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Edited by TheSuMan: 8/6/2016 10:36:24 PM
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Into the Hellmouth, Part 43: The Siren Song

Hello, everybody, here's part 43 of Into the Hellmouth! As usual, if you like it, give it a bump! Here's [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/210172522?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]part 42[/url] if you missed it, and here's the [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/209303839?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]master post[/url] if you're looking for a different part! When Eriana and Sai arrived at the bottom of the pit, they looked up, and saw Eris standing at the edge of the pool of water. Beyond her was a short hallway. “Eris?” Sai asked. “What’s going on?” Eris pointed. “Look,” she said. About twenty feet away, Toland was standing the exit of the hallway, completely motionless. The other Guardians walked up to him. They stared out the hallway, and saw the strange jade object hovering in the air far above them. Before them was an open pit, which seemed to be almost some sort of arena. “Toland?” Eris asked. “What’s going on?” Toland was silent for a long moment. And when he did speak, it was only in the faintest of whispers. “I have long heard the stories of Ir Yût,” he said. “But I scarcely believed them until now.” Eris frowned. “Who?” she asked. “The death singer,” Toland said. “Even now, you hear her. Even now, she saps at your light. Do not tell me you do not hear her song.” Eris frowned. “I don’t here anything, Toland,” she said. The old warlock smiled. “Close your eyes, my student,” he said. “And listen.” Eris closed her eyes, sighing. She began to listen for something, anything, but could hear nothing. And then, just as she was about to give up and tell Toland that he was being an old fool, she heard it. It was a whisper, carried to her by the wind - but she heard it nonetheless. Music. The music seemed to call to her, with haunting, seductive tones. And she wanted to. She wanted to hear more. The music was so good. It - “Eris!” her ghost shouted. Eris was jolted back to reality. She began to hyperventilate. “What happened?” she asked. “Your light was fading,” her ghost said. “I could feel it.” Eris managed to calm herself down, and took a gulp. She looked up at Toland, who inspected her with his strange, multicolored eyes. “Well?” he asked. Eris gulped. “What was that?” she asked. Toland smiled. “Death,” he said. “Pure and refined. Even now, she readies the song. She will use it to doom us all.” “It reminds me of something,” Sai said. Eris turned around to face her. “A tale,” she continued. “Some ancient, pre-Golden Age thing I hear the cryptarch talking about once.” Eriana frowned. “Yes, I remember,” she said. “That apprentice of his - Rahool - found it in a pre-Golden Age text. Something about the - “The sirens,” Eris finished. She remembered the tale as well. “They used music to kill men - specifically sailors, if I remember correctly.” She frowned. “But how did they do it?” Toland raised an eyebrow. “Strange,” he said, “that something like this should be on pre-Golden Age Earth. But no matter! We must learn the secret of this song. At any cost.” “And how do you intend to discover how this “deathsong” works?” Eriana scoffed. “Why, by asking the one who wields it,” Toland replied. “Ir Yût.” He looked at their confused faces. “Even now, she awaits us. Even now, her knowledge lies ripe for the taking.” “We are here for Crota!” Eriana said firmly. Toland sighed. “You are here for Crota,” he said. “I am only here because I seek the knowledge of the Hive.” A deathly silence fell over the group. Then, Toland shrugged, and began to walk out of the hallway. Eris swore. “You snake-tounged, thrice-blasted, backstabbing swine!” she shouted. Toland turned towards her, frowning. “Excuse me?” he asked. She walked up to him. “You spoke to me about hope,” she said. “About how there was a chance, however small, that we could defeat Crota! Where is that talk now! Was it a lie!” Tears began to stream down her face. “Was it all a lie that you spoke to help you on your mad quest!” “No!” Toland rebuked. “Eris, you are my pupil! I would never lie to you - I have never!” “Then what about hope!” Eris shouted. “There is no hope!” Toland said. “All light dies here, Eris. Even the ever-present spark of hope. Even now, our light dwindles - drained by the Darkness of His world. Two of our companions are already dead, Eris!” He shook his head. “What change do we stand against their master?”
 Eris tried to think of an argument to convince him that they stood a chance against Crota, but in the end, all she could think of was, “The Hive will kill you.” Toland chuckled. “That’s of no consequence to me,” he said. He hefted his scout rifle. “For this is the shape and the point of the tooth,” he said, “nothing has ever lived that shall not die. Why then, Eris, should I not go to the Deathsinger, if I am doomed to die anyways - and my death is all but inevitable if we fight Crota directly.” Eris opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Toland sighed. “I thought so,” he said. “Eris, you may join me if you like.” She frowned. “What?” she asked. “Join me!” Toland said. “Join me, so that we make discover the greatest secret of the Hive!” He held out a hand to her. “Together.” Eris looked at him, shocked. Then, she considered it for a moment. It was more than likely that they would fail - that she would die, and Crota live. And she did want to know exactly what this “deathsong” was and how it worked. Yes, she considered it for a moment. But only for a moment. Her friends had died because of this God-King - because of this beast - if she didn’t do everything in her power to avenge them, it would dishonor their memory. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “No.” For a moment, Toland appeared shocked, even crestfallen. Then, his face hardened. “Very well,” he dead stiffly. Then, he began to walk out of the hallway. Eriana and Sai walked up to her. “Eris,” Eriana said, “are you -“ “I remember,” Eris said. Sai frowned. “Remember what?” Eris never took her gaze of of Toland’s figure. “The sirens,” she said. “They lured men to their deaths by singing what the men wanted to hear - and promising that they would receive it, if only they would jump from their ships and swim to them.” She sighed. “And then, the men would die. Lured to their doom by the sweet siren song. Eriana frowned. “Why?” she asked. Eris still refused to move her gaze from Toland’s figure. “They needed food,” she said. Edit: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/210531605]Part 44[/url]

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