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7/6/2015 6:52:54 AM
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Destiny Story: Obsidian Mind

Trenton sat in the Tower, awaiting the Black Market Dealer, Xur. He had heard of his friends purchasing items of legendary power from him, and his envy drove him to see what he had. After all, he was in the Tower. What could go wrong? After another 10 minutes, Trenton heard a ship engine. He got up and ran to the hanger entrance. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF, GUARDIAN." A robotic voice said. "Shaxx, Trenton. Warlock. Light Purity Level: 29" he said. "WELCOME TRENTON." The voice said. Then the door opened. Inside, he found and odd looking hooded "thing" lurking around a dark corner. "Trenton Shaxx." The figure said. "I am Xur, the Ninth Nine. You have come for my gear, yes?" Trenton felt this thing, Xur, was a little sketchy. But he went with it. "Indeed I am. what do you have?" "Hmmm." Xur said. He rustled around in a bag a little bit, until he found what he was looking for. In his hands were a Blueish Titan helmet, a oddly shaped pair of Hunter Gauntlets, a Red and White Sniper, and a Coal Black Warlock Helmet. "What do you choose?" Asked Xur. He studied each one. I'm going to take the Warlock Helmet." Trenton said. "Wise choice, Warlock. The Obsidian Mind is powerful. But it has very bad effects on Guardians. Be strong." Xur said, very seriously. "Will do." Trenton said. He left the Hanger. He didn't know what Xur meant by "bad effects on guardians" but he disregarded. He put on the Helmet, and a wave of nausea swept over him. He collapsed on the nearest chair and passed out. In his dream, Darkness consumed the City. The Traveler, reduced to a ruin. People lay dead in the streets. He sat on top of the Traveler, I taking all of the despair and regret. He woke up to a crash. The tower alarms were going haywire. "The Darkness is invading, the Traveler is down, I repeat the Traveler is down. Requesting immediate Gjhallahorn firing squad." Trenton held back a sob. "What have I done?" He whispered. A very cold voice answered back. "You have freed me. For that, you will not perish. Instead, you shall usher in a new age of chaos under the rule of the Dark Order." The Voice left, and Trenton sat. He was a murderer. A cold Blooded Murderer. FIN

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