Am I Forsaken?

Ch.2: Oh, that’s just perfect!

(Five months and a half later...)

“Woohoo!” I howled out as I ran through a makeshift training course like their was nothing holding me back.

“I see you’re finally getting the hang of it!” Garrex laughed as I slide right under a barrier, through a big enough gap for me to fit right on through.

“Hell yeah!” I answered as I got back up and started climbing up to a platform.

The course was built out of rock and stone, something Garrex used from the land, using his laser beam to cut sections out and build upon. Took a long time to get it all set up to where he could change it, mix things up a bit. Giving it a versatile unique charm, so as to me not getting easily bored of running the same course over and over again. Thank God he thought of that, for both of our sakes. Of course, he placed it all back in place, in case this world’s populace become known of our existences.

Believe or not, Garrex told me where we were set on; My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Terrific. The fans of the series would kill or die to be where I’m at right now. Not the children, no way. I mean the grown ups, be it teens living out their last couple of years of being teenagers, or grown-ass men and women who are secretly Bronies and Pegasisters.

Problem was, about four months ago, he really didn’t know the current whereabouts we find ourselves in. That is, until we heard a loud roar out in the distance. Good thing he thought about shelter first before the course, so that we could protect ourselves from the elements. I called it the Spider’s Burrow, because it reminded me of one. That and the hatch to cover the entrance, like those spiders from Australia. Turns out, we were in the Dragon Lands. Fan-fucking-tastic.

While the presence of one, or a flock of them prevented my physical training exercise, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t learn anything else while stuck in our temporary home. Garrex has been teaching me on how to use a gun. Of course, no live rounds. He was teaching me on how to wield it, reload, aim down, align it with the holographic targets he displayed on the wall, be they Fallen, Cabal, Hive, Vex, Taken, or Scorn. We were using empty mags as he took the rounds out.

Unfortunately, I only have what I had on me. The vault where you store your things in, nonexistent. While we could remake them, it didn’t seem like the best idea. No need to waste the material we have for something that isn’t needed yet. Even more so, I can’t be revived. Yeah, that Restricted Respawn icon, was there, underneath my health bar. I flipped the fuck out after noticing that and it took Garrex to stun me to sleep, so that I would stop freaking out.

But I was still considered immortal. No, that’s not right, I can still die. Ageless, we’ll go with that. Either way, it was going to be a lonely life. While Garrex has been a good companion and partner, he was my only friend in this world. A world that’s supposedly far more peaceful. Or so it lets you think. Honestly, as soon as something fictional becomes reality, things aren’t as you expect them to be. So I’m very skeptical on how things will play out.

For the most part, I’m actually enjoy the peace and quiet, relatively speaking. But, even with all of the training and exercise I’m getting to help me out with my new body, I still need to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. Now this may be me being paranoid, but, I keep getting this feeling that something was gonna happen. I’m not sure when, or what.

I put it out of my mind, trying to keep it under wrap and worry about it later. But it keeps gnawing at me. It felt like it’s trying to warn me.

“Rev?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when Garrex appeared in front of me. “Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thought.” He told me as I stopped running, sounding worried.

“Garrex, what are the chances of the enemies from Destiny appearing here?” I asked him.

“What?” Garrex was taken aback. “Are you saying that there might be a chance that the Fallen, Cabal and all of the other nasties would come here, or are already here?”

“Well, we’re here ourselves. Who’s to say they aren’t?” I questioned as I sat down. “Lately, I’ve been plagued with this feeling of an event of circumstances, where things will drastically changed.” I explained to Garrex with a sigh. “Honestly, I can’t shake it. I mean, what are we going to do for the rest of forever? We need to make a living, but I’m not sure if becoming a Mercenary Guardian is an ideal lifestyle.”

“Hmm, I see your point.” Garrex nodded as he cleaned up the track. “And yeah, I don’t like the idea of becoming a Mercenary either.”

“Could we explore?” I asked him, because we still have a Sparrow to drive across the land. We just don’t have a ship anymore and I really wanted to go into space. Of course, I need to learn on how to drive it first. No need for me to end up crashing and burning.

