Author's Note

This is a new Displaced story I wanted to try out. And for the most part, I got some things sorted out. For now, I want to take my time with this one and not rush it. See how things will go.

This is to help with my writer’s block, put me back into the groove of things. There won’t be any Crossovers until somewhere later on down the road, and hopefully I’ve flushed most of this out, or some, and not nothing.

Anyways, thanks and enjoy reading.

Ch.1

Am I Forsaken?

Ch.1: What just happened?

“Ugh! Finally!” I cried out in relief as I have finally capped at max level. Seriously, I like the Forsaken DLC and the Annual Pass, but things have become a little tedious and Bungie is kind of overdoing it. Or maybe it was a side effect of Activision after they both split. I don’t know, it probably doesn’t even matter now.

I was playing Destiny 2, late that night. I wouldn’t call myself a serious fan of the series, since I casually play it sometimes. Typical of someone like me, I went with the Titan, only because it really fit my play style, but that doesn’t mean it’s the best of all Guardians. Trust me, Warlocks and Hunters are nothing to scoff at, I should know.

Anyway, I logged out of the game and was about to turn my Xbox One off, before my TV’s screen went all static. That nearly made me shat myself. Something like this never happened before. At least, from what I remember. Then the static stopped and I was left with a black screen. I thought the TV turned itself off, but it was still on. After awhile of staring, something unexpected happened.

“Guardian? Are you there? Can you hear me?” I heard the voice of the Ghost, as texts of what he said came up on screen. At that point, I thought I was going crazy, blinking a few times, rubbing my eyes and all that, just to see if I was imagining things. “Guardian, please respond.”

“...I must be dreaming.” I muttered out as I backed away slowly from the TV. “There’s no way. This has got to be a prank, or something.”

“Oh, thank the Traveler.” Ghost responded to my muttering, making me jump. “Listen Guardian, I know this all seem surreal, but I assure you that this is real. This is happening right now.”

“Wha-? B-but-!? I-!? HUH!?!?” I can’t believe this! This can’t be real! There’s no way!

“Guardian, I need you to focus!” The Ghost said, catching my attention.

“How? How do I know you aren’t someone trying to trick me? How do I know you’re the real deal?” I questioned. I’m not one who likes being tricked into something far worse than a prank call.

“Please, you have to trust me.” The Ghost begged me. “This is important.”

“How is it important?” I asked, getting a little frustrated right about now. That was until I heard someone breaking down the front door to my house. “What the-?!” I barely had time to react as a bunch of cops stormed my room and pinned me down on the floor.

“Stay down! Do not resist!” The cop on my back said as every other cop had their pistols pointed at me.

“What the fuck are yo- AGH!” Fuck, the prick twisted my arm!

“Shut up and stay down!” He demanded as the others searched my room.

“Let him go!” Ghost shouted out to the cops in anger, putting them all on edge. “He’s done nothing wrong!”

“Who’s there!? Show yourself!” The cop on my back demanded.

“I said let him go!” Ghost repeated himself.

“Show yourself right now or we will open fire!” The cop warned, pointing the gun at my head.

“Are you insane!?” Ghost asked, shocked at what this prick was about to do, even I was freaking out.

“This is your last warning! You have until the count of three!” I closed my eyes as he began to count. “One!...two!...th-!”

“NO!” Ghost roared out as the room was filled with a blinding light. How can I tell? I can feel the intensity from it. That was also when I didn’t feel the weight of the cop on my back anymore. Opening my eyes slowly, all I saw was white.

“What just happen?” I questioned as I stood up, my arm that got twisted was alright now.

“I saved you.” I jumped out of fright as I turned around to see...Ghost. Well, more specifically, my Guardian’s Ghost.

“You...saved me?” I said as I looked around. “How do I know I’m not dead?” I yelped as the little bastard stung me with electricity. “Ow!”

“Satisfied?” The Ghost asked in a cheeky manner, only to receive a glare from me. “Hey, you asked and I answered! That seems pretty fair.”

“Yeah, that’s fair and all, but why the fuck were the cops at my house? How did you know of this!?” Besides nearly getting killed by them.

