[b]44th Purpose[/b] by doublezeus (lol) Everyday, I wake up to the sound of engrams being decrypted, guardians purchasing new gear... But do they not see me, am I feared? The time has come..it has neared. I've served my mentors, but it wasn't enough. This job I had, might I say, it was tough. A Guardian, that's what they called me. Were they not satisfied with 'free'? And now I live...beside a tree.. Here I am, crushing on a Guardian that just passed Talking to everyone, with me..as the last. Is there no use for someone slightly outclassed? Staring at a ball...asleep it'll make you fall. Can I have a glimpse...from the Moon an Eclipse? I've grown weary. Too much motes I have to carry. But I have to be thankful, with me no one competes. Not even in the Reef, where their assets are complete. Please help me! I'm not such a fool I need a real job, not like Rahool! If everyone needs me like this, I'm sure in time, this work is bliss. I apologize, I haven't introduced Sorry for my rambling, I tend to get confused. I'm here to aid, but not for free.. The name, I used to be called..'tis Banshee. [b]TL;DR [/b]This is about a guardian left out of fieldwork, let go to serve his purpose as a tower man. He shares his experience, he shares what he wants to experience. This so-called guardian, his name, was Banshee.