Intro Post! --> https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/186362807/0/0/1 1) “Good morning Alceria!” I turn my head to see Eva Levante walking up behind me. “Oh! Eva, how are you? The shader business is doing you well?” Eva’s face turns dark, I stammer, “Oh… not so well huh. sorry…” Eva looks up “Oh! no, no, its just that… a… friend... of mine… he… he was running a recon mission at Tharsis Junction and no one has heard from him since… sorry, he promised to test out my shaders and now when i think of the shaders i get sad. i made a few that i knew he would like too… i… ah… sorry” I look at Eva, unsure if a hug would do, or she would reject it. She’s not the social type, odd i know, but it is what it is. “Eva, listen. He’s not… gone… well until we can confirm that, just believe. I have this week off. I’ll help you look for him okay?" Eva nods and slowly walks away. Maybe she did need a hug… Oh boy. Ah heck, I have time this week anyway. least i could do is bring back a body… if he’s… dead… that is. probably got dragged through a vex gate or something, out of vanguard communications range. Should be no issue figuring out which one. “Well Ghost, to Mars!” (I would like to mention that my ghost has a name, well i named it at least, it’s name is Marco) 2) Ah, Tharsis Junction. Its actually pretty nice when its silent. who knew? Oh, right, gates hmm, almost forgot. As I walk toward the main room where the conflux was reported to be, my ghost pierces the silence with a transmission from the tower. “Alceria!” I jump a full 180 and looked back toward the place i came in from. Oh snazzberries! Its Zavala! I had patrol duty today! how on earth did i forget?! I quickly reply “Zavala! look. you have to get someone else today, I’m helping someone. Its... Important.” Now, some would ask me, why is Eva so important to you? my answer is simple, she’s a lovely lady, and she was the first one to make me feel at home since my arrival at the tower. To a extent, i love that woman. Zavala could hear the tension in my voice as i mentioned it was important. Well, i think he did because he let me go with a warning. heh. Zavala likes to be hard headed and all, but for a titan, he’s a softie for sure. Right! back to work! I turn around, and i saw light. The conflux was active. Approaching carefully, i slowly place my hand on the conflux. nothing happens. figures, why on earth did i think something might even happ- I’m cut short by the fizzle of a portal. just one, and nothing comes out. “Its a entry portal. Alceria, residual energy shows a guardian was here as well. Although... I think its a trap…” my ghost tells me. Well, its likely… “Ah heck” i say, “I got to know where this takes me.” I jump in. 3) some say that going through a Vex portal is odd, like all momentum is ripped from you and you’re gently placed on the other side. They lied. I can confirm as my head smacks against rock, after tumbling out as fast as i dove in. “ow. ghost, where are we?” my ghost illuminated the cave. hmm odd it almost looks like “The Moon. we are on the moon.” okay. thats odd, vex tech on the moon? “Thanks Ghost” i reply as it vanishes back into me. I look around the cave and i notice a carving on the wall… it reads “My gift. Make it count, Fireborn. -Preadyth” Preadyth? that name… Kabr, Pahanin, the legends are true? But Preadyth couldn’t be here right? Unless, he’s still moving through time? Oh wait. This time right now was probably his past and probably a long time too, since the markings look old. Ah time travel is weird anyway. Also… Fireborn? Ikora said some sunsingers could burn so bright even death couldn’t hold them, Ikora named them “Fireborn”. But me? no, never done it, heck most of us think its lies anyway. my thoughts are interrupted by screams, and the familiar sound of the hive. 4) I carefully manoeuvre out of the cave, and in the familiar landscape of Archer’s Line Im faced with a armada of hive, Knights and acolytes everywhere, and in the middle of this hive is a man, held down by acolytes, on his knees and he’s screaming in pain. There is a deathsinger floating above him, singing. This hymn, the ones recorded from Eris Morn, it drains light from the victim. if i don’t save this man, he’s dead. But resurrection here in this amount of darkness is near impossible… but this man, seems familiar. Oh. I’m a fool. Of course. The man was no normal man, i should have guessed, no “death” would faze the tower, much less Eva, but this man, this warlock, was Eva’s partner. Or i guessed as much, they were never very public about it. Of course she was sad. And now i face a impossible task of saving him. Ah, to hell with this! I pull my handcannon out and start blasting. 5) smoke. fire. death. I wade into battle like a tank rolling over blockades, mowing down acolyte after acolyte, burning down knight after knight but as i run out of bullets, i realise, I’m not going to win this. too many enemies, i’m overwhelmed. why did i think i could do this? i feel a sharp pain. i look down as a knight’s sword protrudes out my chest. no. not now. i crumple to the ground as the darkness overwhelms my vision. no. no, no, no. not now! dammit i’m so close! i had grenades, the fire from within, my flame shields, all so carefully crafted! no! why? How was this a Gift? i can feel my ghost being drained. No! I can’t, I don’t want to die again! I don’t want another guardian dead either! "No…” the last words escape my mouth as i fall into nothingness. Its odd, death is like nothingness you feel nothing, well you should anyway, but i felt mad… am i not… dead? 6) I feel a pull, a burn from my chest...my vision is lighted ablaze, my soul on fire. MY fire. I’m calm, and angry. I am… Fireborn? Yes. I am Fireborn and i will burn all that stands in my way. in moments the ground is scorched and all that remains of the armada is the wizard. The stupid deathsinger flew away the very moment i was ablaze with lighted fury. everything else is a smouldering crisp on the ground. “Fireborn… I never thought they existed…who are you anyway, and how did you find me?” As my rage subsides i look at the Warlock sitting down on the ground. clearly beaten up, and clearly hurt and still like a warlock, curious. “uhm, i wasn’t looking for you. see uhm… OH THIS WOULD MAKE IT EASIER! YOU AND EVA ARE TOGETHER RIGHT?” I watch as his face turns bright red, “I… UH… yes. just don’t tell anyone else…” “Okay, perfect. Basically, Eva was all sad that you went missing, and i figured that i could cheer up the nicest lady in the tower by at least figuring out where you went. Of course, hoping you were still alive. Also, i never quite thought the Fireborn existed either, but just now, i was so mad that i was going to lose a guardian that even as i was… dying… i felt the fire of being a sunsinger… i guess, Ikora wasn’t lying after all huh.” We both throw our heads back and laugh. Hey, I helped a friend, figured out how to be a mythical being, and hey, saved my own bacon! Its the start of a lovely week, i wonder if the black garden is any prettier this time of year?