[quote]I've never posted anything on here before, and I'm not even sure if this is the right place, but I typed up a brief short story of how a guardian might write a self journal entry and thought I'd share it. I hope someone will at least appreciate if not the words, then the spirit in which they were written. I have a name. I don't if it is my true name, or if I even have or had such a thing as a true name, but my name is my own. It is never used by others, but I know it; it is enough. I was born less than two years ago, if born is the proper term. I am not sure if alive is truly what I am. My ghost, my ever present companion, claims I was alive before, long ago, as a different being, perhaps with a name and a face very dissimilar from those I now bear. Then I died, and remained dead until he found me, after a search that lasted centuries. I have no memories of that time, or of anything before. My ghost was created and sent by an entity known as the Traveler, an entity I now am bound to protect and defend, as well as all the people under its sphere of influence. The ghost and I are linked so intrinsically I rarely even need to speak aloud. He revives me whenever I suffer misadventures, guides me where I need to go and is able to open every door I come across. I am what is known as an exo, a sentient machine in the form of a man. I am a warlock. Sometimes I think I might be a human titan, or an awoken hunter, but that must simpIy be an echo of my hidden past or a glimmer of an alternate present. I sing the sun, walk the void and call the storm, all the fearsome forms the Light that sustains my essence can be shaped to bring destruction upon those who serve the Darkness. Ah, the Darkness. Antithesis of all that is good and right in the universe. It has so very many servants. And yet I wonder. What is Light, and what is Darkness? Good and evil, right and wrong? Do I truly serve the side I should? In the short time I’ve been aware, I have brought death to so many. Hundreds. Thousands. More. With Light, endless bullets, powerful rockets, finely crafted blades and even rare relics, I have slain both the weak and the powerful, even things worshipped as gods have fallen to my righteous fury. Eliksni, Hive, Vex and Cabal. All have tasted my wrath and been left diminished. I am honored among the Vanguard. I have prestige in the crucible, testing myself against others who serve the Light. The factions of the Tower reward me with accolades, weapons, armor and wealth. Although, the one known as Rahool seems only to exist to mock me. I have amassed a fleet of ships and sparrows to carry me into battle. There is so much in this universe I do not know. So many questions, the answers, if there are any, often so unsatisfying. And yet, somehow it is enough. I've had so many moments of triumph, so many hard fought victories, I cannot see any other path for myself. I do not know how long the Light will sustain me. The future is an uncertain thing, shrouded in mystery. But this I know, as long as there is life within me, as long as the Darkness is an enemy, while I possess sufficient intellect, discipline and strength, I will fight on. I will seek to restore the Golden Age, I will defend the last city, and I will serve the Traveler. I will be, a Guardian.[/quote] That's quite good