The Legend
With the intense atmosphere, we waited as we stared out from our post. A few meters away was our target: The Prince God of the Hive, Crota. We all gripped our firearms as we waited for the barrier to be taken down. I for one was nervous and excited at the same time. This was going to be the second time I took on a god. But I barely survived the last encounter. Then the barrier slowly dissolved into nothing and I looked in horror as the hive forces waited outside with eyes of hunger and ready to kill. Then my team and I sprang into action, without hesitation, with nothing to fear. With newfound courage, I grabbed my blade and struck out. It dissolved the horrid creature into nothing but ashes. We all fought and fought and fought. Then one of my comrades cried out as he was struck down by the blade of the hive swordbearer. We all faltered for a moment then kept on going. We had all agreed to keep going and defeat the beast, no matter the situation. I rammed my body into the swordbearer causing him to fall over the edge, dropping his sword in the process. I managed to seize it before it went along with the bearer. With that, I ran at Crota, with all my might. With a furious battle cry, I clashed with the prince god. We struck and struck and struck. But our blades met each other every time. Finally, I then struck at Crota, finding vulnerable spots without tending the critical wounds I was collecting. I couldn't lose there: I couldn't. The god then filled with anguish as he looked at the demon with a final glance. With that, I collapsed. Many years later, I was looking down a gravestone that was titled, "The Legend. The Prince's Death."