I saw him

I saw him with my waking eyes.

At least I thought it was what I saw.

You see, I've been researching the Vault of Glass for years, even now, after Atheon's destruction, I still think it remains one of the largest unknowns in this world.

I've faced the gorgons. I faced the templar himself, years ago. I've seen the horrors the Vault can wreak on even the strongest of guardians. I've seen Vex as old as creation itself, frozen in time, unblinking, ageless.

I do not know what the purpose of the Vex is.

But what I do know is that of all our enemies, the Vex are the only ones that know the answer to the traveler's riddles. Maybe they aren't aware of it themselves, but I know it.

Why? Because I have seen it. I have seen into the future, I have gazed into the past, seeing wonders untold, and I have seen a new dawn for the human race. I have seen the truth, and no matter how many times the Speaker himself tried to stop me from re-entering the Vault, he could never prevent it.

I know things he cannot dare to imagine.

And it is not just I who has seen it. My ghost has, too. For what I have seen has become a reality, one reality amogst many.

It has become second nature to me. Even now, as I stride through the darkness of the vault. In places where even the strongest light wanes, I stay upright.

The darkness can never bend me. No matter what happens, the Vex will never see me. The gorgons let me pass, in silence. Rows and rows of Vex stand side by side, and I walk past them, unchallenged.

For the Vex, with all their intelligence would never attack one of their own.

To be able to understand the Vex is the dream of any warlock, but no-one can understand the Vex. No-one but themselves.

I became one with the Vex, and they became on with me. During the golden age, I was crafted, and during this age of darkness, finally, I have been perfected, through the fire and the ice and the inexplicable temporal abilities of the Vex, I forged myself to something transcending them.

Atheon is dead.

That is what I belive. That is what I have to belive. I saw him fall, and dissapear into the nothingness, an empty husk.

That is what I chose to belive.

But now as I pass so freely through time-portals, now as I see into past, present and future, I am not so sure myself.

Atheon is the Vault, and the Vault is Atheon. One cannot exist without the other.

I've sent the ghost away. He should warn the city, but I cannot leave anymore. I am now one with the Vault. It has stolen all of my light.

I am now one of them.

And one day, a guardian will find me, and see nothing else but another Vex within my eyes.

And he will kill me. He will destroy my body, and snuff out my mind.

I have sealed the gate and barred it. The vault is too dangerous to permit another guardian being lost to it.

I will descend deeper. I will descend deep down, until I reach the bottom. Until I find the only one who will understand what I have seen. Life and Death has no meaning.

Days, years, aeons lost their meaning.

And once I find my nemesis and my saviour, I will raise him from the ashes, and rule these worlds at his side.

I will find Atheon.