Lady Luck: First Draft
“You probably won’t be able to leave the tower,” Zavala’s voice was hard and firm, but sympathetic. He wanted her to understand, but he knew it was hard news to take. Ikora was sitting on the edge of Diana’s bed, their latest book of study open to their last page. Diana looked to her for help, but the Warlock looked down into the yellowed pages before closing her eyes. Then the mute guardian looked to Cayde by the door, he seemed just as stunned as she.
“Is there something we can do?” The exo asked, pushing away from the door and stepping further inside the room, “Maybe some tech the cryptarchs…”
“No,” Ikora shook her head, “If it were meant to be…the travelers light would have healed her the way it did us when it decided to rebirth us as guardians…” She looked up to Diana, a soft—motherly smile on her lips. “Perhaps you could work as a cryptarch, or study as a Warlock to help out here in the tower.”
Fury flooded Diana, twisting and darkening her face as she began shaking her head slowly, then violently. She began lashing out against her limp legs in the bed, punching them repeatedly before Ikora stopped her.
“T-t-t-the tablet!” Cayde stuttered in desperation, shocked and worried at the outburst of anger from the new guardian. He was pointing to the glowing piece of tech by her bed. “Use the tablet!” Diana grabbed it, yanking her hands-free from Ikora’s grip as the woman sat back down in her place. Diana stabbed violently at the screen with her fingers, but a shaking hand caused her to lock the screen and only made her angrier, she nearly threw it across the room before she thought better of it and put it on her legs. She began using her hands, her mouth moving but no sound escaping as she tried desperately to communicate.
“Ikora, fix the tablet.” Zavala offered when Diana looked to her ghost and waved her hands.
“She says,” Her ghosts light voice halted as Diana began making movements with her arms. “You know that’s not how sign language works.” Diana’s face hardened before she went back to making the same sign again but in quick, angry bursts, making her ghost sigh. “She says,” Diana made an angry, disgusted face and gestured to her legs, smacking one before pointing to the floor. “She wants to walk again,” Diana rolled her hands over one another earnestly, “To run.” The Guardian in the bed nodded, pointing to her eyes, “To see,” Then she pointed out her window, to the mountains in the distance, “The outside.”
Diana made a gesture with her hands, a wall, then her fingers walking. “She wants to go outside the walls.” Diana nodded, then pointed to the vanguard members before gesturing to her ears, then to the book in Ikora’s hands, before finally holding up her arms in an ‘x’ shape. “She doesn’t want to hear about others tales, she wants to make her own.” This made Cayde look to Zavala who looked like he had something to say, but Diana’s ghost cut him off.
“She says,” Diana grabbed for the book in Ikora’s hand and pretended to read it, before shaking her head at her ghost. Slapping her right elbow with her left hand before making her hands appear to be claws, a look of rage on her face as she glared down at the picture of a fallen kell in her lap. “She doesn’t want to read about the enemy, she wants to fight.”
“But in the state your in,” Ikora began but Diana’s posture wilted, her energy sapped just from that burst of excitement. “We’ve upset you,” Ikora watched as tears streamed down Diana’s thin cheeks, free falling to her lap where her ghost flew to and nestled lovingly like a pet. “I am so sorry Diana…” After a moment, tears still flowing, Diana reached for the tablet by Ikora and opened it slowly. Her anger faded, she was able to work it more smoothly. She tapped out a short message and showed it to all three vanguard members.
Whatever you have to do. Do it. I HAVE TO FIGHT.
