In honor of Bungie's favorite number, I have decided to make this my last story. Sadly, it is not finished but anyone can finish it if they like. I just want to thank Destiny Despatch for the awesome opportunity to engage in this project. My writing has definitely improved and my confidence has gotten a boost. [spoiler]Story inspired by the picture above. Here is the original outline I had: A guardian wakes up in a place called The Void( kinda like Purgatory). There, the guardian meets with his died father. The two are distant because the father left his legacy to his son, who never wanted it in the first place. The embodiment of the Traveler appears and unlocks a special power hidden within the guardian. The Traveler then explains that he is destined to do[insert destiny here]. The father then gives him his legendary hand cannon and the guardian walks through the gated arch.[/spoiler] [spoiler][b]Story has not been proof read[/b] He woke up in a field, as suggested by the open spacing. Only, things weren't so green we he looked around. The land was barren, deprived of all it's color and replaced with dark oranges and brown. The dust flew wildly with the winds that blew the large storm clouds. The land was vast and empty, giving him the illusion that there was nothing out there. He stood up and allowed his legs to work on there own, walking straight in an endless direction. Time itself seemed to slow down around him as continued to walk. Despite his surroundings, he eyes singled in on a faint blur in he distance. He walked towards the object without haste and reached the it, even with his dissolving strength. The sight was not what he expect to see. He was surrounded by dying trees, completely drained of life and lacking leave. A couple of dry bushes rattled in the wind, they too depleted of health. What stood in front of him was a large arch that appeared to be rotting. Chunks of arid bricks were missing from the structure. A rusted metal gate blocked him from going under the arch; even though he could just go around the side. As the breeze danced his hair, he spun around. Something in his gut told him to wait there at that spot for hopes that something or someone would rescue him. But help was nowhere in site and nothing would be for hours. He was ready to accept his fate that he couldn't do anything. He lost himself while staring at the mystic arch until a flicker of light caught his attention. He turned and was surprised to see a man standing next to him. He was almost transparent and a faint bluish glow enveloped him. A noticeable scar aligned itself horizontally on his left cheek. His smile felt conformable to him, who had lost almost all hope. Even if the man was an illusion, he glad to at least see something living. "Your facial expression displays confusion. You mind is telling you that I look familiar." he spoke calmly. He scowled slightly. "Why would I not recognize my own father?" "Well, why don't you tell me?" he questioned. "I have my reasons. Where am I?" he asked. "The Void, my son." a third voice chimed in. He turn to see another figure next to him, only the person was apparition. He could see no definitive characteristics, expect for he slender appearance. The wisps of his vapor like figure slowly cascaded down to the barren ground below him. "And who might you be?" he asked "I am the one you people call The Traveler." the figure responded.[/spoiler] I can't wait to read the final product :D