"Soon I will be consumed. By them. By the Dark." The light blinds, the dark envelopes, such is the way of things. But do we have both Light and Dark within us all? Even in his last moments, Radriar thought so. Even as the deep shadow of the Abyss twisted his form, he still believed that the Light was no longer faultless. This is a story about Light, and so it is a story about Dark, they are inseparable. As the fate of all fools is to fall over and over again, just to appease a dying god and an age of cinders. If that is the fate of fools, what is the fate of the wise? I contemplate the answer as I stare at the Cities walls, watching the steel and hubris clad Titan's stand watch. The Speaker stands as well, the accursed Speaker, who pulled us from the void to resist the course of nature itself. But is the Dark absolute? No, our enemies are proof of that, accursed shells of their former glory, feeding of the remnants of past powers, unable to end their suffering and servitude. And so I sit, with the shell of my Ghost before me, the last of its Light burning in the air. Maybe the knowledge is hidden in the soul, in the Light and Dark both of every being, maybe then we shall have true enlightenment, and maybe then I can return to the void of whence I came. But not until I cast down everything, burn every idol, every building, and every banner of every Diety, Emperor, Kell and Lord in this accursed system. I will watch every world die, and only then, will I find the beginnings of peace. And so the story of my brother shall be told once more, once more before the past is left to the ashes. As the Golden Age begins its Collapse, and the Darkness looms, the Legions of Crota invade, this time besieging our very Moon. With time running out, the Speaker's final command is for the Brave soldier Radriar to halt the spread of the Dark, and reclaim our lost worlds. An old man afraid of what the dark may bring, the Speaker orders his last loyal soldiers to stand an eternal watch upon the city walls, until time itself immortalised them in steel and stone. And so, Radriar meets the threat building in the chasms below, however, they do not succeed. Beset by Crota and his unending forces, the last actions of the hero was to protect his companion and brother, shielding him from harm through a pact with the creatures of the Abyss. He protected him from the corrupting nature of the dark with the power of his shield, for his Light was fading and he could no longer bear the burden. Soon after the spread of the Darkness overcame the last defences of the Traveler, and the god was forced to halt the unending tide. Within this utter blackness lies a twisted being, a hero turned demon, hidden from the eyes of his comrades and his gods, with only his kin knowing the truth. Living with the knowledge that his brother gave his life for him, watching him become a thrall to the Abyss, all for a doomed kingdom, an old man and a god who did nothing until only a last remnant of humanity remained. He keeps the last gift of Radriar, his gauntlets, tainted with the dark and carved from the bones of a Hive abomination. He disappeared from the reach of even the brightest light, disillusioned and bitter. Or so the legends in the city say.