Well, since I've basically beaten the Raid, (on Crota) I've decided to finish this. Here it is! The complete version! It was another day in the Tower, full of Christmas cheer. Even Master Rahool lightened up as Christmas grew near. And as snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.. The Traveler, for once, didn't seem about to die. But all was not well for our Guardian crew.. As down from the sky, the Darkness it flew! "Crota's power, what do we do!?" Eris yelled, full of fear. "If we don't stop Him Christmas is doomed!" A band of Guardians raised arms and got ready. As bullets aplenty rained very heavy. But Crota's plan a success it had been. He stole every present, decoration, and small Christmas tree pin! The Tower in shambles, a shadow loomed over them all. Christmas was ruined, for Crota could not fall! But the Guardians stood strong, heroes its true. "People!" One said. "We'll bring Christmas back to you! Crota strikes fear into the heart of our people! But our Light is so strong it can defeat any evil!" And so the six ran, rode, and flew! Off to the Hellmouth to secure Crota's doom! One by one they went down into the pit.. All so afraid that at the bottom they would submit. But at the bottom they saw an eternal black void. Confused why no light from their Ghost was deployed.. But with Christmas at risk they braved Crota's trap! No idea that Thralls waited to attack! They ran, and they ran, until they could run no more. Lucky for them was a rune on the floor. And before them stood a large gate of light.. The end was so near, almost in sight.. Upon crossing through they were not on the moon.. But somewhere more sinister, as they'd learn all to soon. The blade-wielder charged, and it slashed, and swung! But verses six Guardians how could it have won? A blade of dark in hand they crossed the bridge.. Where a gatekeeper Knight watched over the ridge. Dark sword in hand the Guardian charged! But alone it was difficult to fight an opponent so large.. Blood was spilled, ashes strewn. But the Guardian's victory came all to soon.. One after another more Gatekeepers came. One after another more Gatekeepers were slain. Then a chilling roar ran down their spines. As two Ogres came out from their confines. The blades of Dark gone they relied on their light. Nova Bombs, Golden Guns, Fists of Havoc all strike. The Guardians rest, exhausted, in pain.. But at least it seemed Christmas will truly be saved! A door opens up, thralls aplenty inside. Quickly the Guardians cast their exhaustion aside. The bullets flew as they fought, making way through the hall. Every one of them fell, Thrall after Thrall! Then a horrible scream chills their bones! As two Shriekers show up for the show! They fell quicker than stones, hitting the ground.. But the heroes were struck by the Shrieker's death howl! Wounded, and willbroken our heroes pressed on.. Realizing that they at least had their heads on.. They hadn't won yet, not by a long shot.. But they had to keeping moving, or Christmas was naught. As the pressed forward two Knights stood in their way. No matter how many bullets shot they seemed undamaged by the fray. But then a soft song was sung in the wind. Determined to make the Guardians give in! It weakened their Light and they fell to their knees. And then the Knights went to finish them with ease. As their blade ran through the first the Warlock did fall. But the Knights were not ready, no not at all. Up from the grave the Sunsinger came! Bolts of great fire cast down the Knights, and the backup that came. But the deathsong was still sung, and the Guardians felt weak.. But they had to press on or die by the song's shriek. As they moved forward, they saw the Deathsinger. A Wizard so Dark it made the air shimmer. But as they got close her cowardice shown. As she sent out her minions, to guard Crota's throne. First came the Wizards, filled with great rage. Then came the Shriekers and their Dark barricade. The bullets flew fast, they flew far, they flew loud. They shot Arc, they shot Void, they shot Solar all around! The Wizards they burned, in molten hot fire! And when the Shriekers fell, so came Yut's ire! She cried, and she shrieked, and she yelled with the fear! She knew not to do when the Guardians came near! And as their bullets flew they were eaten by the Deathsong! There was no way this would last very long.. And the song stopped, as Yut's life went away.. The Guardians lived to fight another day.. They stood near the Crystal that was Crota's throne. Unsure about just what was to come.. Then He came, his soul and all. The Christmas thief; Crota, ruler of Thralls. "Christmas is mine!" He said full of rage. "Give up, Guardians, and go back to your cage!" (the City) The Guardians looked to eachother, each full of fear. But they knew they could not back down, no not here.. But they could not stop Crota they felt it inside. And they felt, now, that they all will die.. But back at the Tower everyone gathered 'round. No one was moving, they made not a sound. Except for the Speaker, who spoke up and said; "I know you all fear our Guardians are dead! But I feel their Light, and they are alive! But not for long, they're against a god of the Hive! So channel your strength, channel your Light! We can use it to give our Guardians might! Give them your strength, give them your Light! And they will bring back Christmas tonight!" With a cheer at the Tower, our heroes lifted their fears.. It's almost as though the Speaker spoke into their ears. Suddenly something appeared in their hand. A Chalice that made Crota really mad. "Get them, kill them! Make every one of them fall! Or I'll bring out my Oversoul to kill you all!" The bullets went flying, from the guns of their foes. But what happened that day, nobody knows. The bullets did not kill, nor even harm. The Chalice must have protected them from the Swarm. So then they struck fast, as every one of them knew.. Crota stood no chance; their power anew! "Protect me, save me, useless Knights! End them, kill them, stop them tonight!" The Swordbearer came to kill our Guardian crew. But by his own sword his ashes they flew. One grabbed the sword, the other five shot. It took many bullets, some would say a lot. But Crota he fell down on his knees. And as the Guardian approached he resorted to pleas. Mercy ungiven, the sword ran right through. It was a heartless movement yes, but it's what they must do. The Guardian spoke as she slew the Knight. "Merry Christmas to you, Crota. Tell your Spawn I said goodnight." Their greatest foe perished they all looked around. Until they found the Christmas compound. But then they realized they face a challenge yet.. There was so much here, so much to get.. The Guardians sighed, all of them so weary.. The Christmas stuff.. They had no way to carry. But as our Guardians figure out what to do, I have a message for all of you. To the Fallen, the Hive, the Vex and Cabal! And to Guardians the best of them all! To the Vanguard, the Crucible, and my glorious Queen! To Atheon, to Crota, to the House of Wolves boss unseen! To Bungie, and DeeJ, and someone else born of the Light! Merry Christmas to all! Keep up the good fight!