as mine, we will follow that of what is of the sky and let us bathe in it's glory, from now and forever let yourself a be known as the Claimed! Thus delareth: Quzal Mother of Names, Maker of Dusk, The Queen of Will!"

The Taken then stopped their shivering and looked up. Some had then radiating a purple aura and disappeared others stayed and took their places as guards near the Thrall.

"Let us return to the sky and embrace it's gifts, let the Deep come, Iûr Tortu, let it come, but, if the Hooded one speaks the truth, we will be ready." Quzalsmiles before returning toher throne.
As soon as she sits down,she once again adjusts herself on the seat to be more confortable.

Ataris slumps down in the snow. The SIVA is still pulling at her. The House of Devils was crazy but their Splicers where down right insane. She was a Captain of a faction ofthe House of Kings that had accepted the call of the Devil Splicersfor being
one with their 'gods'.

Right now she was alone. She was frightened of the Devils and their plans. She saw the horror and abominations that they brewed in their forges, she wanted nothing to do with them.

'Tired.' Her mind wandered as she fitted with the neaklace that she wore. They where trophies from her battles with the Guardians. But the one she grabbed was that of a Ghost. It was a Ghost that was tinkered with, but it still glowed withthe
Light of the Great Machine.

She then placed it back on her chest before, forcing herself to stand up and look around the Plagued lands.

Her golden yellow robes where is rags, her former blue eyes glew a, vibrant scarlet red color. The moment she entered the Plaguelands she knew something was off. There was SIVA everywhere, Guardian ships landed, and left a far distanceaway.

Here was the hollowed landing ground where the devils found SIVA. The Perfected chamber was where the madness took place. There the did certain common rituals of Eliksni* practice, then the metallic oaths and stuff, but then the SIVA came. They ejected
meltedSIVA to some of Hive Trall and, things like that. There was where Ataris realized, that the splicers were still discovering SIVA's limits. One by one,the Kings Eliksni where "exalted".

When it was her turn she was put to sleep, so she didn't fell the pain consciencely, however the moment she was awakened the pain was impossible.

The SIVA wires, and connections was interconnected with her organs and veins. It was PAINFUL. She doesn't remember what happened but when she was conscience again there was dead Splicers everywhere a few were even Kings Eliksni.

She later saw another Kings Dreg whom she order to help her find where there was a safe place to hide.

However the Dreg had been gone for about twenty minutes, 'Far too long for normal.'

She then walked from her resting spot and continued walking. She noticed about ten minutes later that she was being followed. She didn't turn around. Later she heared the foot falls of the certain splicers.

She turned slightly before feeling the sharp pain of a knife in her eye. She barely felt it, from her experience with SIVA. She grabbed the neck of her attacker and crushed it. The body waslimp as she dropped it. She turned to look atthe attacker.

Expecting a devil spicer. She jumped back out of fear, as her attaker slowly got back up. The SIVA particles buzzing at his neck. It was the Kings Dreg she earlier found in the chamber. She hissed and clicked at him demanding why he stabbedher.

However the moment she felt what hit her it was too late.

A large, fat thing came behind the Dreg and smashed him before shooting him multipule times over. She gripped her swords, ready to defend herself. But before she could doanything, a large shadow loomed over her.

She jumped at the thing ahead of her, jabbing it with her blades, killing it, before spinning around. Behind her was a huge monster of a creature bulkyand intimidating. It wore a helmet that covered it's face,and a large heavy cannon was in it's
arms.

Ataris was sure if this monster had a face itwould be smirking at itnew kill. This was her last thoughts as it lifted it's gigantic foot, and let it fall on her, killing her.

Hours later a spark lit the cool night. A soft sigh excaped the little flicker of light, as it lifted from the ground.

It was a Ghost.

The Ghost was attached to a string with other interesting things. He looked around before shooting a small amount of light to cut the chains that held him.

"Okay," he said, looking around. "Where am I?" He quizzes, he starts scanning the area before returning to where he started. "...The Plague lands, the land infested with SIVA." He tries doing a signal for help before flinching. He realizes hefeels
heavierthan normal. He then preforms a body scan and reads over the readings.

He had SIVA cables in some places, he was painted with the Fallen Kings Banner,he had a little mecanical arm that spun around with no apparent purpose,and he had a small piece of fabric that stuck outof his eye socket. He was also paintedpurple.

The Ghost then glanced around, then froze, and looked down, there in front of him was adead Fallen Baroness of the House of Kings. That wasn't the scariest thing about it. It was infected with SIVA!

He paused before hesitatly scanned the corpse. She was about a few hours dead probably died near oraround dusk. That didn't surprise suprised him was the flicker of light that resided inside the Baroness.

A pull at his core startled him. "This is... my guardian?" He questioned. He shook his exterior before turning, he looked back, the light was dimming, he needed to help her, 'This may not be a bad thing.'He thinks to himself.'After all a Fallen Guardian might prove to be useful.'

"Alright, eyes up guardian!" He called before resurrecting theBaroness.

*Fallen race

Hello Dear Readers, I just got the idea that I could work on a Fan-Fiction of Destiny, where I could practice my ideas of how I would take a hold of Destiny if I had the story.

The Gates of Eternity is a take on Destiny as a broad genre of ideas and concepts that are cleaned into a nice story smoothie!

For now I'm just trying to get it off the ground so bear with me as I deal with a first time full blown story.

For those people from my other stories do not worry I will redo them soon.

Anyways, See ya'll around

-IDragon