A/N: I do not own Destiny nor will I ever. On that note, hello, hello! For this story to progress, I'll need a few OCs to build and expand on. I'm not sure how many guardians I need but at least 2 good guardians and 2 bad ones for now. I may extend the amount at any given time or add small cameos.

ALLIANCE: Light or Dark.
NAME:
GENDER, RACE AND CLASS: For class, also add their subclass they mainly run in. Eg: hunter/ bladedancer.
AGE:
APPEARANCE: Hair, eye, skin colour. Height and anything else like scars/freckles etc.
PERSONALITY: Please go in depth.
PRIMARY WEAPON: I only require what TYPE they use. Eg: pulse rifles.
SPECIAL WEAPON: Only what TYPE they use. Eg: Fusion rifle.
ARMOUR SHADERS: Or colour of their armour they mainly use.
GHOST NAME: name, colour, personality (or quirks) male or female.
OTHER FACTS/INFO: Any quirks or hobbies etc. Or how they came to wake up even.

Please be descriptive as possible when applying as it will 'up' your chances of being selected.
And now, without further ado, let's begin!

Circle of War
"Understanding is not an end, but a beginning from which new truths are born"

PROLOGUE - Opening act

"Welcome back, guardian."

The same mechanical cyborg, known as a Frame replied to the appearance of a lone Warlock. Taking a moment to process the Frame's sudden attendance, the Warlock merely fumbled over a nod of his head in response. However the Frame was already moving on to greet the next arrivals of guardians landing in the hanger. With a deep sigh that rumbled from his throat, the Warlock took a final look to where his Ship had been towed away to. Most likely, whatever minimal damage had befallen it would be repaired by the diligent Shipwright Amanda Holiday.

The Warlock hoped the repairs would be done as soon as he was ready to collect his personal ship, that is, if he was going to come for it. With that everything else preoccupying his mind at the moment; he doubted he would spend a lot of time at the tower to begin with. Climbing the steps and leaving the massive hanger of departing and incoming ships to and from places, the cool of the night's air was calling him from beyond the steel hollowed hallways. He pressed through the hallway, barely stopping to greet the other guardians who lingered to strike idle chit-chats and such. One or two would wave and he'd nod in their general direction but he wouldn't sway from his course.

Outside, the sound of chatter grew. The Tower, as the guardians would call it was the highest building to reach the skies. It roared with life with the vast amount of guardians present.

To his left, the Warlock could immediately see the gigantic city below and the lustrous grey sphere of what many would call their saviour or even a god. They call it the Traveller. The Warlock however, scoffed at such claims. For a god couldn't be hurt but here was their god. Ruined and motionless. Perhaps it's 'soul' had already left its body and the sphere was merely a husk. A shell? Whatever the case, the Warlock knew everyone would still blindly believe that one day, this entity would return to save them once again.

With a shake of his head, the warlock pressed on, ignoring more guardians as he made a bee-line for the Tower North. A small area containing a few other guardians, residence and the quarters of the enigmatic 'proclaimed' the Voice of the Traveller—The Speaker. He was what the other guardians called their ruler, their adviser and a mystery. There were quite a few debates on whether which affiliation he was bound to due to the three factions fighting for powerful at the Tower constantly. However the Warlock knew which side he was really fighting for.

The warlock entered the large room, filled with lights and a large centrepiece containing rotating gears and metal. Beyond the structure, the Warlock could see the Speaker leaning against the railings of the balcony that overshadowed the city below. As he moved to meet the Speaker, stopping not too far from him before clearing his throat.

"Guardian" the Speaker said after a moment of complete silence. He tore his attention away from the Traveller and to the Warlock who assumed a casual position at his side in a second. Though the Warlock felt the hairs on his arms stand through his heavy armour, he turned to give a curt nod to the man.

"What has befallen your team?"

The subject stung, right to the point. With a throaty sigh, the Warlock stepped back a bit, glancing from left to right. For a moment, he thought someone was watching him but then it was gone. Turning his attention back to the Speaker, he clenched his helmet under his arm tightly.

"The darkness…reached them" he explained with a deep frown. The memory of the fall of his team was still raw in his mind with each and every detail. Of bullets, of blood and destroyed Ghost. If the Speaker was distraught by his words, it did not show. For the Speaker never revealed his face nor seems to hold much emotion in his voice. "The mission was butchered. We were attacked by the Vex and lost all of the data we were sent to retrieve. My team was shot down, picked off by the Vex and Harpies as soon as we dealt with the Nexus Mind, Sekrion."

The Speaker nodded his head, "and you were uninjured?"

