[quote]My name is not important, though I am known as the mind sculptor, as I have the ability to manipulate my surroundings at will. Yes, I am a warlock, and my powers derive from my vast knowledge of the universe. Where I acquired my knowledge, I cannot say, for my earliest memory is of a small robot, a ghost as I have learned to call him, reviving me on a battlefield. I do not know how I died, or what my death was for. I feel as if I am a shell. I am no longer dead, but I am not fully alive either. The speaker tells me I fight to expel the darkness. But the darkest place I have seen, is inside myself. A darkness which gives me power, power beyond comprehension. I can control the light, manipulate it to my own will. The speaker has said the light flows through me as if I am connected to it, but I have doubt. Does a ruthless king who uses his power to make his servants obey, have any friends among those who serve him? No, he is their enemy, yet they cannot oppose his power. This is why the light serves me. The abyss inside me is seething with energy, an energy that compels me, that gives me motive. I could not have had this in my past life, it is too strong, filled with vigor. It must have filled me after my death, occupying where my soul once resided. The speaker sent me to destroy the Black Garden, and I obeyed without question. I kill, without question. With every kill, I grow stronger, my power becomes greater... I crave more. As I approached the Black Garden I felt the blackness grow stronger, it seems to come alive, or rather the inverse, it becomes something beyond dead. It craves destruction. I crave destruction. The garden, with its flowers, and trees, and heart. This is what life must be. It has power, this life. I can feel it burning, it burns stronger as I approach, I can feel it beating, I can feel the heart. Yet I am compelled to destroy it. I am told my purpose is to protect life, but I am ordered to extinguish this refuge inhabited with vitality. I feel this impulse inside me, an urge to annihilate this essence. To bring balance. No, not balance, balance is not enough. I must eliminate it. I cannot permit it to exist. I am conflicted. I am told that I am the light; that I fight for the life. That I fight for humanity. That I fight for the Traveler. Yet, where is this humanity I am told I protect. All of my comrades are like me, filled with the void of darkness, risen from the dead, and compelled to destroy. What of this Traveler? I am told stories of the golden age, of the greatness the traveler brought, filled with light. However, stories are just words. What have I seen? What have I truly witnessed? Only the traveler floating above us, casting its shadow upon us, unmoving. Is it dead? Or perhaps the embodiment of death itself? Why is it being hunted so vigorously? Can all of these species truly be evil? The Fallen, the Hive, the Vex, the Cabal. What is their purpose? What is their motive? I eliminate them because I am told they are evil, I am told they are the threat, they are the darkness. But what have I seen? They seem to have religion, a set of morals, but I still slay them in their temples, while they are at prayer, and I hunt their god. But I believe it is right, because I am told it is so... or is it because I cannot resist this urge inside me. I cannot resist my own darkness. No No No, It is the darkness I fight, to protect the traveler. The speaker has said so. But.... how can I trust this speaker... this necromancer. He collects light, like it is some trinket, his toy. I collect and give him my motes, but what he does with them, I cannot say. I collect them from killing, as I slaughter, I gain more light. If the darkness is so strong in me, why am I so compelled to destroy the "darkness"? Unless the light is contained in those I kill. Perhaps I am the darkness, being hunted by the light. There is life in my enemy, but none in me, none in my comrades. The Traveler, tempted us with knowledge. Knowledge of how to control the universe, of how to control the light, how to make the light serve us. I am the darkness that I am told to fear. This speaker wants me to believe that I am doing "good", but what is good? He is wrong, but even so, what can I do. My will is gone, my life has been long extinguished. I am now only a vessel to serve this darkness. I cannot fight it; it is futile to even try. The compulsions control me. Right and wrong are inconsequential. My purpose is now to kill. It is all I know. It is all I will ever do, and I cannot change. I do not want to change, I know I should, I have arrived at this clarity of what I really am, but this merely brings me comfort. My discontent was from feeling deceived. Now I know what I am, I accept what I am. This darkness is no just inside me, it is me, and this is all I will ever be. I am the darkness. (Chapter 2) http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/85564049/0/0[/quote] You just changed the way I see Destiny. In a great way. Props to you. Keep doing what you're doing. And for all the other guardians out there, may your light live on.

I stopped reading after you called the speaker a ruthless king that uses his power to get the guardians to do his bidding. I like fan fiction but I don't like the direction you are going with it.

Marking it to come back