Zvikara, the Huntress Air rushed through her lungs as the young woman felt life return to her cold body. Warmth began to run through her veins and a healing light enveloped every trace of her, coating her in safety while effectively blinding the recently dead girl’s vision. She had been gone a long time. Or at least that's what the strange little floating ball said. “Hi.” He continued with a high pitched, quirky voice. Zvikara screamed at the Ghost in a panic. The last image before death repeated in her mind as she struggled between sanity and mindless hysteria. The final feeling of death rushed through her over and over never giving her a chance to realize that she is indeed alive again. The sharp blades of her final enemies piercing her and flaring every neuron in her body with intense pain echoed throughout her mind as she begged for it all to end once more. The girl was fixated on death and unable to tread way from these dark corners of her mind. Zvikara huddled on her side, sobbing and wishing for everything to just stop. The Ghost didn't know what to do. It frantically hovered back in forth trying to think of some way to calm the resurrected human. The Ghost slammed into her head trying to knock some sort of sense to her. Miraculously it worked. She stopped screaming and could only stare at the floating thing in the air with wide surprised eyes as tears trickled down her terrified face. Her breaths were quick and frantic while her eyes continued to dart back and forth scanning her surroundings. She was clearly still in a state of panic. The girl was struggling to recall her memories as she relaxed slightly from her fetal pose. She rubbed the sport where the Ghost struck and flinched in pain. Suddenly, a bare chill enveloped her as she realized how exposed she really was in a cold cave on the winter solstice. Shying away to the fact that initial resurrection did not include a wardrobe, the ghost quickly fashioned some simple gear for her. "Here." He began hesitantly. "You're going to need these." She quickly put on her new garb as a hue of red flushed throughout her face. The gear consisted of simple hunter armor and a knife to protect herself. The clothing itself was mostly cloth and leather while the body suit consisted of a surprisingly sophisticated apparatus suited for interstellar travel and survival in zero atmosphere. The knife itself seemed unreasonably sharp and almost made here worry the blade would dull to quickly, but as she peered at the metallic gleam she failed to identify the metal with only her eyes. It was however a decent enough size to be used as a tool, or an effective close ranged weapon. "Who are you?" The huntress asked, regaining a portion of her composure. "I'm a ghost.” It stated, almost excitedly. “Your Ghost now…" Its voice trailed off as the glowing orb seemed to actually show emotion. Zvika was impressed given Ghosts were basically armor plated mechanical eyes. Its sensor seemed to squint slightly as the Ghost lost a foot of elevation while solemnly looking towards the ground. It seemed a little disappointed, and Zvika was surprised to see it could easily express such emotion for a machine. The woman took some offence to that. Not having any experience of encountering with the fabled messengers of the Traveler herself but hearing plenty of tales of their chosen warriors, she protested. "Ghosts are for Guardians." She said bluntly. "Why did you resurrect me?" "You are a Guardian?" It said, unsure of itself now. "You have no idea who you just awoken do you?" Zvika was becoming annoyed, although in the back of her mind she told herself how grateful she should be towards this thing for resurrecting her. Determined to stick by his decision, the Ghost adamantly stood its ground. "I… I found someone, I guess that's enough." Sensing the slight tinge of depression behind it’s determined voice, she decided to soften her features. "What should I call you? Ghosts have names don't they?" She asked, trying to express compassion to her savior. "No, not usually. Well, I do." The ghost seemed to be even more skittish now. "Well what is it?" She tried asking in the softest tone she could conjure. "Poco..." Her voice immediately lost all of its tenderness in a half giggle, half surprised gasp. "Who in their right mind named you that?" "My previous Guardian." "Oh.” Zvika covered her mouth remembering the complex emotions the mechanical creature was expressing earlier. She wondered, even if they weren’t flesh and blood could they feel too? “I'm sorry.” She began once again. “That was who you were looking for wasn't it?" This time she was genuinely sincere. "I thought you were him..." A brief moment past as the awkward silence allowed the two to realize just where they were. It was cold and Zvika was acutely aware of the goose bumps on her limbs as she equipped the last pieces of her armor, leaving her helmet at her side to have a proper conversation with Poco. The wind from just outside the cave blew in a tender blanket of snow as the drifts shifted the Ghost’s hovering stance only slightly. Zvika noted the excellent insulation that her garb provided despite the sub-zero temperature. With an out of place and cheerful smile, Zvika secured her helmet and rose to her feet. "Okay Poco, let's go." "Huh?" The ghost was lost in thought, lamenting. "You revived me, so that means that you belong to me now right? Well, let's go." She was trying to call some sort of purpose out of the machine, hoping to conjure a hidden will that this thing seemed to be full of. "Guardians are supposed to be defenders of the light right? Saving the worlds and what not? So let's go save a world." Not entirely sure where she was due to her foggy memory, the woman exited the cave. The sunlight was harsh as her visor immediately attuned to the appropriate shade to shield her eyes from the harmful rays refracting off the pure white snow just outside the cave. It was noon and not a single cloud was visible letting the two know they had a good window of clear weather for travel. Zvika made her way up the mountain just past the small cave’s entrance. Maybe the vantage would give her a good idea where on Earth she was. And then maybe she could connect with the others that are like her. If any of them were still alive. How long has it been? What planet are they on? The girl was lucky enough to even remember her name in this state. The ghost followed her eagerly noting every nuance and motion the Huntress took. She seemed strong and devoted to whatever was on her mind at the moment. She also seemed rash and full of reckless abundant. She was probably not going to die he thought. Probably. ****** The Huntress just sat as she tried to catch her breath. She had been running for days. The Fallen were tracking her every step and she was using all of her energy to just evade them. They were getting closer. Concealed now in a cave on the side of a mountain she devised her next move. She had to act fast before the Fallen would corner her. The mountain range spanned on for a few miles more to the north and south. She came up the west face of the range to escape a raiding party close on her tail, and if she wanted to keep them at bay she would need to scale down the east. The mountain range was almost barren towards the top but it did have a sporadic tree line half way to the base with a stream heading towards the tree line below. Traveling north or south along the apex of the mountain would be preferable, she was better at scaling the terrain than the Fallen, but she was receiving a signal from the east. It was encrypted using a code familiar to her home, which meant that it must have been some one she knew. Rest here for a few hours then keep moving she decided. Most of her memories returned when she saw the despicable Fallen. She keenly remembers exactly how she died, cornered and stabbed in the back with an Ark blade. This first sight of the pack hunting her brought back a chill in her spine as she could almost feel the intense pain once more. And lastly she remembered why she died. Revenge. The damned creatures trapped her lost love and slaughtered him as she watched. Rage, more than anything, was now driving her. The Huntress covered her tracks masterfully, so she wouldn’t have much trouble staying hidden until dawn. She noticed that the Fallen moved slower during the day. Maybe it had to do with their sensors or equipment? There was no way of knowing for sure. She lay down and tried to get some rest.