The room is dark as you silently wait for something to happen. The air is still as it moves about silently in its ghostly ways. A small light begins to... "Yea yea, I'll take it from here!" Charles appears infront of you. His shell is a simple white with a black stripe up each side. He squints at you as look at him. "So I'm guessing your interested in my partners backstory huh? I don't know why you would be. He's not very interesting. Why don't I tell you about MY backstory?" Charles clears his "throat" and speaks in a elegant voice. "In the end of the Collapse, the Traveler, my dear ol' dad was dying. "And he was all like 'Well hell, this sucks. Better makes some kids to spread my wishes.' So he made the Ghosts, me being the best of them. "And he told us, 'Oh my young sons and daughters, my Little Lights, please go out and...' "This is where I promptly raise my shell and ask, 'Do we have to be little or can I be a big light?' "And he was like, 'No Charles, listen closely so I may tell you my wish... "And I was all like, 'Oohh what's this, and what's that?! Who's this?! And...' Charles stops as he watches you closely. "Are you even listening?!... You don't care do you?..." Charles huffed and expanded his shell. "Fine, FINE. Here's Josiah's backstory." His shell expanded as the memories began to play. "Everyone's a critic..." The first memory was light and a face. The image clears to a woman looking down at a little infant curled up in her arms with a weak but loving smile. She holds the child close to her face and rubs her nose against its head. The child grabs hold of the woman's face and babbles a little. The woman giggles and smiles. "Don't worry my precious baby." She kisses the infants head softly and whispers to it. "I will protect you. My little Josiah." [spoiler]"Time travel time!" Charles shouts. His shell expands as the memory turns into a blue stream of light. His core/eye watches you. "What? Oh don't give me that! Me not giving commentary on the numbskull I HAVE to put up with? You must be out of your mind. Oh wait here we go." The lights slow and the memory picks up again.[/spoiler] The memory opens up to an Amish community that existed out in the country side of the now European Dead Zone, [spoiler]"Germany to be exact, near the Rhine river. Hey fun fact, did you know back in the early (non-Golden Age) day, beer was cheaper than water? Seriously! You think I make this up?"[/spoiler] where the forest grew strong and the waters of the river were deep and flowing. The early fall breeze blew threw the various pines and oaks surrounding the village and the rush of the river blended with the market place bustle in the center of town. Down a series of dirt roads, a child is playing with a ball near an slightly more rundown and offshoot house of the final street. His wild and curly black hair flows in the breeze as he chases after the ball along the dirt. His greyish/ green eyes dart after the ball as he finally gets to it. "Gotcha!" He giggles as he picks it up and bounces it infront of him. "Boing, boing, boing." The child says as the ball hits the ground. He looks to the door of the house as his mother appears. She smiles and waves to him. He waves back, picks his ball up and runs over to her. "Hi momma!" "Hello their sweetie." Her voice flowed over the noise of the world, canceling it out with her smooth and quiet voice. She squats down to be closer to him. "You got your ball?" "Uh huh!" He shows it to her. "Wanna play, momma?" "We will in a bit honey, but we need to go to the market and buy thing first." "Aww!" "Oh come it it's always fun! Put your ball inside and let's go." "Ok..." He kicks the dirt a little and trots inside. He places the ball by his makeshift bed and grabs his lucky coin, placing it in his one pocket. He then races back out and meets his mother, who now has a basket in hand and walks with her to the market. [spoiler]"Can we just stop and appreciate how cute this kid is compared to what he is now? I know older kids aren't cute and all but still I can't help but wonder how he got so serious... he doesn't even remember what's next... Wait was that 'spoiler warning' worthy?... Well you know know so moving on!" A voice is the background yells, "Charles! Where the heck are you?!" "Oh well crap..." Charles shuts off the memory and shrinks back to size. "I'll be back, stay here! Or tuned..." He gets closer to you. "How do you even see me anyway?..." "Charles!" "Coming! Geez!" He dissapears as the room becomes dark once more.[/spoiler] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157912318/0/0 link to part 2