Legends & Mysteries

Destiny 1: Allies · 24 entries

What this book is about

This Destiny 1 Grimoire collection gathers unrelated legends, rumors and recovered records from across the system. Pujari recounts a vision of the Black Garden, a Guardian describes the Deep Stone Crypt dream that many share, and competing theories try to explain who the Nine are. You also read about the Great Ahamkara Hunt, a Vault of Glass Ghost's fractured recordings, and Praedyth, still trapped and listening inside the Vault.

Several longer stories run through the middle. Rezyl Azzir goes from champion of the early City to a Titan descending beneath the moon, where he faces the Hive and takes a trophy that will matter later. Skolas wakes in a cell and is offered an unexpected choice, and Saint-14 kills a Devil Kell before turning toward Mercury.

Lighter and later pages follow: Shaxx coaching children at dodge ball after losing a bet to Cayde, Eris Morn's farewell to Asher Mir, Sloane's report that the Fallen Houses are vanishing, and a prisoner with his own plans for a Fallen kell.

Legend: The Black Garden

I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Black Garden.

The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things there is always symmetry. Do you understand? This is not the beginning but it is the reason.

The Garden grows in both directions. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The red flowers bloom forever.

There are gardeners now. They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought.

This is the vision I had when I leapt from the Shores of Time and let myself sink:

I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here.

At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.

The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life.

The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me.

But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.

When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since.