And in that moment with his dying words he called out into the night and we would be faced with an even greater threat. Eris foresaw this. She went to Mara Sov. [i]Ghost Fragment: The Queen 2[/i] grimoire: [quote]You don't have one." The Hunter came to a halt in front of the throne, raised her covered face to meet the Prince's gaze. "No," she agreed. "My next death will be my last." "I know the feeling," the Prince said dryly. The Queen kept her expression carefully distant. She sat reclined in her throne, legs crossed, surveying the two figures at the base of the steps. Beside her, where the Wolves' Guard used to stand, Techeuns Shuro and Sedia hovered instead, their jewel-like augments gently humming. To her right and just before stood the Prince, facing forward but his body half-turned back toward her. "Your Grace," said the man before her at the foot of the stairs. His voice was soft but strong. When he spoke the Hunter started to turn her head toward him, then flinched as if someone had shone a bright light into her eyes. "Thank you for your gracious welcome," he said. The Queen inclined her head slightly. "Before we begin," spoke out the Hunter. "I will say this." She paused, her head tilted up to the throne. The Queen waved her hand in assent. The Hunter's pale lips tightened slightly, then resumed their usual stony mien. "Your Grace," she said. Shuro and Sedia shifted, a sudden rustling and whispering. The Queen raised one finger to silence them. Uldren's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. "I am not here for you." The Queen stared at the Hunter, her expression studiously unchanged. "I have no wish to play politics. I have no grievance with the City, not anymore. I have no grand hopes to end the war, for long have I known I will not see its end. I am here for one battle, and one alone, because it is a battle we must all fight, together or separately. So I will warn the defenders, together or separately. I will do anything—" her low voice shook with passion— "to end Oryx." A silence rang out in the room. The Hunter kept her head raised, her ambiguous gaze directed at the shadows in the throne where the Queen reclined. Then a small smile curved the Queen's lips. "Well said." She straightened, and leaned slightly forward so the room's light fell on her face. "So let us end him."[/quote] The Taken war starts soon after. Eris teaches us how to find Oryx by becoming Ascendent. We destroy him. His mantle up to claim. Eris goes to the dreadnaught and takes the shard of willbreaker to turn into one of three swords. She also helps us kill Oryx’s Taken nephew Malok. Then after the events of the age of triumph, Eris Morn stood over an unconscious Asher Mir. [i]Ghost Fragment: Eris Morn[/i] grimoire: [quote]The Tower’s med bay was still. Guardians might operate across the system at all hours but even in the heart of the Last City, there is sometimes... quiet. The Awoken man lay upon the bed like a broken thing. Machines monitored his every twitch, every aspect of his physical status. The steady, quiet blip of his heartbeat was the dominant sound in the room. A small transplex window sat in one wall of the room. Hovering there, eerily still, was a Ghost. Its single eye reflected against the inside of the window, a steady red glow. In the corner of the room sat a chair. Cheap, vinyl-covered, this chair could have been a relic from the Golden Age itself. And, suddenly, it creaked. Because, in the stillness, there was another measured source of breathing in the room. Eris Morn settled back into the chair, allowing the dark wisps of power she’d summoned to effortlessly flow from her back into the night. The green emanations from her shroud were stark against the dimness. Almost as an afterthought, the Ghost turned from regarding the window. For a moment, three eyes stared at one, before it turned back to its watch. Her face implacable, Eris regarded the Awoken in the bed. His name was Asher Mir. Irascible. Annoying. Cantankerous. She’d even seen Ikora Rey become... exasperated in his presence. Her lips quirked, very slightly, upwards. A kindred spirit, if she’d ever had one. Her smile died as her gaze slid to his side. His Warlock garb had been stripped from his body, and she could see his pale blue chest as it rose and fell in the bed. His arm. His arm was gone. In its place was a thing. The point where mechanicals knit with flesh was ghastly to behold, but the design was unmistakable to any Guardian who’d been in the field: Asher Mir’s arm was that of a Vex construct. Her eyes flicked to the ghost at the window. It too, was transformed. The unmistakable outline of Vex technology encrusting and penetrating the small warden’s shell. That red, staring eye... She stood, and stepped to the side of the bed. Her voice was gentle, quiet, but its timbre filled the still air of the room. “I am leaving, my old friend.” The man in the bed did not stir. “Soon I will take my leave of this”—she put her hands up, to take in the med bay, the City, the Tower, Earth—“lie.” She placed a gloved hand on the back of his blue, flesh-and-bone hand. “I wish we could have spoken, you and I, one last time. But my story here is done. I have avenged those I lost. I must find...” She stopped, and beneath the gauze on her face all three eyes closed. For a moment she allowed herself to feel the dark tears that flowed, unending, down her face. The eyes reopened, and her strength blazed in the darkness. “I must find a new path through the night. The Hive are vast, and ancient. A power from far beyond our realm. If we are ever truly to face them, ever truly to put an end to their hate, I must step beyond the safety of the City.” She lifted her head and looked beyond the window to the horizon. To the grand sweep of the Walls, the edge of humanity’s reach. “Be safe, Gensym Scribe. A storm is coming. And I will not be at your side when it finds its way to our shores.” With those words, and a gathered locus of power, she was gone. The room returned to stillness. The blip of the Awoken man’s heart echoed from the machines. And the Ghost stared into the night, its red eye never blinking.[/quote] She left the tower. In search of the hive’s new leadership. We know that she has conspired with Ikora, the hidden (that she is a part of) and Asher Mir. And now we are here. Shadowkeep. Eris has Awoken a beast stirring beneath the moon’s surface. Nightmares have risen. Now it’s our time to return to Luna. And fight these dark pasts.