So, who won?

Winners have been selected and are being notfied now. Thank you everyone who participated! There were a ton of great stories submitted and honestly it wasn't an easy choice. The winners wrote some great pieces I felt fit the theme really well and honestly were just something I really enjoyed reading. Congrats to the winners and thanks again to everyone who participated. Winning submissions: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/146203289/0/0/1 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/146123732/0/0/1 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/145516340/0/0/1

This was pretty much my first story, but here ya go. Before we begin I'd like to express the three types of special text I'll be using. Bold is emphasis, italic is omnipotent being telling the parts without the main, and underlined is deeper conscious. [b][u]Arttu and the Ahamkara | Complete[/u][/b] [i]He stands in the shadows, waiting for the next guardian he'll send on the way to their destiny. The nine command him.[/i] Arttu walks slowly to Xur, he didn't want to be noticed. Today Xur was below the FWC though so it was pretty obvious to any who saw him walk down those steps what he sought. Arttu mastered the ways of the gunslinger, and with his trip mines he was nearly unstoppable. Setting the trap was easy, it's deciding who to lure first that's hard. "Greetings guardian. Do you wish to see my wares?" Xur called as Arttu approached. "You know that's why I'm here. What have you today? I've heard rumors..." Arttu was cut off by Xur, he didn't speak; simply held out the gauntlet. The gauntlet clearly crafted from the now extinct ahamkara. The rumors were true. "...how much?" Arttu asked. It was clear Xur knew he wanted it, the price would probably be higher. "All I seek is the coins you carry." That wasn't much, only about 15, why was Xur giving me a deal? Probably better not to ask. "Deal." Arttu replied, handing Xur his coins. Arttu walked away, past dead orbit, past the sights of Holliday and the vanguard frame, out to the wall overlooking the city. He put on his new armour. [u]Venus[/u] ~ [i] The titan felt the bullet slam into the back of his head, it didn't matter though, his helmet could stop a Cabal slug. He quickly turned to meet his opponent but saw nothing but the whip of a cloak, long and thin black with a grey circle at its base. He recognized that cloak, it belonged to Arttu, he had been stopping him this entire match. They were the last two left, and the titan was proud and thought Arttu saw who it was so he turned to run, he was wrong.[/i] They were in the Shores of Time, Arttu was ready to win. He shot the titan and turned to run, back from point C through the cave to wrap around back to B. He stopped in the cave, this was where he'd set his trap. [u]not there, oh bearer of mine[/u] A chill went down his spine and he started walking a little more, this was where he'd lay his trap. [u]yes, now the titan will [b]burn[/b][/u] He tossed his trip mine and crouched into the corner, just poking out enough for that titan to see him. [i]The titan gazed into the cave, he quickly saw the barrel of Arttu's scout rifle poking out from the corner, and didn't see that familiar flash of that dreadful trip mine. He charged into the cave, fist of havoc ready.[/i] ////BANG\\\\ [u]yes titan, burn[/u] A now familiar chill went down Arttu's spine again, the match was over, he had finished it. ~ in the tower ~ "You cheated somehow!" The titan explodes at Arttu. "I stopped to check for that Damn trip mine, it wasn't there!" Lord Shaxx stepped between them. "Arttu did not cheat, I was watching closely. He considered throwing the trip mine where you would see it, but must have realized because he placed it farther ahead." He said calmly but firm. The titan walked away mad, muttering under his breath casual slurs about hunters in general. "That was impressive guardian." Lord Shaxx said, a smile in his voice hidden by his helmet. "It was for situations like that, that i created the crucible. You will go far." ~ [i]Arttu doesn't sleep well that night.[/i] Arttu leans up against the railing, looking down at the city he protects below. It was peaceful. Everything seemed...viscous? Lately like everyone around him was a wild dog baring their teeth. The city burned. [u]Waiting[/u] He made his way to the cryptarch, people stepped up to him holding engrams to be decrypted, but they didn't touch the ground. One guardian received a shard from his and he actually bit at Master Rahool. [u]Ryluth[/u] He went to the Arach, looking for new boots, and found they all felt as if they were a small horrible animal. Not fitting snugly on his slender legs, but devouring them. [u]Venus[/u] He made his way to the Speaker, perhaps there was something wrong with him, everyone was smiling and watching him. Their mouths were over stuffed with large teeth. [u]Ishtar[/u] He noticed Xur by the large doors, his hood was down, he saw his face was nothing but a large toothy smile. They were more like fangs, fitting snugly within each other. But still, he seemed somewhat sad, as if he had played a cruel joke on Arttu and now regret it. [u]Search[/u] He climbed the stairs and saw the Speaker, his ghost was gone, back turned to him. The Speaker turned, his mask was removed, there was nothing. [u]Peace[/u] [i]Arttu shot awake in his bed.