My Warlock followed the path set before her. As a warlock, she had made her oath to the traveler. She would be granted its light and would reach enlightenment, and in return would set forth to ward off the darkness and spread the traveler's power. With bond on arm and magic in hand, she set forth towards the darkest corners of the Earth. Many of fallen and hive had fallen before her might. Space would bend to her will as powerful void light ruptured the very fabric of existence. among the many guardians she came across in the field, she would always fit right in. But the light given to her did not remain Bright. She went to the moon that day. The Hive were as fearsome as one could imagine. Her fireteam, consisting of her titan friend and her lifelong Hunter companion, had found themselves cornered. Low on ammo and without enough light to continue, her friends had been all but defeated. It seemed as though it was the end for them all. But as per her oath, my Warlock could not let them perish so easily. There was but one option that remained. She called to the traveler, and pleaded for a power she had not yet achieved. granted to her, she was instantly filled with an unimaginable amount of Solar energy. With newfound energy, she radiated her power right to her friends, and burned away any who came near. in that instant it was unsure if she were a guardian, the angel of death, or even hell's incarnate. Unfortunately, such power war beyond her current skills. The power of a Sunsinger is meant for those who master the light, yet she was still just an apprentice. The overflow of light severed her connection to her ghost. radiance was unable to be controlled, as she continuously fed all of her light to her friends, giving them strength in place of her life. When exhausted of all light, there was nothing left. All that remained of her was the shell of her Helmet, and the unscathed bond that once found its place upon her left shoulder. Her Fireteam, now rejuvenated from her sacrifice, had no time to mourn their loss. The hive was still a threat, and the moon was still far from reconquered. The Titan dug the charred helm deep into the white rock, as to act as a makeshift tombstone. The Hunter, still dazed by events past, picked up her bond, and tied it to his belt just opposite of his holster, so as not to forget the reason he still lives. They took one last second to collect their thoughts, scavenged the charred hive corpses for ammunition, and marched on into the gaping mouth of hell with newfound resolve.