[i]Disclamer: I am not the Author of this story, I merely wished to share it with the community as I really enjoyed it. Very rich in lore and great story. I found these on the Planet Destiny site. All merit goes to the real Author -CHET KIRKHAM Due to the length of the story, I will be posting all the chapters in sections[/i] “Yes. Based on the information we’ve got from all our travels and study, there are two points in spacetime where, given the application of enough power, the time streams can be joined and focused down to a singular sequence of events. One of your choosing. The first point on the line is the rebirth of the first Guardian on Earth. The end point is somewhere after Oryx is killed. There is a knot of potentiality centered on Europa. Something happens on Eupora not long after Oryx is killed. You can control which time stream will exist between those two points in spacetime, and eliminate all others.” She was awed at the task in front of her, at the scope of what Dr. Shim was describing. “To generate power you need fuel. Even with this new perspective of mine, some rules still apply. Energy and matter can neither be created nor destroyed. So, the energy to fuel this task will have to be generated somehow. Do you know how I can do that?” “Yes. The Diaspora knows of a potential fuel source.” Dr. Shim smiled for the first time. His grin was big and goofy on the infrequent occasions when he let it out. “The version of me you first met is dying to know what I am going to tell you now.” He told her. Her laugh echoed out across the dying hypersphere of Earth. “Let’s go,” he said. “I’ll show you how to make the Gates go where you want them to.” Approaching the gate that had killed her was odd and unnerving. But it looked different to her now, so She stepped through and traveled with Dr. Shim. The view became very strange, compressed and distorted, and she was glad Dr. Shim was there to guide her. He seemed to be able to find a path where she saw only chaotic noise. “It’s difficult to learn at first, but you’ll see the how of it soon.” he assured her. She was relieved when, after many turnings, they stepped out onto the surface of Deimos. It was another hypersphere, of course, much smaller than Earth. This moon was to be her fuel. The clay which she would mold into energy to collapse the time streams and trap the Vex in one sequence of causality. One where the Guardians had triumphed in the Black Garden. They’d broken Crota’s armies, knocked him to his knees and killed him. They’d beaten and captured Skolas, pretender Kell of Kells of the Fallen. And finally chased Oryx, the Taken King, into his throne world and put an end to him, casting his corpse down into the gravity well of Saturn. That was the reality she would shape. The victory of the Light over the Darkness, at least for a time, would be the only reality. “How do I start, Dr. Shim?” “The Diaspora, along with some others, are preparing this gate to assist you. It was made by the Vex, but now we have made it our own. Watch.” The gate began to unfold and expand. It shot out of itself, ribboning around and around the hypersphere of Deimos. In three dimensions she would have seen no change, just a Vex gate sitting on a dusty little moon. From her new perspective, she watched as the gate wreathed itself around the hypersphere until it circled back around and connected with itself. “Now it’s up to you. You have massive power at your disposal, I can see it. The work will take time, but for you time is only another lever to be pulled.” Once she’d been dependent on the Traveler’s power to be with her in the same time and place to draw on its Light. Now She was unbound from the constraints of time. She stepped into the gate and was everywhere at all times. She drew the Light up from herself and burned Deimos. The Christina part fed the Sweet Susie part and the Sweet Susie part fed the Jale part. Jale, in turn, fed Christina. When one Daughter was tired, she slept. When one Daughter was hungry, she drew from the Light. When one Daughter was lonely, she sang. One Daughter always burned. Turn and turn about, they did the great work. Deimos came apart under her fingers, molecular and atomic bonds torn apart. The stored energy from those broken bonds shone out onto her face and warmed her. She sang the energy into the gate and into the fabric of spacetime. The Diaspora had built well. The gate was as a loom that wove energy into reality. She wove a net that constricted tighter and tighter, pulling eventualities into her, breaking bonds and reforging them into a shape of hope against Darkness. For a thousand years she worked. From a third dimensional perspective, Deimos simply began slowly vanishing without explanation or cause. It was her great work and she was happy. Dr. Shim visited her sometimes and they spoke of their lives before. Sometimes it was like remembering a dream. Other times that previous existence seemed so close she could smell the wet stone floor of the Tower after a rain. At last the only thing left was Deimos’s gyrating core. She sliced it apart and the silken fire, the product of her work, shot away into the gate and was woven into her web. The last stricture pulled tight and She felt the click as the tumblers of the Universe settled into place. It must have been terrifying for the Vex to feel causality pulling tight around them, crushing the tunnels they’d bored into reality until only one path was left, and seeing the Guardians at the end of that path. She gloried in Her victory and sang her name out across the void. A great dark eye turned and it saw her. Rumbling vibrations shook the web she’d fashioned and for a moment She was terrified that She’d awakened some hideous shadow thing that would destroy all her work. When she realized that the shaking of her web was the laughter of a beast, she fled back into herself. Her work of a thousand years spinning matter into energy, shaping spacetime and causality, was the amusing work of a child to that thing. She’d managed to attract a flicker of its attention, but not enough interest to require action. She didn’t want to know its name. She didn’t want to know such a thing existed. Resting, she watched Dr. Shim and his companions disassembling the gate. It was bittersweet seeing her loom broken apart, but it was too dangerous a tool to leave lying around. After the gate had been reduced back to just being a bridge between places and times, someone stepped across it. The man who came out greeted Dr. Shim and all the other members of the Diaspora as friends. Then he walked over to her and smiled. “Hello. I knew your names before. Jale and Sweet Susie and Christina. What are you called now?” She thought of the shape beating at her heart. Her fortress, the changed form of the silent warrior Kabr. “Hello. You can call me Tess. It’s nice to finally meet you, Praedyth.”