[/i] "...something..."Arttu said to himself panting in a cold sweat. "...is on Venus..." He stood up from his bed. "...and I think I know what." ~ [i]Far off in the Ishtar Sink on Venus Ryluth waits. He is a surviving ahamkara. When the order was put to end their existence a deal was struck, they would not interfere with the human race, and the humans would leave them in peace. Who knows what may have caused him to start speaking to Arttu. All we can say for sure is that Arttu is listening.[/i] I touch down in Venus, there's an ahamkara here I just know it, but where? Why has it been speaking to me, and what does it intend to show me here? Arttu sets off on his sparrow, cloak billowing in the wind behind him, he passed fallen and vex alike just waiting to feel that chill. He made his way to the citadel, heavily guarded by the vex, and felt it. That horrible chill, that horrible chill that he'd grown to love. He was closer now. There were guardians beneath him, someone was hurt bad, they just stopped a vex sacrifice. He kept going though, he knew the ahamkara was close. There were two minotaurs standing in his path, he made short work of them with his trip mine. They didn't even fight back, almost as if they didn't see him. [i]Ryluth wakes from his slumber, knowing Arttu approaches. His time would be coming soon, and Arttu would be the catalyst to his power.[/i] Arttu made his way farther than he has ever before, his missions from Cayde-6 seemed to avoid this place, but he began to hear something. Something in the back of his mind was guiding him, making sure he got to where he was needed to go. There was a large mountain in the distance, he knew the quickest path. It came to a sheer drop, with a narrow path along the wall, but he knew where not to step. There was a cave, and something new spoke, something that didn't want him to go inside. He ignored it. [i]The ahamkara sighed, knowing his visitor was at his doorstep. He chose this place because it felt formal and traditional, a guardian comes to the mouth of a cave with a question, and a voice answers. But this, this would be different, this guardian would come inside the cave and ask no questions. Only listen.[/i] ~ Arttu stood against the railing again looking over the city, gazing out over the peaceful calm of the world below. He had no memory of going to Venus, he had no memory of his dreams of teeth, but he had an urge... An urge to do something he didn't quite understand. Arttu had a deeper understanding of things now it seemed, like he almost felt the flap of the wings of the birds in the tower resonate in his head, like...if he wished it...He could stop them in mid flight without even moving. [u]slow[/u] A chill ran down his spine, but also the spine he wore on his arm, he liked it. He concentrated on those birds, on their wings, on the resonate thud growing louder, and then... slower. The birds no longer darted across his view, but gently floated past, almost as if they didn't need to flap but were told to. The chill began to sting, and then it was gone. The birds darted out of his vision and down below to the city. Had they actually slowed? He thought about it, and decided it was impossible. Perhaps he should see the Speaker about taking a leave of absence. Then he remembered something, not entirely though, just that half thought of a memory running away from you. The speakers face, a solid black...no not solid, a deep black with something inside...Something with teeth, and the memory was gone, but the unease was still there. Maybe he should see Cayde-6 about taking that leave... [i]Lord Shaxx had been keeping an eye on Arttu since the other day when he had shown signs of being guided. He was sure it was nothing, sure that the Hunter was just clever and really got the drop on that enraged titan, but if he did stop... if he did check for the flash in that cave...There was no way he could have missed it. Shaxx had a sinking feeling in his stomach that the titan did look, that the titan looked for the flash and didn't see it even though it was there, because to him...It wasn't.[/i] "Ah! Arttu!" Lord Shaxx boomed as Arttu walked by. "Back to try your strength in the crucible? Back to show off your skills with that deadly trip mine of yours?" "Actually Lord Shaxx, I was going..." Arttu was cut off. "C'mon guardian, just one match. Word has spread and people want the challenge of going up against you!" "...Yea sure, one match." ~ Rusted Lands ~ /Maybe I am fine, Arttu thought, being in the field again feels natural. Like this is where I'm meant to be./ (Continued in comment)

