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Entry 516 - Maya (FANFICTION)

<[i]I could feel the moment my hangover ended. As soon as it did, I turned to the Titan in confusion. "I'm sorry, but let me ask this again. Why do you fight in the Crucible without a Ghost?" "Uh... Practice?" "Against what?? Someone somewhere once told me that nothing kills a Guardian faster than another Guardian. Considering what he's been through, Fallen and the like are nothing. Go to the outside world more! Hell I've been outside for most of my second life and my only true issues came from Hive and Taken and other Guardians." She looked taken aback, as if I shattered her world view. Don't see how, it's common sense. "Look, I understand the pain of losing your Ghost and I know of the horrors of Twilight Gap but if my friend was able to overcome the Great Disaster of all things then you can overcome that! There's no reason you should be wasting your time doing match after match when you could be out fighting against the creatures that want us DEAD." I knew there was more to her. She can't be locked in the Crucible, only occasionally going out, forever. If she's been doing this for centuries without dying then she could be out there defending the system. I bet no Captain or Knight could stop her. But I stopped. There was something holding me back, a sense of hopelessness. At first I thought it was because of her and how there's a very real chance she'd ignore me, but then it hit me. Nothing - no one - can stop the coming storm. Even in the briefest glimpses of the future, I saw that they'd taken over. They cannot be stopped now. I turned around and looked at the Traveler. I could feel tiny pulses of Light hitting me. "You're right..." I turned back, a little shocked at her response. "For as long as I've been a Guardian, I've paid attention to the news of how we are on the brink of extinction. How the Hive torture and the Fallen kill and claw at the walls. The Crucible I thought was a way to train." "They do advertise it that way." "Are you sure it's easier out there?" "I'll let you in on something, I fought off over a hundred Cabal and Hive at once a few weeks back. Believe me, the only thing you have to worry about are the Taken and MAYBE Hive if you keep fighting like you do." "That's... Reassuring, thanks. Hey... Do you want to go to the Tangled Shore sometime?" "Uh... Sure. I need to get out of here anyway. Too many people telling me to stop drinking, that sort of thing. Maybe got in a few fights... And had a run in with someone extremely dangerous." I said that last part quietly. She didn't seem to notice, reaching her hand out. "My name's Maya." I shook her hand and we parted ways. I felt good. I don't usually do things like this. Hell it's been months since I've talked to a regular Guardian. I don't know what came over me. Was I just doing what the man in the bar told me to? Or did I just want to turn myself around? Nothing will stop the End. But maybe it's better to go out fighting than to sit there and wait for your demise. OK I did it again. What's going on?[/i] - Entry 516 of [i]Light and Dark +1[/i]> <Masterpost:[url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/251009583[/url]>

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  • They gather round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise. They fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies. The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King. Their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring. The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land. The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand. The princess in the tower is hidden far away. But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay. They gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead. Though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed. The potter told his ‘prentice to prepare him seven jars. Six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar. The cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black. In their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back. The King is in his courting clothes, the brides are in their beds. The unborn princes wait in sleep to raise their eager heads. The hens were in the henhouse and seven eggs did lay, till the fox crept in by dark of night and stole the eggs away. Six were broken by their bindings six no more shall sing. Comes the seventh full unwinding and all the bells will ring. When the first had given birth, then all the birds did sing. Her screaming cries did shake the skies, as she called out for her King. By doctor’s blade the second bade a life into the world. Untimely hewn neath a silent moon, the King’s red flag unfurled. His bride the third remained unheard, her cries for help ignored. She stopped her life with a surgeon’s knife, and gave it to Our Lord. The fourth prepares a dagger and places it at her heart. The perfect cure cannot make pure what the King has set apart. The fifth one’s crown was bearing down upon the fox’s set. The den was sundered with mighty thunder, an apocalypse beget. On the sixth’s day, the walls gave way, and the oceans turned to ash. Her birth gave work, as the earth shook, underneath the King’s fell lash The seventh bride will break the tides the moon no more will shine. There comes a day not far away she’ll birth the death of time. Don’t believe it when they say they’re trying to save her. Why would they bother? They’ve got exactly what they want exactly where they want it. The doctor never tells his god which one he really seeks. Instead he hides himself away, and quietly, he weeps. Their god’s own voice, he makes the choice, declaring with their word. “In fear and pain let her remain, lest she be like the third.” The doctor’s gun ended his run, as he put it to his ear. As she was defiled, the pitied child, he gave in to his fear. Her memory a fickle thing, the strongest shall endure. When her weeping starts to waver, their drugs make her mind pure.

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