EDIT: Thank you for your wonderful comments! Part II has been posted in the forums! I sat in the cafe, sipping my drink slowly. The Hanger bar, the only place to get a good drink in this whole Tower. None of that Pre-Golden Age crap, the good stuff, made by those who had time to make such things. I looked into the glass, swirling the brown liquid inside, the ice hitting the sides of the glsss making a small noise only audible to me. Funny to think at one point, making this stuff was a priority.... Here's the thing about us Warlocks: whether you are a follower of the Praxic Order, one of those radicals whose willing to get struck by lightning to "meditate", or follow the likes of Pujari, and find the Void to be the answer, we all have one thing in common: we think. I know, I know, Hunters think about what their next trophy will be hanging in their room, and Titans think about what they will hit next, but we Warlocks, we think about.....well.....everything. Why were we chosen by our Ghost? What is the Darkness? Why does Eris act like one of us now? Yes, we think. And to help us think, we have a drink. Do not come between a Warlock and their thoughts during their think and drink times. Legends are still told of why Cayde-5 became Cayde-6 after interrupting one of Ikoras think sessions...another story for another time... So I was there, thinking as we do, when a Warlock comes and sits right next to me. From the look of his armor and the look of wonder in his eyes, it's obvious he's a "Kinder-Guardian" (Something us Guardians came up with to describe recently resurrected Guardians and something Shaxx stole to insult those who had the Mercy Rule active on them.). His Ghost seemed to be inspecting me, its eye (is it an eye? See, thinking again) scanning me as I lifted the glass to my lips. "Are you ..are you The Young Wolf?" the Ghost said. That name.....Saladin and his need for titles...Hive Bane, Time Master, of all the titles I have earned, this is the one that stuck. "I am.", I said, quietly. I don't like drawing attention to myself, unlike those damn Titans, get 2 drinks in them, and it's "Remember when we burned Skolas to hell? He couldn't stand up to our light!" My Ghost came out of hiding, and inspected this Guardians ghost. The Ghost drew back closer to his Guardian, as if it had never seen another of its kind. "You had been searching for your Guardian for a while, haven't you? How long have you been partners for?" My Ghost is the chatty one of our group. Sometimes I wonder if it was meant to find a Hunter..."Your Guardian doesn't appear to have been resurrected for that long." The Guardian, who had been staring at me for quite some time now, realized that he had been staring, and snapped out of his gaze. "I was brought into the Travelers Light almost a week ago. My Ghost found me near the Ruins of Moscow, and brought me here. I've been trying to piece together what has happened, who I was, but-" "It comes with time." I said, "Bits and pieces, memories that seem like they can't be real, can't be you." "Right..." The Guardian looked away again, as he seemed more nervous than before. "Well anyway, we heard about you from Shaxx and Ikora, told us that Warlocks should aim to be like you. Ikora said that she hadn't seen anything like you in quite a long time." "Ikora is modest", I said, "We should all aim to be like her. Ever heard of the time in the Iron Banner when she was trying to take Zone C for herself, got killed by a group of Guardians, then used Fireborn and delivered a Nova Bomb to them at the same time to seal their victory?" The Guardians eyes were wide now. "Well, I heard about you. I heard about the Vault of Glass!" The Frame bartender, and the other Guardians at the bar, who had been doing their own things, having their own conversations, all turned now to us. Just wanted a drink, just wanted to think..... Coming up next: Part 2: The Vault of Glass