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Edited by AnonPig: 11/30/2015 1:00:31 AM
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The History of Light Part 1

Hello and welcome Guardians, this is your friendly neighborhood AnonPig and I'm back with a little history, a little lore, and a little theory. Today I'll be speaking about Light, this unexplainable....thing, that we use to fight the Darkness. Let's go back to the most beginnings of beginnings, way way back to the Eliksni home world when they had the Traveler all to themselves by looking at Ghost Fragment: Mysteries Vault of Glass [quote]The image clears of dirt and dust as a hand wipes the lens clean. A figure holds the Ghost up, looking into the lens. Harsh light from an unfamiliar sun backlights the four-armed creature, making it impossible to see its face. Its massive head turns, and a clicking and chittering voice can be heard speaking to something off-screen. While the noises themselves are harsh, the tone and content seem almost gentle. A curious creature, not a violent or angry one. The lens refocuses beyond the creature's head as it talks, and a startling landscape climbs to the horizon. It's a paradise. Carefully tended lakes and rivers, water everywhere, wind their way between fields of lush iridescent crops and into groves of starkly colored trees. Every inch of the land seems engineered, brushed by a sculptor's hand for form and function both. The sky is a light pink, spotted with clouds and crowded with ships. Thick lanes of aerial traffic soar through the air, tightly managed and seemingly endless. And beyond it all, above the clouds, hangs a perfect alabaster sphere. The image wobbles, shaking, flickering as if the Ghost is blinking. And the fragment ends.[/quote] I show you this to answer a question I've seen a few times now, if we wield Light because we have the Traveler don't the Eliksni as well? The answer is yes and no. It's a misinterpretation of the word wield, let's take it back a little bit again, thedawn of the Golden Age as told by the pilot of the Ares One, Jacob Hardy. [quote]Three human beings stood on a high ridge and saw the shape of the future. Saw rain strike a millennia-old desert. Felt the air sweeten with oxygen and warm water and the beginnings of life. I am sometimes asked if I felt something die. The end of the era of human self-sufficiency. I don't know how to answer that question. I do know that I was changed. Nobody could experience that kind of wonder and remain unchanged. The decades since have proven that to me. I knew I'd never fly another mission like that. I recognized the need for a new love. That's why I threw my fresh cognitive skills into understanding the Traveler. How can one entity so quickly and utterly remake an entire world? Fifty years later, I'm conversant in high mathematics, particularly topological thoughts and the slippery irreality of Light. I'm involved in a project to study the Traveler's terraforming actions right now. But I still enjoy the interviews. I like going back to that mission. It makes me unspeakably happy to see how well it all turned out. And it makes me happy to remember I was there.[/quote] "Fifty years later I'm conversant in high mathematics particularly topological thoughts and the [I]slippery irreality of Light.[/i]" That's really the difference, the Eliksni, and no doubt every other civilization the Traveler met in her travels, had an understanding of Light. It helped expand the technological advances of the society society, but we were the first to have ghosts. We are the first to truly harness Light, and Ana Bray, was one of the first to be recorded doing so. But let's just continue the timeline, early Dark Ages, just after the Collapse, everything took a turn for the worst. Invasions by the Cabal, the Vex, the Hive, and most importantly to this post: the Eliksni. We look at them now, and we laugh. We kill Kell, Archon, and Prime as if they were mere Dregs, but that's not how it always was you see. Long before where we stand now, Guardians were sparse, they couldn't be everywhere, and likely even if they could...they weren't ready. The House of Devils, the most broken we've faced, now without Kell, two Archons slain by our hands, and their Prime, destroyed and even that was scavenged to make S.A.B.E.R. 2. Before we fought them in Twilight Gap however, they were different. They were more ferocious, they were the House that destroyed London. They are the House we likely fight in the European Dead zones still to this day, but like I said that was before Twilight Gap, that was before, Ana Bray. [quote]"you want another story about the twilight gap? Ana bray, the hunter. We all dug deep that day. We all touches the light in ways we never thought we could. Or should. Ana, though. When she fired the Gun, where her golden blasts hit home, she left behind the pools of light. Like splashes of sunlight that burned and burned."