This is a rather new tale lost ... but not forgotten might take a while most dont seem to remember it in full-lazyness or lack of looking can tell you but he was a champion of light? Dark? No can really say.. a hunter - a hunter named [redacted]. His ghost came to him not too far from the cosmodrome. He had that stary eyed gaze we all did first time in the tower not a single clue even were or how to stand. After gathering hid bareing he was off doing the vangaurds bidding day in and day out with the promise of power and the cities safety. Strike, crucible training , over and over he fought... and one unbeknost to him the vangaurd has been passing him more and more high profile missions under his nose. Unknowing of its severaty he stood resolute. But what the vangaurd didnt know is that [redacted] was learning not only of his potential but his brothers past the cities past. So many names lost in the past wars fought but no memoirs no songs. His curiousity stokes but he couldnt question he couldnt seek answers not after unearthing findings and hearing whispers of the one they call osiris. Days weeks months passed triumph after triumph- no easy feats either hes taken down gods and beaten imeasurable odds atheon ,crota, orxy he always managed to find him self in fireteams of legend on one particular occasion he went in and conquered what six guardians have failed to in the resent past probably his most well known labors. when i tell you hes been everywhere -dabbled in almost everything from flawless tickets to the exiles stronghold on mercury were his journey took is most noteable turn to the third spire were his new "shift" in dynamic - philosophy cemented its self to seeking true power and the means to push back... A purpose which the vangaurd has failed him many times before a gunslinger on the last frontier delivering the last words from many foes of the last "safe" city. But how can a man of such stature be only know to you until now but his deeds rang through the ages. The answer. Sitting in a room of inaction built for action. The reason your flying out to your next patrol-the reason why a new unexplained strike got transmited to your ghost probably not even a few hours ago the constant trainning striking raiding. Its was in front of you all along better yet above you commanding you to no reasonable end. Brothers and sisters lost in the great disaster would agree im sure. This whole thing might sound vain if so you miss read this new memoir... just and it to the pile of the rest of the lost heros. But if you are how i hope you are just remember this "aim to stand apart from your heros, heroes are common place these days" "days draw ever closer" " closer to the next and final act" "find yourselves, you alone can see the future." " Let the heat melt your body so your soul may flow through the river of time." "Death will always be the best teacher" thats MY last word one day it might be yours-past down from a long line of lost heros not given their day of crimson or dawning let alone that slap in the face they call the festival of the lost. You know the ones we truly lost by know. You take this path you wont have one either we remain unsung that sway the pendulum-that keeps our husks we call leaders safe and that poor city if only they new. Another threat arises we'll be there- only for the vangaurds to label us as "a group of brave gaurdians" while standing stowic in the enclave dishing out more and more orders filtering their faces to the city. "A side has to be chosen even if its the wrong on" - [redacted]the unsung