Hello guardians, this is AnonPig of [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/806204]The Collective of Fanfiction[/url] and I'd like to take this moment to invite all writers and readers alike to join! This is a single part of a much larger story, [b]A New Dark Shines[/b], to read from the beginning of the beginning: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/99978879/0/0]Chapter 1; The Spine[/url] [b]Arttu Stands Alone[/b] Arttu leans up against the railing, he stands alone, looking down at the city he protected below. It was peaceful in an odd way, listening to the roar, it calmed his mind and set him at ease. The city burned. He turned to head to the cryptarch, but he wasn't there. His stand was torn apart, and a guardian walked out with a new engram under his arm. He seemed to move as if the air was thicker around him. He decided to go to the Arach, but met with him on the stairs. Jalaal would take a step, only to vanish and appear closer to Arttu. His legs are bleeding. He made his way to the Speaker and his arm grew numb. He looked at it to see what was wrong, and was shocked to find his new armour missing. Of course it was missing, it was with his body on another plane. He was about to enter the Speakers chambers, but he stopped. He was being watched...no simply observed. Someone wanted to see if they would be noticed, it was Xur. This time, his hood was up and his face unseen, not that Arttu recalled anything previously. "Ah, guardian." Xur beckoned Arttu over. "You must not climb yet. You aren't ready. The nine have sent me, but I wait on another plane. Find me." He turns back to the Speaker, and hears...laughter. This wasn't the Speaker's voice, it was old and powerful, insane and cryptic. It called out to Arttu. "Isn't reality just the most delicious flesh?" Thankyou for reading, this is your friendly neighborhood AnonPig reminding you to [b]live beyond the story![/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/100664039/0/0]Chapter 8; The Fallen Wall[/url]