“You were falsely accused.” The Ghost simply answered. “Remember that one other Guardian back in your last Crucible match?”

“How can I forget about that.” I groaned as I remembered this one kid, a young punk with a spoiled reputation, that kept talking smack shit. Of course, no one liked him, not even the team he was playing with. Throughout that match, nine times out of ten, I’m the one that kept gunning him down. He got real salty pretty quick. “So, let me guess, he somehow hacked my profile so he could have me ‘swatted’? And that fast?”

“Yup. Petty revenge through humiliation...and there was a couple of patrol cars close to your neighborhood.” Ghost answered. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Guardian. I can’t send you back, not after what happened.” I sighed at that, but I couldn’t blame him. He was only looking out for me. Still...

“After what just happened within those last few moments, I don’t think I want to go back anyway.” I told him. “But, why do you keep calling me Guardian? I’m no Guardian of yours.”

The Ghost was silent, looking down to the ground. “I know...and I know my world was a game to you and everyone who had gotten involved with it; be it those creating the Universe I was ‘born’ from, or the community that centres around it.” He sounded a little depressed about it. Then again, he somehow became very aware about this information, and it might as well shatter his understanding about everything he knew.

“...Sorry.” I apologised to him. “I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s okay. Just as long as you’re alive, I can live with that.” The Ghost told me as he looked back up to me. “So, partners?” He asked me, looking as hopeful as possible.

I thought this over for a moment before nodding my head. “Partners.” Just as I said, my vision started to blur before I blacked out, not knowing what I just got myself in to.

“Ooooh, my head.” I groaned in pain with a throbbing headache. “It felt like someone tried to skull-fuck me to death but failed.” I commented as I sat up. That was when I checked myself and found that...I was dressed up like my Titan Guardian from Destiny 2. “What the--!?” I jumped up to my feet, or I would have, if my jump boost didn’t activate to give me extra air! Of course, with me freaking out, I must’ve accidentally activated them. Once they stopped, however, I fell back down to earth, and not in a good way.

Falling flat on the ground again, I groaned as my everything hurt. Even with the armour on it didn’t make for a smooth landing. So I rolled onto my back and lied there, the sun beaming down on me as I recovered from my embarrassment. At least no one else saw that. “Guardian, are you alright?” Well, save for my Ghost.

“Eh.” I grunted in response to his question. “I’ll live, but I don’t know how any of this works.” I told him as I slowly sat up.

“I know. That’s why I’m now proposing a basic training exercise to help you learn more about your new body.” The Ghost suggested. Man, I need to give him a name. Calling him Ghost all the time sounds redundant.

“That sounds great, and I’m giving you a name. How does Garrex sound to you?” I suggested the first name that came to mind.

“Garrex? Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. Thanks Revenic.” Cool, Garrex knows my real name. Then again, he’s living inside my head. So I shouldn’t be that surprised in the least. Not yet, anyway.

“Alright then, so, what’s first?” I asked Garrex.

“Well, first off; get off your butt and stand up.” He answered with a laugh, as he materialised in front of me. “You can’t exactly do much while sitting down like a lazy bum.”

“Cheeky bastard.” I scoffed at him before doing what he said. Slowly.

(Third person.)

Princess Celestia sighed as she took a break from court. The Nobility becoming more of a pain in her backside as usual. She can’t help but feel bogged down by them and their so-called proposals.

“I have been too lenient with these Nobles.” She sighed again. “If I keep letting this happen, they’ll gain too much power and I’ll be the one to blame for, all because of my inability to stop them.” In saying that, Celestia was reminded of her failure to save her sister from her terrible fate, where the Sun Princess was forced to banish her possessed sister, now known as Nightmare Moon, to the moon itself.

It had been five hundred years ever since that day, where the Lunar Diarch tried to plunge the world into Eternal Night. It brought shivers to Celestia’s being, almost bringing tears to her eyes as well. Now, these days, everypony within Equestria thinks of her sister as nothing more than a legend. A tale to tell their children to frighten them so they would behave themselves. Yet another failure to add to her list of misfortune.

“One day...one day.” Celestia promised herself. “I’ll find a way to bring you back, Luna. I swear I will.” She whispered to herself as her break came to an end and court was back in session.