This is a tale of addiction, despair, transformation, hope, and recovery; this is a tale of a guardian. It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon after a beautiful stroll on Earth, when suddenly I came across a cave. I peered inside and what popped out from within the darkness were fallen - lots and lots of fallen. I ran away scared feeling overwhelmed when suddenly I hear the familiar whistle of a bullet and head explosion. My saviors, fellow guardians standing atop a platform - lined up slightly behind the edge of the cliff. I waved in anticipation - hoping that they would come by and we'd all high five and dance. Instead, they pointed and waved. It took me a while, but I finally understood what they wanted. I was in the pit. Glancing around, I noticed the bones of the fallen. Immediately I knew I had to get out. I sprinted to where my fellow guardians were and curiously watched what they were doing. As it turns out, it was a fallen genocide - captains, dregs and the like were attempting to flee their caves, but were greeted with a storm of bullets as they saw sunlight. Or perhaps even worse, they woke up to the smiling face of a rocket. It was a massacre. A part of me felt sorry for them, I truly did... but that's when I saw it. I scoped in. There, lying in the back of the cave was a light. The indigo hue, barely visible to the eye, sat near a dead dreg. I was immediately intrigued. Without thinking twice, I jumped down into the pit and into the cave to investigate. It was a legendary engram. I thought, what could it hold? I was so mystified and excited by the orb, I turned a blind eye to the evil that was occuring. I felt bad, but as the old adage goes, the ends justify the means... At least I hoped it did... I brought the orb back to the tower. As I went to go show Cayde, I heard a whisper. "Hey guardian". I turned, to the face of what I first thought to be a homeless awoken. They use to be everywhere in the tower back in the day - the economy was bad; nobody had more than 25 000 glimmer. The homeless awoken said he could turn the orb into a weapon. I scoffed at the idea; who in the right mind would trust such an odd looking being? Then he took out a blue orb and in front of my eyes turned it into a cape. I was amazed. Against my better judgement, I let him work his magic. Suddenly a loud PING sound echoed throughout the tower, and the homeless awoken smiled his greedy smile. "Congratulations guardian." He handed me Gjallarhorn. I took it and as I walked away I turned around and asked, "who ARE you?". He replied "the cryptarch".... He became my best friend and worst enemy. It changed my life... or lives to put it more accurately. I loaded a fully upgraded Gjallarhorn rocket for the first time on Mars. I saw a group of vex and cabal duking it out when I decided I could get away with weapon testing without being noticed. I took aim and fired it at a minotaur. He vanished and reappeared. I missed. Or I thought I did, when suddenly it took an 90 degree turn and exploded. I hit - amazing.... That should've been the end of it, but suddenly smaller rockets appeared and destroyed everything else. I was on Mars alone - everything gone. Gjallarhorn had taken the lives of everyone around me. I became addicted. It remained on my back for the entirety of my time fighting for the traveller. It became second nature to whip it out, and I felt uneasy when it wasn't equipped. I joined others who also had Gjallarhorn and we ran around the solar system getting our murder fix. It became daily - we announced that we would only do activities with people if they also used Gjallarhorn. Then Oryx came, and Gjallarhorn went. I went through withdrawal, cried for help - yelled at people that Gjallarhorn NEEDED to be brought with us. I was wrong. I look back on those days with disgust. As I grow a year older, I grow a year wiser and realize - life without Gjallarhorn isn't so bad. Everyday is a new day, and though there are times I am tempted to use again - I have the support of others saying, "you are so much stronger now". For those who are in the same boat, I tell you this - your light is stronger without Gjallarhorn. If you feel you are TWO weak, know this - I once said the same things and eventually EIGHT those words; there's ZERO need for you to go back. Trust me. Look ahead, the future is bright and weapons are plentiful.