[b]Prologue[/b]: Ghost Report 1 I, like many of my brothers and sisters, were created by the Traveler. I bear no ill will or regret for having been brought into this decaying and fragile world. The mission from creation was the same for all of us; bring forth a Guardian who will fight to protect. Fight to win. Fight to save. I persevere in my given duties and focus all of my self and attention to aiding my Guardian. No matter who they may become or fail to, that is my choice to bear through. There was never any rhyme or reason to choosing one's Guardian. However, it is a bond that we create and strive to protect. I store in my memory banks the capability of recalling even the beginnings of this relationship. To lay words to my first meeting is a bit of an oddity to myself. I was only birthed, as one would call it, mere hours prior to our meeting. Information was comprised into my core and I wondered what could these fleshy and feeble beings do to even protect themselves, much less the Traveler? However, it was not in me to voice such concerns and I flew away to far off lands. Many humans had fought at Russia's land. Many had lay down their lives at such a time of pure war. It was a prime location for my brothers and sisters to make bonds. I chose to follow the trend. In my search, I would find a preserved corpse. The power of the Traveler is a strange and mystifying thing, even if I should be the one to say so. However, no one can deny the potential for greatness it creates. Getting back to the subject; it would be the first time I had chosen and, hopefully, the only one depending on circumstances. I had the information regarding what I would encounter. Bones would be the worst. Rotting flesh second. However, as I pondered if this was correct, I realized I knew nothing about how to differentiate anything good from anything bad. And despite the fact that I knew this was dangerous ground, I still found myself staring at this lump of death for a good hour. If I describe feelings as words, I would have to say I was stumped. This was my decision and I had already chosen, but I could not come to terms with the why. I bonded instead of hesitating further and forged a new Guardian with the Light of the Traveler. It had coughed in shock, possibly recalling its last moments. Was it even capable of recalling such events, were my thoughts. But as it cleared up, I had noticed its eyes. There was never a trace of regret at being brought into this world. I knew there was a reason why I had felt such closeness while it was dead. But I also knew there was a reason why I had hesitated for so long. "Guardian, it is not safe here. We must move to safety." I spoke words, almost surprised that I even had a voice. The response from my Guardian was a hefty swish of a knife in my direction. I had floated to the side quickly so it missed me, but not the Dreg behind me. It fell in a slump and I made a note of the resemblance of limbs to that of my Guardian. With my Guardian up on its feet, I chose to incorporate myself within it and observe until needed. We had ended up walking for a long time and hitched a ride with another Guardian returning to the City. Later on I would come to understand that my Guardian was a female human organism and that it preferred to be called 'Shane' by others and even myself. I found this to be a difficult task to comply with. She had given up by then. If I had called her by such a name, it probably would have been similar to having been named myself. I felt opposed to such an action. "Guardian! I implore! Stop!" My voice had reached several tones I never would have imagined. That was the day I realized the reason why I had hesitated so much on our meeting. Shane had obtained a ship of her own and had chosen to fly it above the City, simply so she could come closer to the Traveler. Her hand extended itself from the top of the ship I had been struggling to stabilize. Her actions were incomprehensible. The moment her bare hand had reached the Traveler, the look on her eyes had changed. They were never filled with much emotion. Never regret or ill will. A reflection of myself. But now they bore hatred. Hatred for the Traveler? For the Darkness? She refused to let me in on such thoughts. It was for only a moment and she never once more showed such emotion. The Vanguard severely punished her for such reckless behavior later on though. [b]End: Prologue[/b]