Once. I was like you. I was a guardian of light. I defended the tower, the traveler, the city, the people, even the warlocks. Then, I started out to kill Oryx, the Taken King. I saw his Darkness and I wanted his power. I could feel it after I defeated him, I reached for his sword... And the Darkness spoke. It told me I was different. That I was not like other guardians because of my fascination with the Dark. How I could use it as a tool, how I didn't fear it. It called me Nightmare, and it showed me my brothers, Wrath, the Warlock who never spoke, and Blackhood, the unstoppable, untouchable Titan with no face. I was to lead these Taken guardians, I was to be Oryx's heir...