I sat perfectly still, my meditation session taking a dark turn. I had cleared my mind completely, but now that I had time to think, I couldn't help but relive my past. Soon after my resurrection I sought the guidance from the legendary Hunter Pahanin himself. Under his wing were five others who held the same interest in learning his knowledge of the Vault. From him we learned of the Trials of Kabr, starting from the shield of Aegis made from his own light, to Atheon himself. He deemed us ready to go into the Vault, to avenge his team, but we were not ready. No. Nothing could prepare us for the dark abyss that swallowed and suffocated us as we pushed forward. We were brave, yet also ignorant of the raw power that surged through the very air. It was Atheons home, his territory and we [i]invaded[/i] it, we sought his end and he retaliated with great vigorousity. Even with our knowledge we weren't ready. I remember the sickening crack I heard from Adrestia's bones as a Preatorean smacked her into the wall. I remember the look of fear on Apollo's face as a neat stream fired from a line rifle sliced through the back of his heart. The screams from Athena and Atlas as she yelled for us to move through the portal, the oracles trapping her forever in the corners of time. We struggled to bring the relic to the center, Aries and I, but even the light was not enough to protect us. Atheons torch hammer blasted with arcane force against our shield, deteriating it. I fell to the ground as the shield gave away and I watched as the one I loved hovered above me, taking the devestating void damage. His smile was one I would never forget, for it haunted me each night since I escaped that vault. When I returned, I sought my mentor, so I could confide in his comfort and support. Only then did I realize that he had been murdered by another Guardian. I remembered feeling nothing but pain each day and I grew cold from it. I strayed from the vanguard and became a mercenary for hire. I was in a bad place with no family, no ghost and no light. I walked in darkness and carried the weight of the world on my shoulders...people grew afraid of me, whispered my fate as I walked by.. I opened my eyes from my somber thoughts, my mood that of grief and frustration. Even though I had come back to the light, I felt as if part of me was still in the vault...it was only then I had realized I was crying. Only then I had realized I had not changed.