James woke up on a beautiful December morning. He sat up in his bed and let in a deep breath. He couldn't help but smile at the person who was to his right. Since the day they first held hands, their relationship blossomed into something greater. The woman to his right was Cameron, a Titan he had met over two months before today. He got up from his bed and looked over at his clock. It read 6:30. "Alright, time to go get some breakfast." He thought to himself. James put on his 76 Jacket and a long sleeve shirt and began walking. He opened his apartment door quietly and started walking toward the plaza.

Hardly anyone was out during this time in the Towers. He liked it that way. He stood on the edge of the fence to get ready to jump. The thrill he got every time he did this was unsurpassed by anything. He looked down to the forests below and felt himself fall forwards going into a skydive. The dive was soothing, feeling the dry, brisk, December air flow across his face. He then activated his sparrow and began driving into the city. More people were out and about than the usual in the tower. "Kind of odd that the people we're supposed to be protecting are out a lot quicker than we are right Ghost?" James stated to his small friend.

"Yeah, I do find that strange, but more so concerning." Ghost replied. James smiled in response. Ghost was his closest friend and his greatest ally. Through every shenanigan he got involved in Ghost was there for him. "So where are we headed today?" He asked as if he didn't already know. Perhaps he didn't. James remembered for the longest time that Ghost just wouldn't stop reading his mind. He knows that he can know everything about him, but he chooses not to as a sort of sign of respect.

Vintagi's bakery was a small little branch that he had created not too long ago. He would employ anybody who wanted a job there, especially some abandoned frames looking to be a part of something greater. The Bakery was at the corner of Saint Street and Kabr Street. For that reason, Vintagi decided to name his bakery, the Legend. James hopped off his sparrow and walked up to the front door. The look of surprise on the old Russians face could have lit up the entire universe. He scrambled out from behind the counter to meet him personally. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Savior himself!" He said with a hearty laugh. "Good morning Vintagi it's been a long time," James replied to him.

"A long time indeed. How has your lady friend been, eh?" He asked walking behind the counter to get the register ready.

"Oh, she's just as beautiful as ever," James replied in sort of a daydreamer tone.

"You'd make a great father you know," Vintagi responded to him.

"Me? But I'm an Exo; I can't have children." James tone shift was sudden. He was disappointed in himself for that one fact. If they had wanted to have kids, he couldn't provide his end of the deal, or at least he thought that he couldn't.

"Aye, so what can I do for you comrade?" He asked James with a smile.

James' eyes brightened. "Can you give me a fresh loaf of bread? Two eggs, and a sparkling orange juice, in a two-liter bottle?" James asked.

"Oh. I get it. You want to make her something nice. I will tell you one thing, my friend. Women like men who can cook." Vintagi stated to him in a whisper.

"Lauren! Could you get this gentleman some eggs from the pantry?" He asked one of his employees. She scuttled over to the employee's section of the building and James started to hear some pots and pans get moved around. Vintagi let out a sigh.

"They're in the fridge!" He shouted. "Rookies, am I right?" He asked James.

"You never know, that rookie just might become the best employee you've ever hired," James stated to him. He was just like that employee not too long ago. A warlock hoping to prove himself against the thousands of others who were just like him. He did that; he killed a Kell, a gatelord, a prime servitor, and eventually a dark god who threatened everything. The city praised him and his fireteam as heroes. She was just an average girl trying to get by in the city.

Vintagi looked over to her as she came in. She brought the two eggs from the fridge as he had wanted. Vintagi had the loaf of bread. It was still hot because James could see the steam rising from the bread. It smelled fresh, and probably tasted the same way. "Thank you," James stated to the two placing about four hundred glimmer on the counter.

"James, you're forgetting your change!" Vintagi exclaimed as James was about to walk out the door.

"Keep it." He replied with a smile.

James then hopped back on his sparrow and began driving down the sunlit streets of the city. He thought to himself that more cities were at some point like this one. With just as much light and just as much darkness he thought to himself looking at a homeless boy in the streets, then he looked at himself. He had about twelve thousand glimmer on him. The boy had no shoes, and his shirt was tattered. James looked over to the kid and got off his sparrow. He walked over to him and showed him a pile of about two thousand glimmer. It was enough for some new clothes and a house in the city. The boy's eyes lit up like a supernova at the sight of the money. However, he seemed hesitant to take it from James.

"Take it," James stated to the boy. "I don't need it as much as you do, go to the bakery down the street. The man will give you a place to work, and stay." James stated to him again. The boy looked more than pleased as if the traveler himself had come down to help him. The boy took the pouch of money. "I'll never forget this mr.!" He exclaimed running down the street. Ghost then floated out from James.

"That was a very nice thing you did." Ghost said to James.

"The kid didn't deserve to be living like that. Nobody does." He stated getting back on his bike and driving back to the tower gates.

James opened the door to his apartment, to hear Cameron in the shower getting ready for the day. "Alright time to work some magic." He thought to himself. He took the bread and cut up four pieces, two for each of them. He then took the eggs and cracked them into a mixing bowl and started beating the eggs. Once that was finished he lit the burners and placed both sides of the bread in a pan with the eggs. He then put the bread in a pan, and every few minutes he would flip both pieces of bread.

Once the toast was made he took some powdered sugar that the two had and placed it on the toast and garnished it with a strawberry; he then repeated the steps for himself. He then took a champagne glass and filled it with the sparkling orange juice. He placed the two plates on the small table that they both shared. "Perfect." He said aloud.

"What is all this?" Cameron asked in a bathrobe.

"Breakfast with you." He replied sitting down.

Cameron then sat down across from him. "This looks amazing!" She stated to him looking at her breakfast. "Did you do all of this?" She asked him.

