It was a long and cold winter, yet at the end he was still left standing.
Balon Rener was a young looking guardian, short orange hair, green eyes, and a British accent, or what was British until the European continent had been declared a dead zone, only allowing guardian's in for crucible events. Crucible he thought, It certainly has been a few years since I've participated there. After more and more guardians had grown stronger and mastered the crucible, he found it pointless to train there and grow. Instead he had ventured into the wilderness of Russia, only seeing other guardians every few weeks patrolling. He had rarely ever seen Taken, after the fireteam of 6 had went into Oryx's ascendant realm and slain Oryx himself, they were rare and almost extinct. Even the Hive had been thinning out as of late, after the Siva incident had plagued Russia the Fallen had almost annihilated the Hive on Earth, they were scared and had entered hiding to avoid the guardians and Siva.