[spoiler]I've decided to relaunch an old story of mine that I started last year but never finished. This is the first of the "remastered chapters". Likes, comments, and [u]constructive[/u] criticism are all appreciated[/spoiler] As the Exo Titan Wraith-11 opened his eyes, he wondered how the people of the City were. He knew from eavesdropping on Vanguard channels that the City had recently been assaulted by Cabal calling themselves the Red Legion. These same Cabal had captured the Traveler, stripping the light from all Guardians. Fortunately, the Guardian responsible for the death of the Heart of the Black Garden, Atheon, Crota, Oryx, and Aksis, had yet another monumental victory under his belt in not only reclaiming his Light, but using it to stop the Red Legion from harvesting the Traveler's light. Soon after that, the Warlock Osiris had returned, bringing news of a Vex plot to bring about a Lightless future. This future had been averted by the Guardian, with the help of Osiris and his Ghost Sagira. Not only that but the Dawning had occurred almost immediately afterwards, but the celebrations were marred by a large portion of the remaining Guardians grumbling about Tess being "far too greedy for the holiday." Wraith wanted to return, to help rebuild, but he knew full well what would happen if he came back. He'd be arrested, put on trial, and executed, or they'd just skip the trial and shoot him on sight. And he couldn't blame them in the slightest. Wraith looked down at the back of his left hand. From a distance, it looked normal, but if you inspected the gauntlet closely, you could see thousands of subtly shifting patterns. But there was always that one design. The mark of his curse. The symbol of the Devil Splicers. The symbol of SIVA.