My character is a Warlock and his name is Waylon. Not really sure if this is good or not but I tried xD [Waylon's Personal Log: #47] [Title: Memories of a Warlock. Am I really human?] [Date: 04/18/XX62] I REMEMBER. I almost wish I didn't. The Speaker told me the Traveler worked in mysterious ways and chose those who had true light within but I don't see it anymore. How could he choose me? He had to know what I've done. All my fellow guardians remembered their pasts when their ghosts revived them. But I didn't. No one knew why. I went to everyone in the tower. The Vanguard. The Speaker. Even Lord Saladin. The reason for my memory being blank was a riddle. I was lost. I felt alone. How could I continue to fight for the light of I didn't know who I was. I continuously sought council with the Speaker. He became my diary. He promised to find a way to restore my memories. And that he did. Very gallant the Speaker is. Last week I went to the Speaker to speak with him about a nightmare I had. I was in a Temple with children and suddenly they had started bleeding from there eyes and screaming it was my fault. I was truly troubled. "Waylon," the Speaker spoke my name (the only thing I could remember) "I have been searching for the answers to the puzzle of your memory. I believe I have found a way to get your memory. But it involves something dark. Something the Light would not indulge in." I stood staring at him. Not sure what to say. He had a solution but it would cost me my light. Isn't that what he was saying? "Since the traveler has been silent his powers cannot heal your mind, nor can the Warlocks. We both have tried along with your Warlock brothers and sisters yet we all have seemed to fail. I did not want to come to this but I know a man. A former guardian who like Eris lost his ghost. He stays in what the humans of the Golden age knew as Antartica. Too cold for the Hive and Fallen. He was once a warlock. I have contacted him and he said he may be able to help." And just like that I was off. To Antartica for answers. I arrived at a small hut and entered. I was amazed at what I found. A shriveled old man stood inside. Hand over some sort of conflux. "The answers or memories you seek can only be relived. There is no recovery without walking through the struggles of ones past" "I must know why I have no memory. What must I do?" The man did not answer just simply nodded and handed the conflux which he was fiddle with to me. "Traveling to the past is the window to the present and path to the future." As I grabbed the conflux a great light flashed and there I was standing in the room of a teenager. The room was familiar. Small. White walls with no posters or anything. Just blank white walls. There was a small bed in the corner. I heard screaming from down stairs. It was a man screaming "You'll never amount to anything. You're a -blam!- up." And then I heard something hit the ground I burst through the door to see a man in his 40s hitting a teenager in the face as he was laying on the ground. Anger insued as I ran to grab the man off of the boy but my hands slipped through his body as I grabbed at him. What was this? Instantly another flash. I was back in the room. There was no way to tell but I just FELT like it had been years since I was here when with the man and boy. The boy appeared out of thin air on the bed sobbing. Begging for someone to end his life. The flash happened again. This time I found myself in a temple. Their were bodies lying everywhere. Many children laid on the ground in pools of blood looking pale. And the alter there were two people. It was the boy. Holding a girl. As I got closer I noticed a third person. But the third was dead. "I'm sorry. Im so so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. They weren't supposed to do this. They weren't supposed to hurt anyone. Just him. They we'd just supposed to hurt him" the boy sobbed. That's when I saw his face. MY FACE. Her face. MY SISTERS FACE. My fathers face. And I remembered everything. The constant abuse I received. The torture my father put me through. I just wanted it to end. So I hired some thugs to jump my father and teach him a lesson. Show him how it felt to be hurt. I told them to come on a specific day that I knew my dad would be at the temple and the temple would be empty. But that day he refused to go alone and insisted my sister go with him. As they left I couldn't get a hold on the gang. And little did I know the school had planned a field trip to the temple that day. I gave them the access codes to the private room that he'd be at. The thugs came with guns and instead of just fists. They killer them. All of them. The children. My father. MY SISTER. And they robbed the vault clean of glimmer before I could get there in time. It was all my fault. They all died because of me. [End Personal Log]