This one is kinda long. I’m not experienced when it comes to fan-fics (Having wrote only one story before). But I don’t know if I’m new either, since I’ve done a fair amount of writing in offtopic. I don’t know what I want my guardian’s resurrection story to be, but this isn’t it. [spoiler][quote]Hawaii, 12 years before the events of our resurrection[/quote] Fallen vandals fired their wire rifles at the three from atop an apartment building. The hunter fired 3 rounds blindly into the rain in the direction of the vandals, and soon after, they could hear the thud of it’s body hitting the ground. The three had taken cover in an abandoned car. The two ghosts hid under decayed the passenger seat, while the hunter sat cramped in the driver’s seat, returning fire, though they could only see a few feet ahead of them. An arc bolt barely missed the hunter’s head, causing him to duck back into cover. “Are you sure this is the place?!” One of the ghosts replied, “Yeah, I’m sure. The body is in the ruins of that building down the street.” The body lay in the ruins of a small building on the next block over. Half of the building was nothing but a pile of rubble. He had tried to resurrect the soon-to-be guardian the day before, but was caught by a team of dregs and was forced to retreat back to the city. He returned with the backup of a hunter and his ghost. He figured that the night, along with the heavy rain and the hunter’s stealth skills, would allow them to sneak into the town unnoticed, get the resurrection, and get back out of there, but apparently security here has tightened since his last visit. The hunter climbed into the passenger’s seat and exited the vehicle. The vandals continued to fire at the drivers seat, not noticing him. He traced the a arc bolts to their source, and fired 7 rounds from his scout rifle. The firing stopped, and the only sound was the rain fall. They stayed motionless for half a minute, before the hunter stood up. “You’ve been here before, ghost. Lead the way.” The two ghosts exited the vehicle, but still stayed low to the ground. They were different in appearance. One had blue flames painted on it’s shell, the other had a plain white shell. The one with the blue flames spoke, she was still shaken up by the encounter, “They’ve probably alerted the others. This entire island is about to be on our doorstep.” The other ghost activated his flashlight, lighting up the road ahead, “Then we better hurry. Follow me.” The entire town was a fallen stronghold. Most of the buildings were reinforced with rusted metal, and had banners displaying the house of kings symbol. They stayed against the outer walls of the buildings, as the hunter used his body to shield the ghosts before they got to their destination. The body was buried under a collapsed ceiling. Luckily it was just wood, so the hunter lifted most of it off the corpse. It’s legs and lower torso had been crushed under the weight of the ceiling. It was clutching a decayed piece of paper. The hunter picked it up, and looked at it. It was a picture of a woman holding an infant. The woman looked to be in her early 20’s. She had long, blonde hair, and the child was a male. In the background was the ocean, and people filled with joy. That was a long time ago. Now, people live in fear, needing something to believe in. He placed the picture back in the skeleton’s hand, and moved out of the way for the ghost. The ghost slowly approached the body. “After all these years.” He scanned the body, and flesh wrapped itself over the bones. The body seemingly healed itself. Clothes stitched itself back together. The man woke with a shock, taking short, deep breaths. The world became silent for the ghost. He could hear only the man and himself. “Hello.” The man sat silent for a moment. “Where am I? What are you?” “I am a ghost. Your ghost, to be precise. You’ve been dead for hundreds of years. You’ll have no memory of who you were before.” “I-“ He noticed the crumpled picture in the palm of his hand. He looked at it. “A family.” He noticed that the town was in ruins. “What happened here?” “I don’t know.... I don’t think anybody does.” The hunter interrupted the silence. “Hey! Glad to see that you’ve found your guardian, but we’ve got skiffs incoming!” The ghost turned back to the newly resurrected guardian, “We need to go, now.” The hunter spoke to his ghost, “Bring the ship around. We’ll meet it at the docks.” “Done.” His ghost replied. The hunter approached the man, and handed him a hand cannon. “Fit to fight?” “Yeah, I think so.” He took the hand cannon. It was light. “Lets go!” The hunter motions for them to leave, and they follow him. Two skiffs broke through the clouds, and made their way to the rooftops to drop vandals off. The group rushed through the rain, following the light of a city-hawk that had landed next to the beach. They had forty seconds before the vandals began firing at the group. They took cover in a nearby store, behind the counter. The ghost turned to the man, “You’re a titan. A master of the fists of havoc, hammer of sol, and ward of dawn. We need you right now.” “What am I supposed to do?” “Focus. Channel the light, let it flow through you.” The man took a deep breath, and calmed himself. The world around him became peaceful. He ignited into flames, and darted out into the street with a burning hammer in his hand. He threw the hammer at the two groups of vandals on the rooftops. A fallen captain burst out of a nearby building, challenging the titan, with nothing but four arc staffs. The captain ran up to the titan, swinging all four staffs at him. The titan used his lift to perform a somersault over the captain, and swing the hammer at their leg from behind, lowering them to his level. He followed up with a hammer swing to the captain’s head, crushing their skull in. The captain fell to the ground. The hunter jumped out of cover. “Not bad, for your first time.” “What can I say, I guess I’m a fast learner.” The group continued to rush to the ship. The other ghost lowered the ramp for them to enter. A new group of vandals, dregs and shanks comes out of hiding, and opens fire. “Keep going. We can make it!” The hunter said. There was no cover for them to use this time. They were only a few meters away from the ship when an arc bolt from a wire rifle hit the titan’s ghost. It fell to the ground, it’s blue eye now powering down. “No!” The titan grabbed the ghost out of the mud, and continued towards the ship. The remaining ghost raised the ramp once everybody was on the ship, and the hunter entered the c[i]o[/i]ckpit and took off. He set the ship on autopilot and approached the titan. “I’m... sorry about your ghost.” “I only knew him for fifteen minutes, but I’m going to miss him.” He held the dead, mud covered ghost in his hands. It was a quiet ride to the city. He didn’t understand the importance of what had happened that day, but he will.[/spoiler]