Anabel paused for a second, debating coming from within her mind.

"Warlock, is there anything else you need?" Ikora Rey, the Vanguard Warlock asked.

Taking a deep breath, Anabel decided, "Yeah." She turned around. "I heard about someone named 'Arkís' a while back; I was wondering who he was."

Ikora nodded, a faint smile on her lips, "Ah, Arkís. He is my most promising Warlock. I met him not too long ago, maybe a few years back, and it is lovely to see how he has grown."

"C-could you tell me something about what he has done?" Anabel asked hesitantly.

"Of course," Ikora smiled gently at the newly awakened Warlock. "One of his most memorable exploits was when he took a mission up on Venus."

- Some Time Later -

"-Oh, and Arkís," Ikora called, gaining the Warlock's attention.

"Yes, Miss Rey?" he asked, turning around.

Ikora rolled her eyes slightly, ignoring Cayde-6's snickering, "A new Warlock asked me about you the other day. Her eyes grew wide the longer I spoke of your exploits." She sighed softly. "If they seek you out, be kind and gentle to them; there's too much anger and darkness in this sad world already."

Arkís bowed slightly, "Of course, Miss Rey." Straightening up, he exited the hall and into the area which held Shaxx and his dutiful Frame, Arcite 99-40.

"Ah, Ark, are you still up for the Match on Saturday?" Shaxx called to Arkís.

"Yes, I still am," Arkís replied.

"Good, I'll see you then."

"I'm looking forward to it." Moving past Eris muttering at her glowy ball, he took the stairs into the main courtyard of the Tower. Taking a deep breath, he took in the calm chaos of the Tower, before something rammed into him, knocking that breath out.

"Freohr, if this is another- oh. Hello there," he stopped, seeing that it wasn't- and belatedly realizing that it didn't feel like the Exo- he greeted the unknown person.

"S-sorry about running into you," They said meekly, their voice identifying them as a female.

"It's no trouble at all; my Exo friend, Freohr-2, often rams into me purposefully. I've gotten used to being tossed about like a rag doll."

"Y-you're Arkís, aren't you?" she asked, her blue-ish eyes looking up at him.

"Yes, I am. And who might you be? I'm afraid I haven't acquainted myself with every Guardian there is."

"I-I'm Anabel. A Warlock. I-Ikora told me about one of your adventures."

His eyebrows rose, 'So this is the one Ikora told me about.' He thought. Out loud he replied, "Really now? Which one?"

"The one where you were on Venus and defeated an Archon Priest with Freohr-2."

"Ah, that one." Arkís nodded fondly. "Let me tell you, the Priest nearly had us at the end of it; it was only luck, timing and a Dreg that saved us."

"Dreg?" Anabel tilted her head; Ikora didn't tell her about that.

Arkís nodded. "Yes, Freohr threw a dead Dreg's body straight at the Archon Priest, distracting it for a moment to give me the opening I needed to kill it."

Laughter came from nearby, "Yeah, I'm still surprised at how that actually worked, myself."

Arkís and Anabel looked up to see Freohr-2 approaching in his green-horned glory, a smile on his mechanical features. "Ah, Anabel, this is Freohr-2; Freohr, this is Anabel, a new Warlock."

"Hello, Anabel. It's lovely to meet you; I'm always pleased to hear of new Guardians arising. I look forward to what you may achieve." He grew serious and looked at Arkís. "And speaking of new Guardians. . ."

The Awoken Warlock sighed, "All good things must come to an end." Looking up, he nodded solemnly, "Let's go see her."

Anabel's eyebrows scrunched together, "See who?"

Freohr-2 sighed, "You must know, Anabel, that most Guardians do not have a peaceful, nice awakening. They sometimes find themselves in a most painful position. We Guardians retain the last remaining hours of our lives before we die; I went down fighting a Fallen Captain, Arkís died when one of the ships in the Reef went down by means unknown. Most die defending a loved one, protecting them. Others, not so much." He sighed and shook his head. "The Guardian we are about to go see left their loved one, only to find out that they had died." He looked out at the Traveler. "She has been inconsolable for weeks, now. Me and Arkís visit her often, trying to get her to break out of it. It hasn't worked yet."

"Could I-?" Anabel trailed off.

Arkís nodded, "Of course. Maybe someone else might help her. She's quite intimidated by Freohr."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"You're a hulking mountain of steel and wiring; who wouldn't be afraid of you?"

"Hmm, let's see," Freohr-2 mock thought. Splaying out his hand he spoke, marking each one with a finger as he spoke, "The Hive, the Vex, the Cabal, the Fallen; and those are just the ones off the top of my head!"

"Yes, but they're also beasts trying to wipe out the Light; they want to kill all of us," Arkís deadpanned.

"So? They're still not afraid of me."

Arkís sighed, then held up his hand, three fingers raised. "I can count three separate occasions where you managed to scare Cabal, Hive, and even the VEX! You cannot say, that they are not afraid of you; because they are."

Freohr-2 blinked. "When was the Vex?"

The Awoken Warlock sighed. "When you destroyed the Heart of the Black Garden. Then when you went back down to search around and accidentally destroyed their source of teleporting."

"Oh. Right. Forgot that happened." The Exo shrugged, "Whatever. Let's go see her, now." The Titan started moving off towards the barracks.

Behind him, Arkís sighed and shook his head. Looking at Anabeth, he said, "You'll get used to him in time." Straightening up, he started off following Freohr-2. "C'mon then. You might get along; you never know unless you try."

Anabeth blinked, processing what had just happened, before scrambling to catch up to Arkís and Freohr-2.

I saw one of the quests when I was playing on my Warlock- the one about leveling up- and I came up with this.

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