A Captain was present with a Shrapnel Launcher, and he wasted no time getting to work on me. I've only faced two of these before, one in Dock 13, which took me a bit of evading, a grenade, and some tact to kill. The other I took out from a distance, so it couldn't shoot back. This one was closer, and I know the Shrapnel Launcher to be a deadly piece of machinery after my battle with the Archon. Couple that with my lack of strong cover, limited space, and ineffective anti-shield weapon, this meant I was at a severe disadvantage. I tossed a vortex grenade at the beast, followed by rolling out of the way of its shrapnel. The grenade landed near its feet and proceeded to whittle down the shield. It didn't do much, but paired with pulse rifle fire, the shield went down after a number of bursts. I fired another burst toward it's launcher, and the triad of bullets caused the launcher to explode in its hand. The beast roared, and charged me. I fired two more bursts, but ran out of ammunition right there. The gun clicked, and in shock, I made a mistake: I took my eyes off the Fallen. The Captain was still going strong, and grabbed me off the ground by the neck and ribs with its four arms. I tried to beat at its arms with my left fist and my rifle, which only angered it further. It threw me off the broken edge of the deck behind it, and I couldn't conjure anything below me to break my fall. I released my rifle and made mistake number two: I extended my arms down beneath me to try and lessen the damage. Turns out, that only made my situation worse. My left wrist made first contact with the hard ground, and it twisted back up toward my arm. I heard a snap, and a surge of severe pain went up my arm. I let out a cry, and fell to my side, clutching at my wrist. The rest of my body was fine, fortunately. The Captain wasn't satisfied. It drew a pair of large swords from a sort of scabbard on its belt and jumped down off the upper deck. I rolled quickly to avoid it, and the swords stuck in the ground where my head just was, not seconds prior. I escaped deeper into the ruined section of the boat, only to corner myself near a pile of wreckage. The Captain pulled its swords from the ground and began to walk toward me slowly. It seemed to laugh as it drew closer. I had to think of something fast, or I was Fallen chow. I felt a bizarre sensation in my right arm, and looked directly to it. It was seething in a sort of glove of Void light, and I knew exactly what to do. I focused the energy into a sphere in my hand, spun around once, and launched the Nova Bomb, directly for the Captain. ((I figured I should use this opportunity to get the word out that I'll be writing this story again starting soon. Read the whole thing on Wattpad here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/23647117-destiny-the-novelization-warlock ))

My Depiction of the Destiny Universe The low hum of the dropship traveling through slipspace eased Rythe’s mind. He checked over his auto rifle once more, as they’d be breaking Mars orbit within the minute. The guardian across from him broke the momentary silence; “Any intel about our opposition sarge?” The NCO turned his head to face the young Hunter. “First team’s gone dark ever since we broke Earth orbit, there’s no telling how many Cabal will be there when we hit.” The Sergant, a gruff well aged Titan who we presumed went by the name of Duncan, turned back to his datapad. The Hunter, now worried, began sharpening his bayonet to distract himself from the task at hand. Rythe didn’t have much experience himself either. If he ended up living through this mission that would make this his second real-combat encounter in the field. Rythe felt the savage jerk as the dropship jolted from slipspace into the surrounding debris of Mars. Both Guardian and Cabal ships alike peppered the surrounding area as far as one’s eyes could see, torn to pieces by skirmishes and the Cabal’s in-atmosphere Orbital Acceleration Canon. After initial contact, fleets were sent to the Guardians aid, only to be torn asunder upon exiting into normal space. Smaller craft however, could easily slip past the defenses and reach the ground. That’s what happened when those lucky enough to escape the fleet’s annihilation crashed upon Mars’ surface. The Cabal soon located and swamped the remaining survivors. Outnumbered seven to one, a couple Warlocks jury-rigged a transmitter and sent out a distress call to the tower. Within eleven minutes the signal vanished, just as the last few transports were entering slipspace. The