“Sure.” Garrex nodded before we both notice a shadow casting over us all of a sudden. “What the...?” He looked up and shouted, “LOOK OUT!” Doing as he said, I got out of the way as fast as I could, before something big and heavy came crashing down on where we were standing a few seconds ago.

The ground shook from the impact a little bit, making me trip up and fall down. Even so, I got back up and dusted myself off. “Jesus Christ, what was--?” I was interrupted by the sounds of groaning in pain, making me look at what it was.

It was a Dragon, a female one, only because of how slender and elegant the body frame looked. Purple scales with green fins. Huh, that sounded familiar for some reason. Slowly, I approached the Dragoness, circling around until I was in front of her face. When she saw me, though, she got really defensive, peeling her lips back to show her many razor sharp teeth off.

“Stay back!” She growled, shooting out a puff of green flame and I immediately backed off. “Don’t you come any closer.”

“Wow, hey!” I jumped backwards, keeping my distances so that she wouldn’t torch me to death. Just then, for the first time in all my life; I got shot at. The round hit me on my left pauldron, making me stagger until I tripped up and fell onto my back. At first, my heart was racing from the experience, until that feeling of fear was replaced with feeling pissed. “WHO THE FUCK SHOT ME!?”

“Fallen!” Garrex answered which only pissed me off more.

“Are you kidding me!?” I got back up on my feet to look around, until I heard their screeches from behind the Dragon, who was trying to get up and move, but couldn’t. I’m surprised one of those Vandal pricks even managed to get a clear shot of me. “Oh, that’s just perfect!” I growled.

“Well, looks like your theory was correct. I hope you’re ready.” Garrex told me as he set up my choice of weapons: Cerberus+1, Borealis, and Thunderlord.

“I’m still surprised I can use more than just one Exotic.” I said as I took out Borealis, walking, or stomping in my case, around the Dragoness until I could see the group of Fallen coming right at us, if barely.

“Remember, this isn’t the game.” Garrex reminded me.

“Right.” I sighed, feeling a little nervous but I tried to focus my anger on destroying these alien bastards. Wait, I’m just as much of an alien to this world like them. Shit, this feels weird- NO! Stop that! Taking in a deep breath, I crouched down and scoped in on my targets. “Hmm, a few dozen Dregs, five strong Vandals with three of them being Snipers, four Shanks, and a Servitor...a really big one.”

“Alright, this shouldn’t take long.” Garrex commented. “Just aim for the long ranged fighters first, then mop up the rest, before dealing with that Servitor.” He told me.

“Got it.” I nodded my head before aiming for one of the Snipers, but...even so, I felt myself start to hesitate. This was basically my first time killing a living being, besides the robots. I wasn’t a soldier or a fighter, and yet, here I am; fighting and killing. Because of circumstances? Maybe...

“Rev! Focus!” Garrex’s voice snapped me out of my musing, realising that they were closing in. “Look, I know this is your first true combat, but if we don’t make it out of this...” He then turned to the downed female Dragon, who I saw put up a brave face to hide her fears. “She won’t either.”

Apparently, that gave me enough reason to kill these pricks off. Then again, they did try to snipe me out of existence. Looking back at the Fallen, I zeroed in on my first kill and took the shot, feeling the recoil as Borealis fired, the Arc round taking the Vandals’ head off its shoulder as the Ether left the body. I moved onto the next Vandal but kept missing due to my poor aiming and flinching whenever I got shot at. Not to mention they were already too close.

“Fuck!” I growled as I switched over to my Cerberus+1 and charged into them. Once I was close enough to the Dregs, I started shooting, most of the rounds hitting their mark as I mow right through them. The Vandals I needed to aim down my sight so that I could finish them off quickly, and those two Sniper bastards kept throwing me off.

Eventually I got rid of them, but now I had to content with that giant Servitor and those Shanks. The Servitor shielded the Shanks as they all fired upon me, making me run and jump all over the place so that they wouldn’t waste me, the only real problem was that giant mechanical eyeballs’ Void Blast it kept shooting at me. Causing area-of-effect splash damage that kept draining my shield until I was left with none. But, as luck would have it, its shielding went down and the Shanks were vulnerable again, so I got rid of them.

