So a guardian is chosen.

Disclaimer, this a chapter that is going at the same time as the last one. It will be from the point of view of a ghost. It is a ghost that is not in the destiny cannon and is of my own creation. As per usual this Disclaimer does not count towards the word count of the chapter.

The shell of a ghost shakes from its awaking, the Singular mechanical eye booting up with a soft blue light before transitioning to a light purple.

"What's goimg on? Didn't I get crushed by that fallen? Why I am alive? Wait if I am alive, my guardian might be too!"

The ghost floats up and starts scanning the planet to find its guardian.

"I can't find him, or his signature. And I don't feel connected to his light. So I he most be permanently dead or lost to darkness..."

The ghost visablely moves down, in sadness. The ghost then shook its body and grew determined.

"What am I doing? He wouldn't of wanted me to act depressed about his demise, he would of wanted me to move onto the next person. I got to try at least...."

The ghost then looks at its surroundings realizing its in an alley way of somesort. Floating upwards the ghost looks down at the city from the top of a building. Seeing many people walking around and some of them having animals features some of them even having different items as features.

"What is this place? It's clear this is earth but... why is it back to normal? How is it back to normal? And the people here they are all clearly human, but their light levels are that of guardians and some have extra features. Where the hell am I?"

The ghost just hovered there for minutes at a time. Pondering where it was and why most people looked like they do. Before shaking and refocusing.

"I can't focus on this right now. I need to find a new guardian... well I can't bond with the people with high light levels... so I have to find someone who doesn't."

The ghost scans the whole city again. Then hums.

"Well there are about 10 percent of the population that is possible to bond with..."

The ghost then starts to float towards the closest possible person to bond with.

Close by the ghost, a young boy no older then 5 years old with dark green hair is walking down the street with his mother. The boy seemed down, a plastic action figure hanging limply in his hands.