Belvaa Mer’s eyes flung wide open. She didn’t jump up on alert or even feel herself sweating. Awoken became used to strange dreams after a time. Instead she slowly eased herself upwards from her bed and reached over to the nightstand. A soft glowing terminal appeared at the wave of her hand, illuminating the room with a dim blue hue. Various icons and menus appeared but she sought something dull. The time. [b]12:46 A.M. (Standard Earth Time: UTC+03)[/b] It wasn't too late. With another wave the hologram was gone and she sat upon her bed in the dark. Faint shimmers of light danced upon her silver skin in the dark as if they were reflected by water. This dream hadn't been as bad as some others. For as long as Belvaa could remember she always had vivid dreams, but sometimes they were more than that. It had been hard to tell the difference between a vision and a dream at first. From experience she noticed dreams tended to make less sense and visions had a trance like calmness to them as if she were awake while watching them unfold. You could never forget visions. This one was hard to tell the difference between though. It had been months since the Gap, yet it still haunted her at night. The carnage of the struggle had been horrific and for most of the battle they had been losing. The retreat back to the city walls had been the most demoralizing part. Seeing the Fallen climb the walls in vast numbers with a city of civilians’ right behind her ripe for slaughter...that hadn't been the worst of it. It was the sounds. The roar of the alien horde surging forward, the screams of death, weapons firing, explosions from ordnance. Many of her nightmares were just twisted versions of those sounds and images but somehow worse. Lord Shaxx never rallies a counter offensive, their morale is never bolstered to charge forth and push them back, and the city is sacked and burning. Thankfully reality was occasionally better than nightmares. Occasionally. Sometimes it wasn't even related to the Gap. Once she had dreamt the Fallen were stalking her in tunnels of a ruined human city. Her Ghost had been destroyed and she wouldn't revive again. Without her Ghost she couldn't see in the dark and her Light felt weak. As they tore her apart she woke up terrified, conjuring up a blast of solar energy that created a small hole in the wall to the neighboring Guardians quarters. The Titan there only laughed about it and she has been friends with him since. Belvaa felt as if she couldn't return to sleep but still lowered herself back down onto the bed, gazing at the ceiling with the bright blue eyes of an awoken. Her thoughts drifted to the Titan she had seen. Some dreams had been of others facing the Fallen. Sometimes they were long dead comrades, other times it was of complete strangers. What she had seen stuck with her. It had been so detailed she decided it had to have been a vision. None she previously experienced had ever lasted that long. Why? It seemed so insignificant, a newborn Guardian struggle after revival. Had it already happened? Will it happen? That Titan had been exceptionally pathetic. Maybe it held no meaning and the visions were as random as dreams. She felt sorry for the man, being brought back to this cruel world just to experience more hardship. A blessing for others. A curse unto oneself. If the Titan really was in the dead zone, he would have a difficult time reaching the city. Shaxx's Red Jacks that cleared and held ground for the newly formed Crucible hadn't even ventured that far. As sad as the thought was, Belvaa couldn't do anything for the doomed man. She had no ship, was inexperienced, and had no idea where or when the vision would happen. Maybe it wouldn't exactly unfold as she saw it. If it did…his Light would be snuffed out before it could grow, a fate given to many guardians she assumed. An insignificant event that couldn't be stopped. [i]Light, guide him to safety. Darkness, turn an eye from him till he's bright enough to notice. [/i] Prayers would do little, but it’s all she had to offer. They are all countless others have had. The state of the City after the battle has been turbulent. Some rejoiced at the victory, some mourned their loved ones. Others like herself worried about the future. Their solar system is a massive place in scale for themselves, but just a tiny little speck on the map of the universe. With enemies everywhere out there, how could they expand and reclaim anything if they could barely hold one city? She had no answers, maybe someone would. The world seemed to be run without understanding it, trying to drove people insane. Tolrand, and now Osiris...his exile left her feeling torn. He had been an upstanding guardian after the battle of six fronts, commended by Saint-14, but he delved very deep into trying to understanding the darkness. The things he said were speculation at best, but it made her wonder about the Speaker and the Traveler itself. What was the darkness? Belvaa held her hand up in front of her, watching the dim light dance across her skin in the darkness. Her kind were said to be born of both the Light and the Dark during the collapse, changed by some event were the two forces clashed. If that was true, was she evil? Did the forces keep each other in check? Many questions she had asked herself time and time again came to mind with one common theme: she had no answer for them. Maybe that's what drove those warlocks to madness. Maybe she would go mad as well thinking about answer-less questions. Not being able to fall back asleep sure wasn't helping. Slowly she rose once again and stepped down from the bed. "Wisp?" she called out in the dark room. There was a moment of silence before a flash of blue light manifested the Ghost in front of her. "Yes?" He questioned, sounding groggy. "I can't sleep anymore. Would you like to accompany me outside? I think I want to find a quiet terminal to sit down and read." "I'll just stay here and keep powered down if that's okay." Wisp answered, too tired to sound like his normal cheery self. "That's fine. You just have my clothes, so..." Her Ghost beeped more alertly, "Oh, sorry! Yes." It drifted close to her and showered her in its blue light. Slowly something appeared around her form until her attire was solidified out of transmat. "Thank you. I guess on occasion we can leave these out like normal people," she joked and adjusted the robes on her now covered self. Wisp gave a sigh and shook his shell, "Well, now I'm up. Might as well come with you." 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