“Okay, now...” I huffed as I switched to my Thunderlord. “Let’s get rid of you, next.” I growled at the Servitor before pulling the trigger, keeping my arm steady from the recoil until my shots landed on the critical spot: its eye. Once its shell started to crack from all the damage I’d inflicted upon it, did it got angry, its shell splitting up and glowing brighter before bombarding me with its attacks. At least it still flinched from time to time, giving me just enough to heal as I reloaded my Thunderlord and unloaded the mag into it, killing it as it spun and sparked out of control before exploding into scrap metal.

“Ugh, Garrex...”

“Yes, Guardian?”

“I feel like...” I groaned and started to feel dizzy. “...I’m gonna throw up.” Thinking fast, Garrex removed my helmet and I unload my stomach. I think it was from all of the excitement that had happened within the spasm of a few minutes. Even though I hadn’t eaten a single damn thing when I arrived here! How does that work!?

“Yeah, I’m sorry, but we need to take a closer look at these Fallen.” Garrex told me as he manifested himself. “There was something odd about these ones. They looked...different somehow.” He explained.

“Do we have to?” I whined as I took a breather. Damn it I wish we had water right now! Wash this bad taste out of my mouth.

“Rev, I’m serious, there’s something up with these Fallen. Now, c’mon.” Garrex urged me. Sighing in defeat, I dragged myself over to the bodies that didn’t get their heads blown off, mostly the Dregs. Turning it onto its back, I saw what he meant; this Dregs’ head almost looked like a draconic’s one.

“Garrex...what are we looking at?” I inquired as I searched the bodies for any sort of intel he could decrypt. All the while realising that these weren’t your normal Fallen. God, this is freaking me out. “And...are they from the House of Devils?” Seeing as they were all wearing red.

“Looks like it, and we might have a surviving Devil Splicer on our hands.” Garrex hypothesised as he scanned the bodies. “Only a Splicer from the House of Devils could make these subtle changes, but it also seemed to help increase their endurance and resilience.” Now that he mentioned it, these Dregs were a little more tougher than usual even if they’re low ranked.

But, more importantly was my next question. “Are all the Houses back again?”

“...It’s a high possibility.” My Ghost finally answered. “While they may be back, or coming back into the fold, I don’t think any of the Houses are back to full strength.” Well, that’s good to know. But that also means I might have to content with each House, should we run into any of them and should they pose a threat. Searching the last Vandel, I found some kind of Fallen Transponder.

However, a large shadow loomed over us, making me blink as I looked behind to see the Dragoness back on her feet. She was injured moments ago!

“Uh…”

“Sleep.” She spoke out that single word, and just like that, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

(Third person.)

As the Guardian and his Ghost hit the floor, sleeping, the Dragoness in question sighed. “Sorry Guardian.” Reaching out, she picked Revenic and Garrex up in one of her claws. Before she departs from the wasteland, she looked towards the dead Fallen and hiss. “Damnable things. I can’t believe I let you shoot me like that!” Those were her final words as she took flight.

Back on Earth, the one responsible for almost getting Revenic swatted was place in jail for false accusation, attempted murder, abuse of the Emergency System, and hacking into another person’s online account. Sentence to serve up to thirty years in prison, and fined to pay up to twenty-thousand dollars. The police on the night Revenic had suddenly disappeared could not explain the event that took place.

Within Equestria, Celestia’s political battles continue on as she verbally wrestles some form of control from the ever-greedy Nobility that were trying to make life harder for the common citizens, while also getting reports of strange, four-armed creatures seen staking inside the Everfree Forest. The Nobles quickly wrote this off as a hoax, thinking that it was the ‘peasants’ making up stories and wasting time with useless pranks.

However, once court had finally come to a close, Celestia retreated into her office and read more that was written on the reports. Apparently, the four-armed creatures were also seen in the Dragon Lands, as she sent out scouts to keep an eye on things on the border. There were even some disturbing discoveries of dead Dragons, supposedly killed by these things and harvest. Whatever is happening, it could potentially happen in Equestria as well.

“This isn’t good…”

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, I was a little stuck on how to do this chapter. That and some real life stuff I need to work through. While I can’t do crossovers on Rev’s story, I can do crossovers, with him, for other Displaced stories.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you had a good day.