#Finished A Guardian's Choice: Floating. Drifting. A seemingly vast, yet empty, space. Darkness all around except below me. The raging inferno that exploded inside the tower lit the night sky. The tower. My tower. Our home. My home. The fight has been long for each of us. For me as much as any other. I can see more than should be possible to recollect in any length of time. A war like no other war. My body lay splayed near where Zavala's bubble had been only moments before, when the invasion that sparked this war began. I wasn't dead. But I wasn't long for life, either. It would be so easy to let go. To take my last breath and let others fight this war. I couldn't tell if I was tired or scared. Maybe both. The memory of Aksis flooded my eyes like the storm that cleansed the earth thousands of years ago. The monstrous SIVA infused priest that was fueled by anger and blood. I stormed his iron fortress with guardians held in the highest regards. The battles were fierce, inventive. It was a hard climb to his dead corpse but he deserved his fate. And I was honored to oblige him. Then flashes Oryx. He launched himself and his army into our solar system, hell bent on destroying all that we built. We traversed his vast ship in search of his throne. Battling enemies we'd never seen before. But they were no match for our prowess. Even the taken fell to our weaponry and abilities like rain in a summer shower. It was his last decision to come here. Revenge, he claimed. But all he received was our fury. Another honor. Now I see Skolas. The fallen, self-appointed, leader of a tribe of prisoners. Even calling all manner of enemy to his aid, he was never abreast to our might. We would keep him locked away in his own solitude, whether alive or dead. His cannons were impressive, I'll give him that. Even more so when we snatched them from the fallen hands of our enemies and dispatched the coward with his own tech. That was an honor I'll cherish with a sly grin. Crota's glow lightens my pupils as it encompasses my vision. His sword gleaming like a spark of death itself. Hidden away in his tower with his minions to slow our approach. Had they only known of our wolfpack mentality. They never stood a chance. The prince of darkness made bright by the explosions and fire from our training. We made him kneel. Execution was a befitting honor for such an invader. And now a new enemy threatens us as many have before. This one more powerful, perhaps. Smarter maybe. And with a true agenda. To take the light that guided and fueled our defenses so many times before. So without it, I will empower my offensive. And you will taste your own blood before the sun rises. My eyes slowly open as I wake. I am coming, Gary. You will soon be shown my honor.