I was reborn by the Dinklage, an incredible and awe inspiring moment. I wanted to fight. I traveled all across Russia, fighting terrific beasts from hell. I fought Greg the Dreg, Randal the Vandal, and the most terrifying of them all, Hank the Shank. Once my mission was done, I was brought to the moon. Once again, I had to fight more beasts from hell. I fought Paul the Thrall, and banished him from the universe. I was sent to Venus, where things were much different. I fought mechanical beasts. I fought Robin the Goblin, and bested him after a long and strategic fight that lasted for over 6 minutes. I traveled to Mars, where obesity ran rampant. Here is where I met my greatest foe. Lyon the Psion stalled my progress of defeating the darkness for over 20 minutes, and when he finally fell to my rockets, I relieved myself on his corpse. What a triumphant moment. With the Darkness gone, what would I do? I entered the Vault with 5 fellow Guardians who had the same story as me. We defeated Atheon, and prepared for the last fight. At the top of the Vault, something was coming towards us. After struggling through a tense 30 seconds, which had seemed to be almost 2 minutes, the figure appeared to us in full view. His name was Xylar, the most powerful being in the universe. He spawned in all of the beasts we had killed. Greg, Randal, Hank, Paul, Robin, and Lyon. They all rushed towards us, and we shot off our Gjallarhorns in unison. All of the reincarnated beasts melted before our eyes, and we turned our focus to Xylar. I switched to my Icebreaker, for this would be a long fight and I would need a constant supply of ammunition. The fight lasted over 7 hours, but we had done it. We had killed Xylar. Our legend would be told throughout the universe. My team of guardians would always be there, waiting to defend the light. Since then, we have grown old. One of my fellow guardians just disappeared, but not before gifting me her pulse. I asked why, but she told me there was no time to explain. We have never been able to replace her, and took on all other challenges as a team of 5. Crota fell to the Keepers blade, and Skolas fell to the mighty Gjallarhorn. The Taken King, known as Oryx, fell next. Since then, nothing more has appeared that calls for our aid. Maybe, one day, I'll see my old friend, and hope she has some time to explain. Until that day comes, I'll just be sitting here, longing for more legends to be created...