[b][u]The Ram Rises[/u][/b] [b]A Fan-Fiction by Mungnum[/b] Darkness overtook me. I have forgotten my mission, my friends, or even my mother’s face. I often read my old journals to try and uncover why I was in this “Vault of Glass”. All I know for sure is that my name is Toland. But for some reason, I was in denial. The Ram tells me stories of the darkness and fills me with knowledge of a race called the Hive. I have tried to kill myself many times, but the Ram reforges my body. I have tried to cut off my head to separate the Ram from me, but the knife shatters against my skin. There are two portals in my vault. Both are broken. I took the machines that dwelled here apart some 963 years ago in an attempt to rebuild its structure. It has the ability to work, but it has to activated by rune in another room. I sometimes stab my leg just to see the wound heal once more. I forgot how to hurt around year 612. I wrote instructions to myself all over the floor and ceiling. How to breathe, how to think, how to write, and most importantly how to speak with The Ram. [i]Praise me[/i] He said. [i]Praise me[/i] He said once more. But one day on my 1036th year he spoke something else. [i]I will rise again. He told me Those who seek the fortune of the vault are coming in one year. Erase your instructions, hide your research, they are not ready for it.[/i] He told me this one year ago today. The Ram rises today. I compiled all of my knowledge into books and hidden them in a satchel made of the grass that grows here. It was then that I heard a sound. A sound I had not heard in 1000 years, that of a door opening. [i]Atheon opens the timestream my child. Our jail has been unlocked.[/i] The Ram said. Suddenly, three guardians appeared. “Who are you!” A titan said “Are you one of the Vex, or do you fight for the light.?” He was covered in Vex armor and had a goblin’s head forged as his helm. “My name is Toland” I told him “I have lived here for 1000 years with only the Ram to guide me. I fight against the Vex, if that makes me a ‘guardian’ than I am.” “Glad to hear that” He said “Name’s Kabr, we’re here to kill that son of a bitch Atheon.” But our time to talk had been interrupted by the sound of a bell. A red machine light appeared. “Oracles!” Kabr yelled. The three of them pushed forward and began to rip them apart. One of the hunters behind him grabbed a star shaped shield and began to disperse a bubble of light for his team. The portal opened and two of them went in, leaving Kabr. “C’mon, You old warlock! You don’t want to be here another 1000 years do ya?” I ran through the portal and saw the other 5 guardians shooting at Atheon. My head began to ache, I fell on my knees and memories of fighting him alone flooded through my mind. I could see myself, so young and naive, filled with such anger. [i]Get up, my lost boy, your time is neigh![/i] The Ram assured I knew what I had to do. [i]Oh Ram, my guide, let me burn with your fury[/i]. [i]Then fire you shall have[/i]. He told me. I felt my armor heat up. It began in my boots, small flames began to trail up and slithered around my body. My eyes shone white once more, and I felt four-hundred again. “By the Ram alone I stand” I told the guardians staring at me. “On this day, in the fires of his power, The Ram rises once more.” I rose pillars of fire from out of the ground and around Atheon. The floor beneath him melted and he fell down into the unforgiving abyss. The team was silent for longer than I had thought, and their cheers were silenced. They stared, however, not at me; but behind my back. I turned around only to see Kabr, charred and shriveled. He had been too close to me, and The Ram had no mercy for him -- for he praises not. “Monster” someone said. “Your time locked up here has broken your mind.” another said. “Long live Toland the Shattered, the guardian whose sanity faded away. They said. I ran out of the room, back through the gorgons maze, back across the Templar’s field and out to the Venus landscape. I stole one of their ships and used their cannons to destroy the others, they could never tell what happened in the Vault. The Ram guided me back to the tower, but it looked… newer somehow. I had been inside of the vault for 1000 years, but it looked newer. unless… Time had been bent by being sent across dimensions. I was sent to the time of Kabr’s crusade, for it was there that the portal was set to. Ikora still lived. [b]Part Three[/b] (Final): https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/125745983/0/0