Well it was a cold, stormy day on Earth, my fireteam and I had soon found ourselves trapped in between a conflict between the fierce, menacing Hive and the greedy, vigorous forces of the Fallen... We fought and fought to defend ourselves, pushed back to some rocks, with no where to go, nothing to do apart from fight... Wave after wave we fought, until the forces of both sides had retreated, leaving us, 3 guardians to evacuate from this field of battle and casualty, but as we left our position I see a purple light shining beneath the bodies of the Fallen only later to receive Gjallahorn, my first exotic weapon, the end...