Life is endless for Guardians. So endless we forget about the nothingness waiting for us on the other side. Nothingness even the Light can't block forever. Every Guardian in that Tower will die and the Darkness will be the sole power of this universe.

I await that moment.

But now, I walked briskly through the night. Nothing out here scared me, but I still had somewhere I wanted to be, people I wanted to find. Now with my allegiance sworn to the Darkness, I understand life to be fragile objects, easy to be destroyed and lost forever. There's one thing that my mind seems to not let meet the criteria. Jaren Ward, that Hunter... Some weak part of me couldn't kill him, I don't know why.

Before the City, before its walls, I remember Jaren and I. We were partners back then, equals. Not split between the Light and Dark like we are now. Before the City, we found a settlement together, Palamon. So much happened... So much I cannot remember now, all I know is that he was there and he was someone I considered a... A friend...

I physically shook my head. That didn't mean anything now. He's just another creature that wields the Light. He needs to be killed.

My walk was long. I wanted to walk a bit, to think about some things. Jaren and I, and that settlement from long ago. The one he pointed out earlier was not Palamon, not even close to it. But Jaren was staying for the night their, unaware I had snuck away. My plan was to walk to my ship, to fly to Palamon, to kill, destroy everything in sight. Maybe that's what I need to do to eliminate my feeling of connection with Jaren.

Once again, I began to remember things. I remember Jaren talking, wondering if that kid, Shin, was still alive. He mentioned how the child would be a lot older now and how he would have to catch up with him. I remember not reacting at all. He then glanced at me, as if he thought something was not right with me.

Dumb Hunters, I thought to myself. There's nothing wrong with me in the Darkness, everything's right.

But then I get back to thinking about Jaren, centuries and centuries ago. I remember how different it was back then, how Warlords with their tyranny roamed the land. Back then you either submit to the Warlords, or you were able to fly under their radars. Jaren and I had stuck together, we taught each other things. He knew how to concentrate his Light through weapons, making them and himself stronger. I, in my foolish age, had practiced my strength and powers, able to call the Light up in short bursts of energy and anger. Jaren and I had worked together back then, why are we so different now?

I stopped in my tracks, taking in a deep breath. For a moment there was silence and I looked up. Out here there's not a light for miles. Every star shines its brightest against a sky of dark blue. The stars disgust and mesmerized me at the same time. Stars, so far away, burning Solar Light. Solar Light that needed to be destroyed.

"Bring the ship down from orbit," I snapped through the silence and the sound of the wind whistling through the dying trees around me. "Now."

"What are you planning," my Ghost's voice was weak.

I looked around for it, but after a while, I concluded he never appeared before me at all. I wanted to laugh at him. Must be too afraid to talk with me face to face. Too afraid of what I've become.

"Show yourself," I snapped, my voice sharp in the quiet air. "Demands should be made face to face. Unless you can't. Unless you're too much of a coward to face me."

Just as the words escaped my lips my Ghost appeared with a flash of Light in front of my eyes. I reared back in disgust at the very presence of Light so close to me.

"You're my Guardian..." He hesitated. "I am not afraid to face you, and I would highly suggest you tell me whatever it is you're planning."

"So you can talk me out of it?"

"Yes," he answered without fear, which mildly annoyed me.

Does it realize I can kill it whenever I want to? All I'd have to do was reach over. Titan's aren't that fast and their hand-eye coordination can be off, but I'm not a Titan anymore. The essence of who I was might still be trapped inside of me, but the Darkness is strong, it can someday cleanse me from this... disgusting existence.

"What are you planning?" He repeated.

"You do not need to know," I kept my voice cold.

"I think I do," he said, sounding his usual nervous self but trying to even it out. "I've said this before, but I still do believe it's not too late."

"I'm a killer. That Hunter wasn't the only one I've killed, won't be the last." I stated without any remorse.

"Yes, Rezyl, I know that," he sighed. "But you can go back, we can think of an excuse or you can turn yourself in. All I want is you to return to the Tower, to be yourself again."

I frowned, "I've told you not to call me that."

"What, Rezyl, your name?" My Ghost challenged.

"He's dead," I said simply.

A sudden large gust of wind passed, blowing some of the leaves from around us. They twirled up into the sky only to drop back down moments later.

"Oh yeah?" My Ghost asked, sounding tired. "Then why am I looking right at him?"

"All that was him died in those Hive chambers," I answered. "It was there that I was born, a new person, forged in Darkness, not Light."

"It was a dream!" My Ghost yelled.

I paused, staring at its shuddering shell.

"It was all bad dreams," it continued, awfully emotional for my taste, but I listened. "I knew I should've convinced you to stay on Earth, stay beneath the Traveler. You should never have entered the Hive nests, I should've stopped you... Now you're responsible for a trail of destruction and death, and there's nothing either of us can do!"

Neither my Ghost nor I spoke for what seemed like hours. We stared at each other as if competing for who can remain staring the longest. The Ghost didn't break under my stare and I finally decided it was time to break the silence.

"If you're so unhappy, then leave."

My Ghost didn't move for a second, then he floated back as if surprised, then forward as if he wanted to say something. After another rotation of floating in nearly every direction he stopped. "Rezyl..."

"I don't need you," I said. "I can barely stand the residue left behind when I was freed from my Light, and I've lost my patience with you."

The Ghost looked like it didn't want to leave. I brought a hand down to my waist and snatched the Thorn out of its holster. "Leave," I said again.

This time it did. The Ghost vanished with one final sad look, the look of someone who realized they can't save someone.

I kept the Thorn raised, in case it returned or spoke to me. A part of me snarled, wishing I had killed the Ghost, but the other part of me fought with it, explaining that I wouldn't need to let anyone else go now. I was free from the Light holding me back. I could do, go, and be whoever I wanted. I could kill Guardians without a voice on my shoulder telling me it's the wrong thing.

I could finally be Dredgen Yor.

My head snapped around at the sound of Sparrows heading towards me. No. Not towards me, the weird sounds... Were they doing tricks?

I took several strides forward and stopped. In the distance, I could see two Sparrows with bright tails shining behind them. I saw one of the Sparrows curl back around, speeding up and off a ramp I couldn't see at this distance in the dark. The Sparrow spun around twice before landing back on the ground, right side up.

I felt a smile forming. I lifted my Thorn in response.