It was a simple time, really. One of those breaks in constant war against the Darkness. The other Guardians, the Vanguard Leaders, and even the Servbots were all celebrating in the main landing of the Tower. As is a glorious pasttime for the Guardians, the almighty Purple Ball began to bounce and fly through the skies. Children were cheering, adults were at peace, and the Darkness was long forgotten. Then, one Guardian, tainted by the Darkness they had been fighting against for so long did the unthinkable. They punted the glorious Purple Ball over the edge of the Tower. In an amazing effort of unity, Guardians of all kinds not only tossed the betrayer over the edge himself, but dove one after another, using their last few moments to punt the ball back upward towards the ledge. Then, your Guardian happened. Your Guardian, the last savior of the Purple Ball, jumped and sent our Glorious Orb back to the safety of the courtyard. With not much time left, you simply closed your eyes, the wind whipping against your form.. but you never felt an impact. When you opened your eyes, you were in a dark place. Then you heard a soft voice, echoing like the sound of tiny bells in your ears. "Thank you for saving me."