faint reddish-orange hue of the planet seemed to contrast immensely with the thoughts racing through Rythe’s mind. The planet, steadily growing larger and larger by the second, then rattled the craft as a beast does its cage. He could feel the bulkhead’s heat as they began the steep descent. POW! PING! The dropship shook as a Cabal anti-aircraft rounds began to ricochet off the energy shields. “Hang on,” cried the warlock pilot as she evaded fire to the best of her ability. The dropship had to be stripped of most its weaponry to accommodate for the cram-packed amount of troops. KA-THUNK! One of the engines had just received a fatal blow, critically handicapping the craft. The ship began to pitch drastically in the direction of the blown engine. “I can see the landing zone,” stated the co-pilot, “they’re still kicking down there.” Rythe moved his head to get a view out the cockpit. Sure enough, he could faintly make out gunfire in the distance. There was a loud explosion as the smoking engine burst into flames. The dropship then shifted almost instantly 30 degrees to the right before snapping back with a thud. The pilot had purposely hit a sand dune to stabilize the vessel. There was a crack as the craft then struck the rocky surface, preforming a spin before ultimately coming to a silent halt. “Everyone alright?” The sergeant’s question was soon followed by a thick cough. “Yeah.” “Same here.” “I think so.” Responses sounded off one after another confirming a safe landing. “Okay, let’s move people,” sounded off a titan corporal as he hit the release for the landing ramp. “Base camp‘ll need all the help they can g- A cabal slug let off a loud SZACK as it flew straight through his neck. “MOVE,” shouted the sergeant! Shots pinged off the ship striking Guardians one after another, dropping into the now blood soaked sand. Rythe grabbed his VANQUISHER VIII auto rifle and sprinted out of the dropship as fast as he could. At the door he picked up a corpse and held it outstretched in front of him, acting it as some sort of meatshield. The sickening shush of hot slugs penetrating the dead Guardians armor echoed in Rythe’s mind, but he didn’t care at the moment. The only thing he was focused on right now was living. Tossing the bullet hole-ridden body aside, Rythe dove behind a sand dune. The slaps of Cabal rounds striking the earth behind him was deafening, even with the sound dampeners of his padded MONITOR TYPE 2 helmet. Other Guardians that had survived the crash began pouring over the natural barricade, including the sergeant and that young Hunter from earlier. The sergeant then raised his hand to his earpiece as he received a call. “What do you mean surrounded,” he barked into his comm. He then proceeded to peek over the other side of the sandy trench. “Aw hell! Romero! Flatts! Get me some fire on those boagies behind us! The rest of you, cover their rear!” Two titans wielding machine guns dug into the rear of the trench. “Alpha team, get your heads down!” Soon as the NCO barked orders into the comm, the two titans opened up behind us. Cabal yells could be heard loud and clear from behind, but Rythe was too focused on the army ahead. Marching forward ever so steadily was a whole Cabal battalion. There must have been at least five hundred of them, minimum. Rythe squeezed off short bursts from his rifle, doing his best to conserve his ammo. The enemy was in standard formation, The Phalanx’s with their massive shields up front, base Legionary troops in back. Spread in-between were the human-sized Psions, dwarfed in comparison to their eight-foot-tall counterparts. Rythe and the young Hunter were doing their best to thin the ranks ahead of them. One of the nearby Hunters dropped as a round penetrated his skull, his sniper rifle falling with him. Rythe crawled along the sand and dragged both the gun and corpse nearby. He then passed the rifle to the young Hunter. “You know how to use one of these?” He instinctly took the gun and nodded his head. Rythe tossed him a few more clips of ammo he scavenged off the corpse and primed a grenade. He tossed it over the mound and seconds later the earth before him shook violently. Rythe turned his head to see what caused the explosion. Two rockets flew past his vison slamming into the Cabal formations, scattering limbs and armor fragments across the battlefield. Two more dropships had landed behind them, providing covering the Guardians still trapped behind the sand dune. Two squads of Titans accompanied by a couple Warlocks poured out from the ships, armed to the tooth with rocket launchers and fusion rifles. Both groups began a charge across the middle ground the two titans in Rythe’s group had cleared earlier. Receiving very minimal casualties upon arriving at the frontline. “Who’s in charge here,” ordered a Warlock lieutenant. An artillery round