You had lived unnoticed in that camp on the Dreadnaught for a few days, no sign of the Vanguard. No Taken or Hive noticed you, or that's what you thought.
You had let your guard down, relaxing in that camp, hoping to take your mind if the thoughts that plagued your mind.
It wasn't until earlier this morning you had woken up face to face with a Taken knight. You scrambled to reach your Hawkmoon, which was sitting on a box near where you slept. But the knight was faster, they restrained you before you could reach it.
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Now, being led by that knight, you were going to a place of the Dreadnaught you've never seen before. It looks nothing the spot you made your camp. This place had actual flooring and not the dust that you were used to laying on. The walls were still the same material but looked different for some reason.
As you were led through the unfamiliar room, you couldn't shake the anxiety in your mind. Where were you going? What is going to happen to you?
Your sudden pause to think was short lived as the knight yanked you from where you were standing, continuing the walk down the long hallway.
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Eventually you were at the end of the hallway, a huge door in front of you. The door was suddenly open by another knight, except this one was Hive, not Taken.
The Hive knight grabbed you from the Taken then shut the door. You were then lead to the middle of the room. You were thrown into your knees, thankful that you still had your armor on.
Before you stood a large throne made of a bone-like material. To your right was a large window that displayed the Rings of Saturn. You knew the ship had moved, but you didn't know it moved that far from Phobos.
A huge bone chandelier hung from the tall ceiling of the throne room, it was rather detailed. The ground where the knight threw you was the same solid material the ship was made out of. But, the area you were thrown in had a circle area. You were in the direct middle. Your body was facing the throne as it loomed before you.
You knew who's throne it was. He wasn't here yet though.
You were broken from your thoughts as the Hive knight stood before you, saying something in Hive chatter that you didn't understand. The knight saw you didn't understand so they spoke in a language they knew you would understand.
"You are trespassing on the Dreadnaught. You are not welcome here, let alone living here. The King will be here to address this soon, Light-Barer scum," the knight finished off his insult with a punch to the stomach.
You knew you had to face the King and explain the situation, hoping he would have mercy. You figured those odds were slim, knowing that the Dreadnaught might be your final resting place. You wouldn't be buried on Earth, like the other guardian that have died to Hive Gods. The Vanguard didn't know you were here.
You felt your chest tighten as you felt a twinge of despair. You will have let the Vanguard and the other warlocks down, them knowing that (Y/N) was irresponsible and couldn't handle themself properly then was killed at the hands of the Taken King.
You felt the mood of the room suddenly shift as the knight next to you suddenly knelt down. You knew what this meant.
You heard a loud bang as you saw a massive sword stuck into the ground to the right of the throne. That massive bone sword belonged to only one Hive.
You looked up to be met by the piercing green eyes of Oryx.
(Author's Note: aw snap, (Y/N) was caught! Now they are going to have to fight for life. Please make sure to leave feedback so I can see what needs to be improved or what you want to see added later!)
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Fanfiction(Y/N), a warlock wielding the solar subclass is tasked with keeping the ever growing Taken at bay Then the Dreadnaught appeared...and (Y/N) ends up at the mercy of the Taken King himself (Gender Neutral)
