The Buried city, remnant memories flush back into my mind like a hurricane as I return to her. We never could have imagined the horrors that had befallen us on that day. I was too young to see the signs, the rumbling of a thousand footsteps, the faint hum of Cabal drop ships, getting ever so louder. Then they hit, an army of Cabal came crashing down. They crushed the gates of our once thriving city like a man crushes an ant. They rushed in, guns blazing, killing everything and anything that moved. Screams, horrible screams of the innocent being slaughter. I still remember the sound to this day. Drop ships hovered over the city center dropping countless Cabal into the fray. We were ill prepared for the battle, and they were ever so. Our fathers and brothers fought to protect us, but it was no match. The Cabal outnumbered us all. Lights, noise, screams, flashes, rumblings, then, came the crashing of buildings. I saw it all under the protective grasp of my mother and father, as we ran through the streets to find safety. They never made it. They were struck down distracting a Cabal wearing pitch black armor, so I could have enough time to board an aircraft and escape. As I return to this city, as I return to my parents, my friends, my brothers, I am hit with a sudden sadness driving for revenge, for justice. The journey ahead is long and treacherous. But I will take back what is mine. I will avenge the fallen.