It had been a weak since the town incident. I am still wondering what the Tormentor was doing there, they are always somewhere for a purpose, but now that it is dead I will never figure out why. My encounter with the Guardians was rather disappointing, I expected more from them, but nevertheless, the lone battle with the tormentor did make my blood boil with excitement. Even though I do wish to escape senseless killing, battle does still excite me and is a part of my life, like it always was. Our numbers are small to actually do anything, but one thing that we do have is strength. The few that we have, have become stronger, evolving into stronger beings, if they were in the standard army they would be commanders. But right now, they are simply soldiers. I made many more trips, gathering other materials, as of now, we have the basic foundation for a simple temple. However, one day while I am coming back from my little unsuccessful expedition I come across something completely strange. A lone Guardian, sitting on the edge of a large drop off. They do not even react to my approach, they saw me it is clear, but they do not run which I found rather odd. They don't appear to be afraid, nor is there an effort to fight. 

Kozor: Why don't you try and run Guardian? 

I walk up to them, standing behind them, they simply look out at the view that lays before them. 

Guardian: To where? 

Kozor: Do you not have your city, you purpose?

Guardian: Oh, that. Fuck them, fuck all of them. They are just a bunch of traitors. 

Kozor: What are you even doing here by yourself?

Guardian: I wasn't alone, until recently, I had a fireteam. But those assholes grabbed everything and abandoned me, destroyed my ship and everything. From then, all I did was roam around. 

Kozor: Why would they do that?

Guardian: I don't know, maybe cause they are bunch of bitches, that is why. Assholes and nothing more. We joined up, they took me since I am pretty new as a Guardian and they used my stupidity and novice knowledge for their own benefit. 

Kozor: Fascinating and here I though most of you were united and good. But I guess that is nigh impossible, there will always be those that are greedy and only want things for themselves. I am surprised though as to why didn't you run or react when you saw me.

Guardian: What is the point huh? If you don't kill me someone else will. I just gave up on caring, if I die at least I want my last image to be nice. 

Kozor: Fascinating, so you won't care if I kill you?

Guardian: Nope. 

Kozor: What is your name, Guardian?

Eliot: Eliot, that is all I know, no last name or nothing. 

Kozor: Well, Eliot, how about I offer you something? A home and in return, we get your power. 

Eliot: What the hell do you mean home?

Kozor: Join my ranks, I will treat you like I treat mine and they will treat you the same, by my order. We are few and could use someone capable, if you need training, then I shall offer you. 

Eliot: And why should I accept?

Kozor: You wish to die, you can at least die in battle. Maybe you get a chance to kill those that wronged you.

He doesn't respond immediately, he is thinking, I can see it. He gets up from the ground, dusting off his cape and straightening his clothes. 

Eliot: So I would become one of your soldiers if I am correct?

Kozor: Yes you would, but you would be treated as an equal, your voice will be heard if needs be. 

Eliot: Fine, alright, I didn't get your name.

Kozor: My name is Kozor. 

Eliot: Well, Kozor, if you are fine having a newbie with you, then I am fine joining you. 

Kozor: Good. Follow after me. 

We head out, we do make conversations in the meantime, I learn more about him. He is a Hunter, Arc particularly and talks about his struggles to fit in, to find people to pair up with. Many kick him out, or don't even try to hear him out. The group that betrayed him accepted him at first and everything seemed well, until they were raiding a base and after killing the boss the traitors grabbed what they could and left him to die. Destroying his means of escape and laughing while they did it. Upon arrival to our camp, the Hive reacted immediately, they were curious but I explained the situation to them. And employed Thonro to teach Eliot in the meantime, to perfect his skill. I, I meditated, sitting on a ledge I found particularly suiting, overlooking the forest we were in for quite some time, it stretched far and wide, the view itself was beautiful. Mountain range in the distance, a lake a long way away and the sun setting over the mountain and behind them, casting a shadow onto the valley. There was a feeling of contempt, a clear and peaceful mind, helping me think. The days pass by rather quickly, our temple is slowly beginning to take shape, going deep into the mountain itself, following the cave system into it. Eliot's training had been going rather well, as was reported to me by Thonro and he does get along with the other Hive rather well. At first it was tense for both parties but now, after getting to know each other and he proving himself, they accepted him. As I sit at my usual spot, looking out at the view before me. The winter had come in and in the distance I see thick clouds approach, concealing the terrain as they pass over. A snowstorm is coming but it should not pose any threat to us. I retreat back into the temple and we close of the doors, the inside is well lit. As the storm comes closer the winds pick up and you can hear the whistling outside. Inside, having nothing to do we each do what we wish. Some carve, some clean, trying to pass the time. Other times we would gather around and talk about our stories, our experiences, though, I do most of the talking as everyone seems interested in my stories of old. The storm lasted for quite some time, a couple days. But finally it stopped. 

