[b]"We Win, Together" by Juroku[/b] [i]I roam[/i], through the dusty red haze. Through a forgotten, sand-scraped transit station. Through an ancient city, deserted, decrepit, disturbingly familiar. Through the Buried City; its real name died long ago with its people. Little more than ruins remain. Wandering, I hear: amidst the silence, thunderous thumps. Heavy feet crash to the ground. Between broken windows, I see: hulking brutes of steel. The Cabal. Between broken windows, they see: me. [i]I run[/i], hastily from their sight. They run, hastily behind. They trap me in their sight. Shots are fired, flashing by into hills of sand, into rubble. I shriek: a slug pierces my leg. Blood dyes the sand a deeper red. [i]I stumble[/i], holding onto hope. Holding onto thoughts of home. My leg gives way; I tumble in pain, my consciousness failing. The Cabal stand over me. They make no haste: a great bayonet is driven through the iron griffin upon my chest, my only reminder of what once was. [i]I die[/i], blood flowing, puddles soaking the sand. A Cabal raises its arms, cheering. A sudden shot spears its masked face. More follow. The rest withdraw. An unfamiliar face sees me: another Guardian, an Awoken. Her hands glide over me: I feel a soothing sensation in my limbs. In my corpse. Abruptly, I can breathe. I can move. [i]I live[/i], climbing to my feet, she dusts me off. I nod. She nods, but not at me. Behind me. I look: tens more of our kind stand ready, weapons levelled. I turn back and find the Cabal who killed me. It lies on the floor, bleeding out. I fire once: a coup de grâce. [i]I win[/i], I glance up: the Cabal charge. I raise my rifle, and we fire, all as one. In seconds, no Cabal remains standing. [i]We win[/i], together. [b]WORD COUNT: 300[/b] [i][P.S. Inspired by [/i]Destiny[i]'s emphasis on multiplayer and teamwork. The ending is supposed to resemble a Public Event, with large groups of Guardians coming together as one to defeat the overwhelming Cabal forces.][/i]