struck theside of the dune, barely missing the sergeant. “I am, sir,” he said as he threw up a quick salute. The Cabal line had finally halted its advance and began to regroup its forces. The lieutenant turned to face the sergeant. “Is this all that’s left of your platoon sergeant?” “Sir, yes sir,” he said inbetween bursts of gunfire. “That’s a shame,” the Warlock officer answered, “nevertheless we need to secure this position for the other parties. Then our next step is to take out that damn cannon.” Another artillery blast shelled the area, sending sand, rock, and rubble everywhere. “I’ve got two bombers in atmosphere awaiting orders. If we can get a designation here, they could wipe the floor with these troops.” “Duly noted,” acknowledged the sergeant, “You two!” He pointed to Rythe and the young Hunter beside him. “Think you can plant a beacon out there?” The two looked nervously at each other before Rythe spoke up. “Possibly, I could grab a Phalanx shield and provide cover until we reach the target area, protecting him while he plants the beacon.” “Sounds good enough,” nodded the lieutenant. “Here.” He pulled from his satchel a long metallic probe and handed it to the Hunter. Rythe and the Hunter gathered at the edge of the dune. A titan dodging enemy fire slid a shield down the ground of the trench. Rythe equipped the massive hunk of metal. This thing was massive, about as big as he was, but that beside the point. This should provide ample protection for the two of them. Rythe turned to the young Hunter. “You ready?” He nodded. The two vaulted over the dune, Rythe in front. It took all his strength to brace the indestructible shield against the oncoming shower of Cabal slugs. Eventually the pair reached the destination. Besides the shield Ryth was holding, there was no cover to be found, and they were a good distance ahead of their allies behind them. The Hunter pulled out the beacon and planted it firmly into the sand. He slid up the primer on the beacon and began inputting the coordinates into the metal sliver. Rythe’s strength was depleting, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold the shield. “Done,” the Hunter yelled as he popped shut the beacons activation switch. Sure enough, as soon as the beacon went active, two bombers came curving around a nearby mountain The bombers were closing in fast, and it would be suicide to try to run back to the trench in time. “Get down,” Rythe yelled. He dropped the shield and spread his arms outstretched. A purple ward covered the two, just as the payload was dropped from the aircraft. Explosions scattered all around them, leaving a deafening ring inside the protective bubble. The Cabal force was in full retreat, funneling into the nearby bunkers behind them. Guardian’s cheers echoed through the battlefield as they celebrated their victory. The ward around Rythe and the Hunter then dissipated, leaving the two in awe at what they’d accomplished. While the enemy had indeed pulled back, that cannon still had to be disposed of before any major reinforcements could arrive. The Martian campaign had only just begun.

He didn't remember the first time. Nobody did. Thing was, he couldn't remember the last time either. That should probably bother him more than it did. "Guardian down!" "Revive!" He opened his eyes. Felt for the hole that should have been in his chest, sucked for the air that should have wheezed through a punctured lung. Rage burned like acid in his blood. Revenge. The four-armed Fallen still stood over him, blades wet with his blood. A burst from his auto rifle stitched it from crotch to forehead, lifting it and tossing it aside like a rag doll. "Revive!" He killed the hive knight that had only just killed him cooly, dispassionately. A bug crushed under his heel. "Revive!" He sprang back to his feet, blade already arcing through the neck of the cabal that had felled him. Precise. Like taking apart a clock. "Revive!" The red eye of a Vex blinked out. "Revive!" The half lives, the tiny victories and countless defeats frayed and blurred together. "Revive!" Who... What... Wait... "Revive!" No... Stop... "Revive!" Make it stop... "Revive!" "Revive!" "Revive!" He found the old ship, rusted and beached, leaning drunkenly against a sand dune a hundred kilometers from the shrunken sea shore. Set up a signal, made sure the Fallen could hear it. An event like this demanded an audience. Crawled down into its bowels, found the warheads. Spiky trefoil warning labels. Smiled to himself, for the first time in, well, he'd lost count. Set to work, wiring, connecting. Ignoring his Ghost's questions. Waited until the ketch touched ground a few clicks away. Felt the detonator, smooth on his hands. It felt like, felt like he had a choice. Free from any destiny. "Guardian down," he whispered to himself. And pressed the switch.

