I saw it before it saw me. A fallen captain, and judging by its scars and by the two arc blades it carries, it must be a very old captain. Possibly before even I existed it was wreaking havoc with those blades of its, I never did understand why the older ones chose to use blades rather than the shrapnel launchers the younger ones use. It turned towards me, almost as if it knew it was being watched, I could see it's face clear as day, and I wish I couldn't. I was right when I assumed it was old, the crusted ether up the left side of its face confirming this, the new, liquid, ether dripping from the tube in its mouth. It tilted its head, most likely trying to determine whether it'd be worth it to try and chase me down for parts. Only recently have they started doing this, before they just chased me down with no remorse, but of course, trying to catch a flying ball the size of an apple across the barren surface of mars is easier said then done. It looks away, deeming me not worth the effort of wasting its precious ether on a few mechanical parts. I study it a bit more, always relishing a chance to learn more about them, it's covered in blue, marking it has a member of the house of wolves. I've been seeing a lot of wolves here lately, driven out of the reef by the queen after the rebellion, most seeking the more forgiving planets, but a few decided to push their luck on mars, and from what I've seen, they should've gone to Venus. I seem to find their bodies every week now, every now and then a servitor, rambling in its strange whooping noise, gone insane from counting the seconds it's endured without the energy from its followers. I wonder where this wolf's servitor is, could it be in the nearby city of freehold? Or does it try to activate its camo ability, something only few know even exists. What does it matter, there's nothing I could do about it even if I knew where it was. Without a guardian, us ghosts are about as useful as a child, observing everything, learning, but not able to change anything. Mars was a terrible choice, I came here long ago, searching for the guardian I was meant to find, all I found was ruin. Ghosts have the ability to resurrect their chosen guardian if their light is strong enough, but in order to do that you need the remains. There are no remains here, only sand and rock, everything's been buried by the cabal in their almost hypnotic obsession with domination. They made sure the only organic thing on this rock was themselves, and that guardians wouldn't be able to recover any artifacts here. Unfortunately, this means that I have no way off this place, with no guardians coming to explore, I have no ship to take me elsewhere, so I'm stuck here, until I eventually float down and decide to reroute my power to my eye, shining it as bright as can be, but essentially ending myself. Or I can wander, until I forget why I'm here, and I start rambling like the servitors. Ill find nothing here, and this wolf seems to be getting annoyed with me watching it. I float off, surveying the stark landscape that is my grave, my only choice is to keep moving, so I do. Hopefully some cabal finds me and rips me apart for the fun of it, but until then, I guess I learn. And learn I have, and learn I will.
Authors note: I didn't want to wrote this, but my girlfriend wanted me to, so I did. I used to write a lot, but I gave up on it, this is my first time trying since, I only spent an hour on this just to see where I was, any support or advice is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a great day, and one last thing.
Happy birthday Gabby