Fire, that's all I saw. My home, my one place of rest. The City was even lost. The attack was so swift, decisive... brutal. As I fled, I felt the great burden on me, of all hope being placed on the Guardian who had time and again defeated the Darkness's leaders. But that was with my Light. I looked at the endless fleet of Cabal ships, dozens and dozens of them. But I held firm, I knew that they could be defeated. I held tight to my Auto Rifle, and with one last look, I left the City. I knew it may very well have been my last. My Ghost was hovering around me, I could tell he wanted a plan. "Where will we go?" he said worried. "To find Uldren, we need an army, and I have a hunch he has one." I knew I needed gear, what little Ghost scrounged from the stores could barely protect me. And so I ran, as far as I could and farther. I thought the enemy had been defeated, I let pride get ahold of me. I let my guard down. And because of my sins others paid the price. Our Age of Triumph was soon followed by a day of defeat. All we had built was gone... everything. Ghost and I finally spotted a lone Fallen skiff. I prepared for the great battle ahead. After breaking orbit what we saw was a world on fire... nothing else.