"I did. I did it all for you." He stated with a smile raising his glass.

Cameron giggled a little bit raising hers. She loved it when he would do little things like this. James was always so easy to please she would think to herself from time to time. It's not that he was simple-minded or she didn't like being around him. It was quite the opposite. She loved being around him. He treated her in a way that no other guardian had. With both respect, and love. Most just went the love route, but James knew different. It was entirely possible that he was aware that he could have his lights knocked out if he had said the wrong things to her. So he was respectful, but he still loved her more than anything else in the world.

Cameron then took her fork and knife and started eating. Her eyes had widened before she swallowed. "This is delicious! What did you do?" She asked him intently.

"All I did was make some french toast. I just decided to make it a bit more special." He replied.

"Well I will admit, the sparkling juice was a nice touch." She said to him.

"Anything for you sweetheart." He replied again.

He knew that she didn't like it when he called her pet names like that. But this time, she'd let it slide. He looked around the apartment that he had called home. One side was covered in the treasures he kept from his adventures, the goggles of that woman they met in space, the eye of the gatelord, and numerous golden age texts that he had recovered in his travels. James was a collector of sorts, but he only actually went after books and things. Cameron thought that he was a lot like other warlocks in that respect, but his tastes were much more refined. She could sometimes see him up late, reading through page after page of pre-golden age literature. Not in their room, however, he would read at his little desk in the right most corner of the room.

She would sometimes read these books as well; she began to see how different the writing became after the collapse. It was so much more nostalgic when the writing that they would sometimes read was far more attacking and unsatisfied. The authors of the pre-golden age era were very vocal about the issues that plagued the planet at the time before the traveler. Things such as racial, ethnic, and religious divides that cut deep into the human psyche. Often Cameron found it difficult to believe that humanity even united at all. James himself about those events thinks that people initially fought each other over control over the traveler until the traveler itself intervened. Probably stating things such as "You all are being so petty, even if you thought that you could control me, I would still be sending the knowledge that I contain across the globe anyway. I am not something that you can control or destroy."

Of course, James had no way of proving his theory. There was very little that he could prove about his origins. Since he was developed in secrecy, he had no real idea as to where to look. However, the MDU facilities may be the best shot, considering that they weren't a black ops group like the way that his parents handled him. He later learned that the MDU was publicly nicknamed Overwatch. The organization made his addition to the team public, as evident by a spare news clipping that he had found in one of the many bases that he had raided. Unfortunately, none of the facilities contained any backup copies of his memory. Internally he was frustrated.

Then a comms alert came on for James to go to the Hall of Guardians. "I've got to go; I'll see you when I get back," James stated to her putting on his battle gear. James had seen several arsenal changes since he killed the heart of the Black Garden. The Paragon Shift was still his main gun, but his secondary was replaced by a fusion rifle given to him by Lord Shaxx. It was called the 77 Wizard. His heavy weapon became replaced with a new weapon type altogether. In the fires of the Mt Fuji volcano in the Japanese dead zone, James forged a sword. The blade was embedded with his void energy which allowed him to pull the sword to himself when it was lost.

The sword only activated its blade when he willed it to; channeling his void energy into the blade; he basically could use the sword whenever he wanted. The blade had a long single edged blade that was curved slightly, mimicking the sword designs of the ancients of the region. The hive and fallen weren't as prevalent there, unlike in Old Russia. That was because of the massive amounts of radiation that was in the area. The fallen and hive still exist on the island, but they live more towards the south, away from the central radiation zone in Ruined Tokyo. For guardians, it was safe to traverse however they required extensive radiation cleansing to return to the city.

James named the sword the Dark Drinker. With his weapons and armor in place, he moved into the hall of guardians. Surprised to see the vanguard heads not doing the same stuff that they were usually doing. Instead of Ikora reading her books, Cayde looking at a map, and Zavala looking at blueprints, they were all surrounding a small boy. The boy was in tears; his face was covered in ash and blood. His clothes were all tattered.

"Oh, James is here," Ikora stated to the others. Monty took the small child to the medical bay to treat his wounds.

"What's happening?" He asked confused. This was unusual, more often than not they would just give him a simple mission. There's a thing that the enemy wants, go stop them. He went to stop them then he would come back. That was the way that things usually were, it was monotonous. But this was different, James was both excited and nervous.

"That little kid, he was the only survivor of a village attack outside of the city," Cayde stated to James in a stoic dark tone.

"What did he say, was it Hive or Fallen?" James asked in reply.

"Neither," Zavala stated to him.

"Neither?"

"From what he stated to us in his witness report, or from what we could understand of it anyway. His village was attacked by one man; that man was wearing black and with hive green accents on his armor. In his hand was a hand cannon with jagged edges and the same green color." Zavala stated reading off the description "The man was wearing a cape, with a hood."

"Sounds like a hunter to me," James replied.

"Now, now-now there's no need to start pointing fingers," Cayde stated in defense of the hunters.

"We don't think that it's a guardian. It's something entirely different." Zavala told him. "I want you to investigate the village, track this Dark Hunter, and take him out before he can cause any more damage." He ordered James.

"Understood," James stated in reply placing his helmet atop his head. This was a nice break from the monotony, and it was a Dark Guardian. Or at least he hoped so. He went over to Cameron still eating breakfast.

"So what's going on?" She asked.

"I need to head out into the wilds. Apparently, there's someone who looks a lot like a hunter whose been destroying villages and their entire populations."

"Wow, that sounds exciting. Good luck out there."

James gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Goodbye!" He said walking out the door.

Cameron looked down at her French toast. "Be safe." She said to herself taking another bite.