[i]"I am one but I am not alone. Let whoever finds this know that light shines even where space and time and hope ends."[/i] "The door groaned open, upset that it was woken from its timeless slumber. The Spire took full responsibility, standing resolute in its duty to send those to the ends of this reality. The Vault of Glass welcomed a fresh set of eyes to test its timeline of eternity. The Templar and his Oracles found new subjects to create and erase… fulfilling. Atheon still is, as he must be. Kabr carried with him the fate of guardians not yet written in to the fabric of destiny. His ghost shone rays of fear and curiosity, ever cautious of the Darkness. His palms were sweaty beneath his grips but his eyes... his eyes carried the light of the Traveler to a place She wished had never existed." Interrupting, one of the students asked, "What happened to Mr. Kabr? Is he still with us, Teacher?" "Unfortunately not. According to the legend, Kabr the Legionless fought long and hard in a place outside of time, you see.” The Teacher reached for the clock on the wall and held the second hand still. “He fought against an evil that sought to erase us from history and extinguish our future. How long did Kabr fight students? No one knows, not even the Traveler, they say..." The Teacher was wide eyed and satisfied with the look of amazement on his students’ faces. With his wide eyed look, he could see the thoughts of confusion of a young girl crawl across her face, her eyes shining light blue beyond the flashlight's reach. "Then how do we know of legend of Kabr, Teacher?" That look of genuine curiosity was still on her face and the Teacher was happy to paint the truth for her. "Remember that I said Kabr fought in a place outside of where time exists? That timelessness affected him too? He eventually lost his way...” The Teacher’s face grew sullen, as if the story was getting personal, “He lost his ghost to the Vex, and he even began to lose his sanity. However, guardians make their own fate and he was determined not to lose his light without fulfilling his purpose for coming here. At the end of his sanity, Kabr took what he had learned of Vex technology and of the Light and fashioned a relic of great power: the Aegis. Kabr knew of a place before the Vex of now, and of a place after the Vex of now, just as he knew of the Vault of Glass and the Vex of now. The Relic had to power to stop them all." The Teacher’s face grew hopeful as those of his students did too. The story was filling them with something not even the Traveler could give, "The Aegis, students, defied the Vault of Glass. Kabr said the Vault of Glass was removed from time and space and reality, and that was how he was able to wound it. Kabr made the Aegis to be something that HAD to exist in the Vault of Glass, you see? Any Vault of Glass, be it present, past, or future, had to have an Aegis just as it had to have the big, bad, AetheeooOOOOOooOOOOOoon!!" the Teacher said in a haunting voice as he raised his hands like claws, growling to the students who were rolling over and grabbing on to each other while giggles and shrieks filled the air. "And so at the end of his life, where he held no allegiance but to the Light in his life, Kabr became deliverance for the future. Kabr gave up his life to make sure no other Guardian in the future would ever be subject to the reality the Vex wanted to create. “Guardians make their own fate” Kabr is still in the Vault of Glass, you know, students. So do not worry, Kabr the Legionless is there fighting alongside those Guardians that are close to you." He had struck a chord with some of the students who were engrossed in his story. For a moment, they were able to forget that their parents, siblings, and friends had been gone for months and years in the Vault of Glass. The Teacher could feel the air being weighed down by their heavy emotions and spoke with a quiet confidence, “Do you understand now students?” Some with their glowing eyes sending illuminated tears down their cheeks, others with their mechanical brows furled with frustration, all of the students’ faces were fixing themselves back on the Teacher. “They are winning, students. If the past is lost, we would not exist. If the future is lost, hope would be extinguished. The present is still ours. Your Guardians are winning.”