Entry Three : Disciple

"You wander alone." He spoke to me. Low. Crooked. Echoed. He was no longer just a man as he remained stood with his corrupted hand cannon aimed my way. "That would be unwise."

My bow shook as I stretched the string – clenching to it tightly. My eyes not once blinking behind the visor of my helm. But what hovered over him shook me further.
A Ghost? And it had the audacity to scan me as my own tends to do once a day…

/"Hunter. Risen. Or as the Vanguard have come to call "Guardians" instead. Either way, harmless. Though lost. Why her?"\

Those illuminated green hues narrowed to his Ghost's way – who itself was unnerved by it, like he knew better than to ever ask questions.

"Lower it." He then croaked to me. Notching the barrel of his gun in a forward motion to indicate at me to drop my bow. Yeah, right. "I won't want to tell you again that it would be unwise."

I exhaled from holding my breath too long. I was tired. Hungry. Lost. My bow lowered like it had its own will. My reliable Last Lullaby. But he huffed in my direction – taking pride in his intimidation. "Reputation does not evade you." I then spoke, though it was mumbled. "The one who turned his back on the Light."

"Just as you." No… No, I hadn't. I just… mourned the loss of my Fireteam. Although, I suppose I did find myself questioning the Traveller more as of late.

"I am of the Light."

"And yet you stray far from the Vanguard. Finding comfort in your solace as you beg the lie in the sky to give back to you what it never should have owned in the first place."

/"Rezyl…"\ That name was familiar. The Titan Rezyl Azzir; wielder of the Rose? /"Not her too…"\

The man ignored his Ghost, but I found myself oddly relaxing as he lowered his Hive decorated weaponry. How did he get that? "I could have freed the Light from you days ago, little Hunter. But… I can offer better."

"Has the Darkness made you naïve?" I hissed. "Like I'd constitute an offer from a rogue Guardian…"

"Do you know what's up there?" A single gloved finger of his pointed skyward. "The Moon. Truth is there. Truth I exposed myself to, and in return, allowed it to change me." Is that gun his Rose? Had corruption affected that too? "The Hive aren't just shells of chitin that eat worlds. Their Books of Sorrow offers much insight into the truth of the Traveller, and the planets it has seen." I didn't want to hear it. I removed my helmet. My Awoken eyes causing the darkened cave to harbour the glow. "Awoken?"

I simply trembled. "I hardly feel as such… The Traveller was the first thing I saw when I first awoke from my long slumber. I thought it was a God. Our salvation. And I was free to dedicate myself to it. But… it's not a God, is it? Ever since it arrived to Earth, its enemies have followed and left this planet to slowly die from within. I don't… know what to feel anymore."

"In my past, I was Rezyl Azzir. Devoted to the Light. Until I chose to single handily venture to our Moon, where it was I who discovered the nesting Hive. The longer I fought, the more my eyes awoke. But that man is dead. I, Dredgen Yor, exited from my battle with the Hive. And it is I who chose to walk a different path, yet become condemned for it."

"You killed civilians in Palamon!" I would allow him to recall. "You killed Jaren Ward, one of the most respected Hunters of that time. What gave you the right to just kill as you so pleased?"

I gasped. His gun pressed itself against my forehead, and I heard his finger tightly caress its trigger. "One lived." He told me. "I will shape him too, in time." I closed my eyes. I did not beg for my life. I did not weep of my regrets, despite my Ghost now doing its best to dissuade him; forgetting the fact he could just resurrect me. Though a part of me wanted my Ghost to be killed too, so that I could die properly, like I should have all those years ago.

"My Thorn is not hungry." Yor would growl, and I felt the weapon remove itself from my skin. "It takes strength to not beg for life, in these dark times. Despite how much you so eagerly welcomed it. Instead, you will follow. You will listen. And you will act when asked to. The name of Yor can not die."

I listened. I listened and I did not refuse. My Ghost begged, as did his own. I felt… wanted. A sudden hunger grew within to find truth. Yet as I stood there, the echo of a trigger being pulled rippled through the cave, and my body lay upon the ground. \"Silver!"/ A flash of Light followed as my Ghost resurrected me and I gasped for air. A pain tightened in my chest, and as I gazed down, I witnessed the burrowed thorn deep into my chest – which I pulled out. A black ooze exited the wound, but I felt the corruption travel through my veins; and it turning my Awoken eyes an illuminate green.

"Twilight." Yor spoke to me, holstering his Thorn as I moved to my knees – now kneeling before him. "The word that represents that of both the Light and the Darkness. You remain to exist in between the lines of both. Never to be devoured fully by either side. And so, you are my Dredgen Twilight. My first. And we will reveal the Truth to others."