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Some of the people in the City think we Guardians have it easy. They see us, and they see indomitable warriors, just shy of Gods or the Traveler itself. They see heroes of war; undying soldiers with powers of Light and the courage to face the worst the galaxy has to offer. They see the greatest of the Humans, Exos and Awoken. The fortunate few chosen by a Ghost from the Traveler itself to carry on with the defense of Humanity in the name of It that no longer can. In the name of the one that sacrificed everything, to give us something more valuable than any technology: hope. They can't see the reality. The reality of holding a dying brother or sister in your hands, who can't just come back because their Ghost was shattered into a million pieces by a frenzied Minotaur. Ghosts don't come back. Once they're gone, there is nobody to resurrect [i]them[/i]. So when one of our own loses their Ghost, and then fall themselves, they're just...gone. The people of the City don't have to witness the Light of a trusted friend, who has stood by you through countless scraps and had your back every step of the way, just fade away. The shine that was once so vibrant in their eyes slip away into nothing and become the dull sockets that you sadly have come to know all to well. The people can't see the struggle of lost memory, of who we were before we died; they don't even know the struggle of knowing that you are a walking corpse, something against the very laws of nature, an abomination to the cycle of life. They don't understand that everything that you were before is gone, whatever legacy or actions you did in your previous life mean nothing, because a Ghost saw that you had what it took to face the horrors the Darkness had waiting for us. Those people don't know what it feels like as a legion of Vex pop up out of nowhere when you set up camp for the night, intent on destroying you and those who accompany you on whatever suicide run you're on. They don't know what it takes to truly conquer your instinct to run and hide, and instead, defiantly push the feeling aside and stand directly in the way of a Cabal Phalanx formation as they storm towards you. They don't know the terrors of the dark hollows of the Moon, where even the light shined by your Ghost is drowned out as Thrall maul and tear at you, intent on devouring every part of you simply because it gives them joy to do so. They don't know what it's like to see a Kell hoist you up and stare you down before they thrust their swords deep inside of you, bringing you close and laughing as you die, your final memory being that of shattering pain, and the companions with you scrambling to keep the monster off your Ghost long enough to bring you back. There is no reward for what we endure, and there is seemingly no end in sight. We don't get to relax and take a load off because our enemies will never relent and never tire. Our lives are lives of bloodshed and warfare, misery, loss and muck and grime. We feel every bullet, plasma round, explosion and cut. We feel loss. We feel true fear. We feel sorrow and rage. Even when our Ghosts put us back together to continue the fight, we remember all of it, and still push onward into more. But what the people also don't know, is that we endure it all because we [i]choose[/i] to. When we are chosen by our Ghosts, we could walk away and ignore the Tower and those it defends, going rogue like some have, but we don't. We face down the truest terrors the Darkness has to offer not just because we choose to, but because most of what's left of humanity [i]can't[/i]. We stand defiant because they cannot. We endure death after death because we can, and they cannot. We do it for the love of our races, not just for the Traveler or the Speaker, but because somewhere in the God-awful mess of this galaxy, we have a right to go on. We put ourselves in harm's way for our people's right to live. We fight so that the children of today can hopefully have a future tomorrow without suffering and loss, or the Darkness bearing down on them. They will never know how hard we have it – and I sincerely hope that not a single one of them ever has to. -Cayde-6

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[b]44th Purpose[/b] by doublezeus (lol) Everyday, I wake up to the sound of engrams being decrypted, guardians purchasing new gear... But do they not see me, am I feared? The time has come..it has neared. I've served my mentors, but it wasn't enough. This job I had, might I say, it was tough. A Guardian, that's what they called me. Were they not satisfied with 'free'? And now I live...beside a tree.. Here I am, crushing on a Guardian that just passed Talking to everyone, with me..as the last. Is there no use for someone slightly outclassed? Staring at a ball...asleep it'll make you fall. Can I have a glimpse...from the Moon an Eclipse? I've grown weary. Too much motes I have to carry. But I have to be thankful, with me no one competes. Not even in the Reef, where their assets are complete. Please help me! I'm not such a fool I need a real job, not like Rahool! If everyone needs me like this, I'm sure in time, this work is bliss. I apologize, I haven't introduced Sorry for my rambling, I tend to get confused. I'm here to aid, but not for free.. The name, I used to be called..'tis Banshee. [b]TL;DR [/b]This is about a guardian left out of fieldwork, let go to serve his purpose as a tower man. He shares his experience, he shares what he wants to experience. This so-called guardian, his name, was Banshee.