-Written on a bloody note found outside of a Temple of Crota with slobbish hand writing- I don't know how much longer I can hold off the darkness... I can feel it creeping up on me. I can't sleep and I have lost my ghost. I now wander on this barren wasteland that was once prosperous. Now and again I'm attacked by pikes but that's the least of my worries. I try to run but [i]they[/i] follow. The darkness seems to grow. I now clench to my only hope of life: my own fists. I must make haste for I hear footsteps. I now only hope that... (The rest is covered in blood)