[b]YES, I am rewriting ALL of Spark. It's time to return! New readers, find my master post here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/229017356?sort=0&page=0&path=1[/b] [b]HOUSE OF FLAME HEADQUARTERS, OLYMPUS MONS, MARS. DURING RED WAR, POST SIVA CRISIS. 15:00 CITY STANDARD TIME.[/b] I looked at my data pad, reports from various detachments coming in about the sudden new Fallen House, the only one reported, across the system. They called themselves the "House of Dusk" and seemed to be a merger of all the other ones, but wore purple instead of colors of former houses. That sounded similar to the House of Rain... But who would lead such a house? I thought to myself: [i]What led us to this?[/i] First we were a powerhouse in our system, prospering and our people happy. Then the Whirlwind, and all the events from then until now. The attack by the Cabal, the massive horde of Hive near the Ice Caps which nearly wiped us out... Just as I finished those thoughts, I heard footsteps and looked up from my data pad in time to see Ventharok, one of my closest allies and the ambassador between House Flame and the Vanguard, run into the room. His armor was different from what I usually saw, it must have changed after the Cabal had attacked the Last City, and it had heavy battle scarring. His Ghost - Alder - had it's shell damaged. He began, "Koriks! Do you know about the-" I interjected, "New House?" He nodded. I responded, "Yes. They worry me severely. I would assume the Guardians are already on top of this new threat, but considering the Red War..." He explained, "Well, thanks to that fact, it actually makes us spread more thin as we attempt to combat this threat. Do you have spies working to make them collapse and have higher ranks defect to you?" I nodded. We had sent them just a few days ago when we first learned about them. I took a detour in the conversation and asked, "Do you ever wonder what leads you to an event, Ventharok?" He thought for a moment. Then he answered, "Considering my reincarnation cycle... I don't think I really have a choice with that. So much has happened, it is hard not to." "I am willing to tell you my backstory, but since you are busy, I can send it as an audio file, or text," I offered. He looked taken aback, and exclaimed, "It must be a long tale! I would love to read it. I can send some data on my past incarnations, in return." I nodded and said, "Deal." Ventharok then requested, "Our ship isn't exactly in the best of conditions, as it's quite old and battle-torn. Could you send somebody to fix and upgrade it?" Alder added, "And maybe somebody to repair my shell. This leaves me a bit vulnerable in battle, and it just looks plain ugly. "I will have both done as soon as possible. Meanwhile, you are welcome for as long as you need to be here," I said. Grabbing an intercom, I announced, in Eliksni, [i]Deliks, report to the hangars to repair the Lightbearer's ship. Vypeks, assist in repairing the Lightbearer's Ghost.[/i] "It is done," I said to Ventharok, who walked out of the room. I thought of my offer to him and began writing. [i]I was listening to the radio on our home planet of Drolesk...[/i] [b]END[/b] [i]Note: Drolesk is obviously NOT the name of the homeworld in Destiny lore. This is only a fanfiction, meaning I can make it have a name. Should the actual name be revealed, I will change it immediately.[/i]