It was a time of dignity and honor. I arrived in the Third Age when the Seventh Column shone bright and stood tall. We took great pride in our community, and our leaders inspired us into fanatic devotion. But it was not to last. Achronos, our divine ruler, had set in motion a plan conceived out of sheer madness for power. The vision to empower all members and break free from B.old seamed wise and necessary with regards to Bungie's new game that was destined for greatness. But the rest of us were kept in the dark. As the time of transition grew nigh, the light of the Seventh Column had faded. Until, alas, hope was lit. A brightness, so white, scorched the plains of B.next and brought with it promises of freedom. Blinded by this light we stumbled around and eventually lost our ways. And now I am but an outcast. A servant without his masters, seeking the way back to a home long forgotten.