[/quote] The Devils led the attack on our City that day, and were it not for Mara Sov the Wolves would have been there as well, almost definitely crushing all hope. But there's another we should thank for our victory, I'm sure you all see where I'm going with this, Ana Bray. What we see there is actually the first account of a Golden Gun being used, and also, a super. Not only that, but look closely, "When she fired the Gun, where her golden blasts hit home, she left behind the pools of light. Like splashes of sunlight that burned and burned." She fired differently than we do. Where her bullets landed, Sunspots were left. This is the power of Light. This is something only we as Guardians can wield because we were reborn in it. Ghosts granted us this power, but that doesn't mean the first Guardian just rose and started firing Nova Bombs, it appears that it came in times of great need, great peril, and likely when the Guardian became more emotional, more angry or scared. Exactly when they needed it most. Another recording of a super being activated came from Shin Malphur, he may have been the first, or any other random Guardian could have, but out in the wild alone... no one was there to witness, no one was there to tell the tale. [quote]Then. Palamon was ash. I was only a boy – my face caked in soot, snot and sorrow. I’d assumed Jaren, my friend, our Guardian, the savior of Palamon, would always protect us – could always save us... But I was a fool. Jaren, and the others, only a handful, but still our best hunters, our hardest hearts, had left three suns prior. Tracking Fallen, after the bandits had caused a stir. The stranger – the other – arrived the following day. He rarely spoke. Took a room. Took our hospitality. I was intrigued by him, as I was Jaren when he’d first arrived. But the stranger was cold. Distant. Damaged, I thought. But I wasn’t afraid. Not yet. Only a child, I knew the monsters of our world to walk like men, but they were not. They were something alien. Four-armed and savage. The stranger was polite, but solemn. I took him for a sad, broken man, and he was. Though, at the time, I didn’t understand how that could make one dangerous. As with Jaren, father made an effort to keep me away from the stranger. It wouldn’t matter. As the silhouette approached, fear held tight. The dark figure towered over me. Looking into me – through me. He smiled. My knees weak. All lost. Then, he turned and walked away. Leaving ruin and a heartbroken, terrified boy in his wake without a second glance. I’ve been chasing that stranger’s shadow ever since. Now. We stood silent, the sun high. Seconds passed, feeling more like hours. He looked different. He seemed, now, to be weightless – effortless in an existence that would crush a man burdened by conscience. My gaze remained locked as I felt a heat rising inside of me. The other spoke... “Been awhile.” I gave no reply. “The gunslinger’s sword... his cannon. That was a gift.” My silence held as my thumb caressed the perfectly worn hammer at my hip. “An offering from me... to you.” The heat grew. Centered in my chest. I felt like a coward the day Jaren Ward died and for many cycles after. But here, I felt only the fire of my Light. The other probed... “Nothing to say?” He let the words hang. “I’ve been waiting for you. For this day.” His attempt at conversation felt mundane when judged against all that had come before. “Many times I thought you’d faltered. Given up...” All I’d lost, all who’d suffered, flashed rapid through my mind, intercut with a dark silhouette walking toward a frightened, weak, coward of a boy. The fire burned in me. The other continued... “But here you are. This is truly an end...” As his tongue slipped between syllables my gun hand moved as if of its own will. Reflex and purpose merged with anger, clarity and an overwhelming need for just that... an end. In step with my motion, the fire within burst into focus – through my shoulder, down my arm – as my finger closed on the trigger of my third father’s cannon. Two shots. Two bullets engulfed in an angry glow. The other fell. I walked to his corpse. He never raised his cursed Thorn – the jagged gun with the festering sickness. I looked down at the dead man who had caused so much death. My shooter still embraced by the dancing flames of my Light. A sadness came over me. I thought back to my earliest days. Of Palamon. Of Jaren. Leveling my cannon at the dead man’s helm, I paid one final tribute to my mentor, my savior, my father and my friend... “Yours... Not mine.” ...as I closed my grip, allowing Jaren’s cannon, now my own, to have the last, loud word.[/quote] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/176808151]The History of Light Part 2[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/115658936]AnonPig’s Theories Archived[/url]

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