Think about it... What do we REALLY know about our God, The Traveller? Our leader has cast a shadow of mystery over our history, our future! He is only concerned with restoring the light and letting it consume all. But do we know how this war started? No... We do not. We, ourselves are modified or undead echoes of our past selves. Are we in control? Or is the traveller? And from what I've heard in the whispers of the Ishtar academy... The 'things' we called Ghosts in the golden age were never a entity of the light, they were the embodiment of death and darkness. I heard a story in my travels - it tells of a lone guardian, stalking the dust ridden plains of the moon and venturing deep into the hell mouth. When on a day not unlike any other she heard a roar, it had not came from the mouth of a guardian, yet she sensed fear in the sound. Cautiously Peering over a jagged cliff edge she saw a more rugged looking fallen captain ... backed into a corner surrounded by thrall! At that moment something seized her, something she had never felt in hear un-life - empathy, despair for this 'demon''. Without second thought she unleashed her flaming revolver and evened the odds. In the burning wake of her compassion, and as the captain wrenched it's blade from the last thralls shattered skull ... The Fallen's many eyes fixed on its rescuer. It approached her, slowly... all hands held high, clutching only its blade. She drew her shotgun and went to meet it, never dropping guard. When the two were but meters from each other the Fallen suddenly thrust it's blade into the ground in a swift kneel. The guardian stunned, lowered her weapon ... And smiled. The 'enemy' gave a human-like nod, and walked away ... back into the darkness. She picked up the blade, and felt a surge of light run through her like nothing she had known in the presence of the traveler - the ether in the blade filling her with a sense of freedom and clarity. Possessed by it she carved her story into that same cliff edge, telling of the conflict inside her at that moment; how she felt 'not so dissimilar' to the enemy she had be trained to hate and eradicate. This pilgrim of peace was never seen or heard from again, with no tell of her in our history books except from a derelict alien scroll salvaged from a fallen wreckage that shared meaning to the carving on the cliff. My point guardians, is that we do not know enough to justify condemning the fallen to extinction. How different from us are they? Are they us?! What are they fallen from? And why does their life source have such similarities to ours? They have the same emotions, but evidently theirs are not suppressed by an unknown entity. Something we cannot boast of? We all think it acceptable to scour Venus (which is not, nor has ever been our home planet) in search of straggling scavengers to murder and loot without a second thought. Tell me, does this sound just? The Hive. We share very little with the hive except basic anatomy, yet when we look closer... Are they not undead or twisted versions of their past selves? Something has made them that way. Was it Crota? The Son of their God as we are led to believe whom bore these creatures into existence for his own selfish will? We did not care. The traveller branded them enemy, so we loyally obeyed. Murdering the son of a god, and invoking the wrath of his father. Only to strike his name from the history books as well. Do not mistake me, I am not losing sense and siding with the enemy. We have lost countless comrades to the mercy of the Hive but how many of them have died at our hand? Are we so different? I can't help but fear we may be edging closer and closer to becoming what we fight so hard to destroy. The fallen have proved they are not without a heart, yet they war with the traveller. I am but a soldier, not a scholar well versed in their history but the traveller has wronged them, yet we do not understand how. The hive could be described as scared of the traveller. Every attempt made by their species is to see it from existence? Because they are servants of darkness? Or because they were condemned to darkness by a higher power? The Chamber of Night. The first time I was in that hell hole, a strange feeling filled me, that could be similar to that of the legend of the gunslinger. Conflict ... Confusion, something felt right about that place yet Ghost and the shard were pulling us to purpose, to destroy the corrupted shard. So we did. Never to know the details of what could have been that day or if that shard was a truer form than we have seen and the Hive were seeking to cleanse us of its evil... I do not know. I have returned many times to the chamber, every time the same sense of de ja vu, like something is clouding my mind... Not wanting me to see anything different. We murdered all Kell, destroyed their machine gods and plundered their very life force to further our cause. The Fallen houses stand broken. Crota, killed with his own weapon; in his home. Quickly followed by HIS God, and father. Another race sent to ruin at our hand. The vex, as evil as they come but their cowering God crumbled beneath our wrath as well. We sing of such days at what cost? The Cabal... Now I have not had many dealings with the space monkeys but Im sure their time will come. As far as I gather they were just caught in the crossfire. Unable to return home so left to be mercilessly slaughtered by the galactic super weapons that are the guardians. And the Taken, mindless zombies controlled by Oryx to enact revenge for the murder of his son. Billions more souls sent to the void because of our actions? I have no love for our enemy but at what point will all these lives begin to take their toll? I shall continue my search for answers. But for now, be vigilant guardians, follow your hearts ... If you still have one. All is not as it seems. #dregshavefeelingstoo