As we opened the door we had to clear a path out, a lot had fallen. There, before us was a sea of whiteness, stretching out as far as the eye can see. Eliot ran out and quickly grabbed a handful of snow and started to roll it in a ball and then threw it at one of the knights, hitting him in the face. The knight wasn't mad, he was confused. Eliot told us those were snowballs and are used to have snowball fights, the point of these fights was to have fun. For humans, snow was a time of joy, many would build things, make snow angels and such. He showed us how to make a snowball and we followed each step, it was harder for us but we finally managed it. Then we built things called snowmen, figures made out of snow that you could decorate. He showed us around the many thing they would do. And even I must admit, we were having fun, it was a new thing for us, but a welcome one. We would build many things, competing on who will build the better and more prettier thing. Suddenly, all our worries, all our fears and care for the outside world faded, buried deep within the snow. It would not bother us, humans are interesting creatures, they, while at face value might appear weak, they are social beings, they do things that aren't beneficial in growing stronger. But are beater for the populace, to bring about joy, increase moral, to wash away the worries of what tomorrow might bring. Humans enjoy the moment, they do not live long and they strive to enjoy every day that they do spend. Something that those that live long had forgotten. We forgot what it means to live short, we take our long life span for granted and never fully appreciate it for what it is. I think that in their shorter lives, humanity is capable of enjoying it far more than most other species. I envy them for that, to them, conquest and war aren't anything. All they do want is to enjoy life, to spend time with their young, to love, to live, eat and breath. They are completely opposite from us and yet, here we are, trying to destroy them. If we never accepted the worms, if we never allied with the dark, would have we enjoyed the same life humans do, would we be a peace fairing people? Savathun wasn't a traitor, like how many portrayed her, all she sought out was a better future for our people. One which did not require us to be slave to the worms that live inside us, but to be in control of our own destiny. 

That night, in my dream I once again find myself in the same field, this time, under the cover of a tree, a beautiful green tree, high and mighty. The figure sits at a table, two cups sit on it, on by her and on where I am sitting. 

Figure: How are you enjoying your power? 

Kozor: I have grown used to it, it is welcomed and had proven itself useful many times. 

Figure: I am glad and haven't seen you abuse it. I had noticed that you quite enjoy your new, 'adition'.

Kozor: Eliot?

Figure: Correct. You seem to be having fun, a new sort of fun. One that you are unfamiliar with. 

Kozor: Yes, he had helped me open up my eyes. He made me think more about the people that the Traveler is staying by. 

Figure: And what have you determined?

Kozor: I envy them. Not slaves to some worm, a free people, they enjoy what they have and are grateful for it. Even things that appear meaningless, like playing in the snow, are actually incredibly beneficial. 

Figure: They are interesting, aren't they. Such a diverse cultures, so short lived, yet so fascinating. They appear weak, but aren't. What they might not posses in body, they make up with their will and mind. They are battle proven people. 

Kozor: I had noticed, against every odd, they manage to win. 

Figure: Why not approach them? 

Kozor: They wouldn't accept us, we are their sworn enemies. 

Figure: That is true, but don't fret. You don't know what the future might hold, what surprises it will create. 

Kozor: What do you mean by that?

The figure takes another sip from under their veil, they do not answer my question. It is up to me to wait and see what they meant. 

Figure: Let us enjoy the peace here, I am sure that a good thinking session and a little meditation might provide you the answers. 

I nod, taking a sip from the cup before setting it down on the table, it is some strange, warm, flavored liquid. Calms your whole body, the warmth comforts your guts. We sit and enjoy the silence, the gentle breeze that sways the grass and rustles the leaves. The gentle tweeting of birds and the sound of running water from a small stream under the tree. I feel contempt once more, closing my eyes. Maybe this figure is right, maybe I should wait and see what the future holds for us. Ensure our survival so we get to see it. Soon, there is only dark and silence as the sleep kicks in and everything goes blank.