The two Guardians arrived on the pale dusty surface of the moon. The lessened gravity was the first thing Ivara took note of as she tried to take a step forward and ended up farther than she'd anticipated. She'd only been to the moon twice in her seven years of guardianship. The last time she was here it was to retrieve the bodies of her comrades.

Her first team had found her wondering the old city of Los Angelas with a crippled ghost in hand. The hive had been amassing in the area that she had been revived and damaged her ghost before it had revived her. Though crippled her ghost still had enough light to bring her back from the dead but after that was presumed dead.

The team discovered her and took her to the Tower where her ghost was repaired and she was geared up. The team stayed there for two days and when they were departing they offered to let her come with. She spent four years with those four only to watch them get cut down by the hive right before her eyes. The hive had no fondness in her heart.

"So. Where did you see the knight in your visions?" John broke the tense silence that had built up as she recalled the past.

"Hmm? Oh, the knight was by an alter the first time. I think it was the one next to the Hellmouth." She replied to him.

"Then lets get there and see what we can find." John said as he summoned his sparrow.

A red and white New Monarchy sparrow appeared behind him and he quickly got on it then looked to her. Her ghost had summoned her own sparrow thought it bore no insignia or faction symbol. She climbed onto her own and sped off, followed closely by John.

When they arrived at the wide open Hellmouth she pushed her sparrow towards the alter as fast as she could. John tried his best to keep up but the weight of his armor slowed even his sparrow. John met up with Ivara a few moments later. Her sparrow was gone and she was standing before the barren alter. A massive ring of footprints left by the hive circled the alter the led to the Hellmouth.

In silence she followed the tracks to the edge of the gaping abyss. Below she could see a faint green light but the more she looked the more her vision pierced the blackness. Hidden in the dark were many Hive though the were kneeling down and looking up seemingly towards her. She leans in a little closer and saw a green trail of energy snaking it's way towards towards her from the shadows. Again she heard the whispers, Rathulan, as the green light came closer. She felt a strange cold wash over her body. She could feel the goosebumps form on her arms and legs but couldn't move. The light grew closer and brighter, the whispers growing ever louder, Rathulan. She was trembling, not from the cold, from fear.

Her heart pounded away till it thumped in her ears. The light was now inches from her. John was checking the area around the alter and had no iota of what was happening. The green light circled around her and the clod she felt intensified and her arm began to tremble once again. It was like touching a dead mans skin, cool and clamy. Her heightened breathing came over the coma but she couldn't utter a word. Her soft pink lips trembled as the light seemed to pull her closer over the edge inch by inch. John heard the breathing and started to make his way towards the pit.

"Ivara? You okay?" He asked with a worried tone.

"J-John. Help" she managed to force from her mouth, her voice was cracking with fear.

John quickly broke into a full sprint before she could finish her plea for help. He came around from behind a boulder and saw Ivara on her knees by the pit, a glowing ring of hive magic around her. He charged toward her and the ring reacted. It quickly ripped her down into the dark below, her screams fading with her light.