This struck a cord in the heart of the Warlock. For a moment, there was realisation on his face but it was quickly washed away when the Speaker continued to speak.

"What about your Ghost? May I see it?"

"My….Ghost?" the Warlock said earning another nod from the Speaker. What reason was there in summoning his Ghost? As silence lapsed on in the air, the warlock couldn't help but tense when the Speaker begun to pace. He said nothing for a moment before finally addressing the warlock, calm and collected as he was known for.

"I have been watching you for a while now." His very words seem to cause a shiver to cripple down the warlock's spine. The movement went unnoticed by the Speaker as he continued. "Your infatuation with the Vex, no… with power has evidently drawn you to do despicable acts. When you sought power, I saw you cast away your loyalty and purpose."

The warlock couldn't help but crack a smirk. Purpose? What purpose? The warlock laughed at such a word. Was his purpose to blindly support the Traveller—an entity he knew little off—upon revival? The entity that was claimed to have saved the remnants of humanity and its precious city? What proof did the Speaker have of this? Just because a giant ball beyond repair was simply floating in front of their faces was named a hero, did not mean it was one. The warlock couldn't help but shake his head at how pitiful all of this was. He had lingered for too long and it was time to end everything here and now.

Raising his hand, the warlock decided to humour the Speaker. "Sigma" he called summoning his Ghost which had materialized from the comfort of his armour. His Ghost blinked its optics, surveying its surroundings before hovering high above the warlock's head. It lingered there for a moment before darting its abnormal yellow glowing eye to the left of the room. In one fluid motion, its eyes released a yellow beam of digital light which scanned the surrounding area.

The warlock caught some movement to his left where the beam of his ghost's light had hit and he realised that perhaps he wasn't alone with the Speaker as he had initially thought. As the last of Sigma's rays disappeared, two figures were revealed to be in hiding using their invisible abilities. The warlock narrowed his eyes at them as they stumbled forward, shocked that their cloaks were easily dispelled.

"You wound me, Speaker" the warlock sighed, with a deep shake of his head. "Sending spies after your own guardian…"

"You are not a guardian" one of the hunters howled, taking a stand right in front of the Speaker. His friend quickly followed after them and the pair pulled their weapons free from their holsters. The warlock couldn't help but click his tongue at them with a scorn. Did he seem like such a threat to them?

"We saw it all! You killed those guardians and took the data!"

"Traitor!"

The words were harsh on the warlock and though a normally sensitive person would have jumped to defend themself but the warlock couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. A traitor? He supposed he was one now that he had obtained such remarkable powers. Sigma made an odd crackling sound which sounded very much like a Vex trying to communicate before it hovered in front of its master. The hunters tensed upon seeing the ghost take a stand.

"Call me what you must but allow me to tell you something, Speaker" the warlock cackled. As the hunter's braced themselves for what they thought was an attack, the warlock took his time to slip his helmet back over his head. The hiss of his helmet clicking assured him that he was ready to end this boring conversation once and for all. "I will only say this once."

Sigma's pointed edges begun to shine with colour before it expanded, revealing the yellow throbbing aura most ghost would have. In the centre of his Ghost, spinning and releasing sparks of electricity out, was the heart of a Vex's Mind. A low hum begun to sing in the air before Sigma called forth grey smoke from above them. The familiar smoke ignited panic in the hunters as something solid dropped to the ground.

"A thousand years of lies will catch up to you" finished the warlock as he watched the solid forms of hammered bronze bodies and robotic skeletons took shape.

"Vex!" a hunter screamed as the warlock watched a large harpy cracked to life. Its wings charging before it flared open and rumbled forward towards the terrified hunters. The warlock wasted no time to see what had become of the harpy and hunters as he leapt over the side of the balcony, falling to the city before. "Stop!"

One of the hunters dashed forward only to stop as a charging harpy intercepted him. He released a scream as it rammed him, immediately exploding and taking the hunter with it. By now, guardians around the area were drawn to the sounds and chaos and begun filtering within the room. The remaining hunter begun shooting at the Vex but was soon overwhelmed. Guardians around were quick to protect the Speaker who begun shuffling back. When the Vex were all cleared from the room, a titan stormed towards the Speaker who had torn away from his saviours and made his way towards the balcony where the warlock had taken his plunge into the city.

"Speaker! What has happened here?" asked the female who followed his gaze to the city below. Her eyes were unable to see what the Speaker was seeing and this caused her to worry dreadfully.

The Speaker took a moment to collect his thoughts before he turned to face the titan. "Send for the Vanguards, we have a traitor loose."