Probably late as well but I just found this. [b]Sleeping[/b] If you were to scout the outer ridges of The Walls of the City, then you would find a lone Hunter out there, sitting atop of a medium sized rock quietly. If you were to look closer, then you would see that the precise gender would be of a female and Human by her cream colored skin against the darkening day. Her light brown hair moved with the gentle breeze that caressed her frame, her cloak fluttering along with it. Her legs were crossed on top off each other, her hands folding themselves together delicately atop them. The Stars peeked out as the night came closer, the clouds ambling away revealing the breathtaking sight to anyone who looked up. Blue colored eyes looked to the stars, each taking in their twinkling lights and then to the scene around her. She could clearly see the Traveler, the Great Machine hovering over the City like a mother protecting her children. And she was a child of the Traveler, a child of the Light. [i]A Guardian[/i]. Her blue eyes then looked to her surroundings, taking in the mountain range and trees that added to the beauty of the old Earth before her time. Before she was brought back. Before being a Guardian. "Time flows so fast when all you do is fight..." She whispered, blinking at the slowly ending day and oncoming night. As the sun sunk lower, the stars seemed more brave and shone brighter. She watched, a small smile playing at her lips as everything moved around her. Only when the sun had completely gone away did her companion show itself. In a bright flash, a small machine appeared out of nowhere and provided light to the night from its single shining light blue eye. "Ghost," she said, regarding the machine with a soft smile, "isn't this all beautiful?" The Ghost looked around its surroundings, a small light appearing and turning into a flashlight so it could see better. "Everything is so beautiful if only time would slow." "Indeed it is, Guardian." The Ghost answered, floating around and come to rest a few feet away, scanning a tree. The Hunter chuckled at the it, but the Ghost did not turn to acknowledge her at the moment. "May I inquire as to why you are out here? It's dark and enemies may be lurking about, wanting your head." The question sounded innocent enough but she could read the small tone of concern and curiosity in its robotic voice. She glanced at the Ghost, pondering about the question as to [i]why[/i] she was out here as well. She should have been out on Mars, probably looking for treasure and hunting down the Cabal. But here she was, sitting outside the Walls of the City like a sitting duck for any roving enemy nearby. "I found [i]this...[/i]" The Ghost floated slowly back to the Huntress, looking to her hands as they opened. In her enclosed hands was a small bird, the creature still and unmoving. It's feathers were brown, the plumage soft to the touch but the stiffness of its body a little saddening. It lay on its back, it's two skinny legs facing the sky as if it was submitting itself to the world. The Guardian petted the still body with her thumbs, smiling sadly at its unresponsiveness to her touches. "You found a Sparrow? Is this what you are doing out here? Petting a dead animal?" She pursed her lips at her Ghost but chose not to respond and instead look at the bird in her hand cage. [i]So small. So innocent. So brave to live out in this harsh world. Such a brave thing...[/i] "I'm not petting a dead animal for the fun of it, Ghost." She responded, not looking at her companion. "I found it while wandering around here. And looking at it made me start thinking things..." "What things may I inquire, Guardian?" It took a few minutes for her to answer, her mind flitting around different ways to respond. Her eyes once returned to the dead bird, figuring out the answer the longer she stared. "I thought...about things, Ghost." She started, looking up to the sky once more. "How we are revived and brought back again and again and [i]again[/i] only to fight. We live, we die, and we are brought back to repeat the process. It's all so tiring sometimes." "It's what the Traveler gave to us, Guardian. A reason to get up again and fight the Darkness." The Ghost said, giving her a pointed stare. "Yes, I know. But sometimes...sometimes I wonder what would happen if we could just...just [i]stop[/i] time and look around us." Again, her thumbs brushed against the soft feathers, the feeling even there through her gloves. "I don't understand." "Of course you don't." She quipped, unfolding her legs and standing up to face the little machine at full height. "We're all [i]here,[/i] trying to make something of ourselves before our Light eventually dies off. We fight, hoping that our battles will one day ring as legend to the ones that follow us when we depart. We all just want to be [i]remembered[/i], Ghost. We all just want some proof that we [i]mattered[/i] before we die. It's all we do." Her Ghost looked at her in confusion, but felt like it should not approach the topic anymore. Instead, it turned around and looked to the sky and the many other Guardians and Ghosts probably out there traveling and fighting their own battles. "It's a struggle to all us Guardians, Ghost." The Huntress whispered quietly. "We try to make our fame and try to make our mark when all we need to do is cherish this. Cherish [i]life.[/i] Cherish every moment because you don't know when you will die. I don't want Glimmer. I don't want treasure. I don't want a legend for people to remember. I just want to remember all this new life has had to offer me. That's all I want." Both did not speak after that, the silence comforting to her troubled mind. Her Ghost only gave her sideways glances and whirred once in a while, trying to think of something to say. "We should go, Guardian. Cayde will wonder where we've been." Snorting derisively, the Hunter rolled her eyes but nodded her head. "Cayde just wants an excuse to barter for me to take his place as Hunter Vanguard. But let's go, Ghost." After a few minutes, the Hunter and Ghost left to make their way back towards the Tower. Behind them, the rock she had sat on had her weapon leaning on it. Her Hunter cloak was flattened against the rock, a few smaller rocks placed on top of it, keeping it in place as well as her gun. In front of the stone was a small lump of fresh rearranged dirt from where she buried the small bird. Looking back, she gave one last sad smile to the grave. [i]Sleep, little one...your journey is over. Time will still flow but you shall remain in my memories.[/i]