They looked up. The same foggy sky glared back at them with gluttonous intent. The awoken crow, glaring at them from a nearby branch. Waiting for its prey to weaken before its lust for sustenance could take over. The branch was noticeably attached to a dead tree. So withered that the crow pounced into the sky, allowing for the currents to guide it high into the tides of change. Not even the crow, trusted the dead wastelands of the infamous Divalian Mists.
They watched the transaction, between the crow and the branch. Only murmuring words of uncertainty before continuing on their endless journey.
For what seemed like hours, they went over the path they had followed to get here, thinking about how the situation was completely wrong in every aspect of the word. How had they managed to lose sight of their goals and ideas at such a crutial time for humanity. All this fighting amoungst one another had begun to drive them mad.
They stopped to ponder this for a moment. All things considered, They had done well. It was their ghosts fault for withholding information about their target from them. She should have told them their target was the Queen of the Reef. Maybe if they had been informed, their fireteam would still be alive.
The Young Guardians train of thought had plundged them into a bout of violent depression. They were exhausted, their legs and feet ached like oblivion. How long had it been, since their entrance into the mist. How long had they been pacing over the pale stone, drifting in the mists. The hungry, gluttonous mists of the Dreaming City.
The Young Guardian persisted on for what seemed like days, until they spotted something. Deep in the mists ahead, stood a giant silhouette. A twinkle of hope shimmered in the eyes of the young lightless guardian behing their helmet. They thought it resembled a Stasis shard.
Before they had lost the light to the Queen. They had heard of guardians utilising a new form of power called, the darkness. The guardians had named the powers it granted stasis and the fundamental lessons or crash course you would be offered after interacting with one are stasis shards. Supposedly, they act as steps towards wielding the full power of stasis.
They had once thought the idea of such a thing was vulgar and wrong. But now, they did not know just how terrible such a thing could be. To be powerless, lightless in a world where one needed power ti survive, at the bare minimum was essentially suicide.
They could run into too many problems they couldn't solve. The world was plagued by alien species and currently they were trapped within the thrown world of a very powerful and capable enemy.
As they drew closer to the Monument. They came to realise what the silhouette truly was. They also came to the conclusion that 'giant stasis shard' was not too far off the bat. This was a monolith.
The reason they had sought to strike the Queen, Mara Sov down. This was because guardians were now utilising darkness and such things didn't sit well with the Awoken Queen. Before the darkness was acquired however. Giant black Pyramid ships dotted the skies of all the planets in the system. At first, there was nothing. No invasion, no communication. Just silence. But soon after they arrived they began to launch giant Monoliths that held the key to stasis within them to all the planets in the realm. The Young Guardian thought that this must be one of them!
In truth it wasnt the monolith they had intended to steal from the queen. In fact they were farely certain that this was not on humanities or the awokens radar.
The Young Guardian raced towards the Monolith. Eager to return home to the tower.
But wait. Would they even be allowed back home? After all, they had ran away after the imminent death they and their fireteam faced after they were stripped of the light and their ghosts were slaughtered. He was, oh god! He was a deserter!
The realisation was too much, they almost keeled over but steadied themselves by holding their arms out as if walking a tight rope.
The Young Guardian shook their ragged head and took a deep breath before deciding to focus on the situation before them. If they could regain power, some form of power. Maybe it would give them the strength to find their way out of this mess. Even if it was the darkness. They could always give it up as soon as they made it out of the Dreaming City.
They nodded their head in agreement with their own plan. Furthering their own suspicions of their own decent into insanity.
The Young Guardian approached the monolith and put forward their outstretched hand towards the monolith, hoping, praying for someone to hear their plea for help and grant them power. Yet when their hand had made the connection. It was not the darkness that answered their plea for help.
It was her which they had dreamt nightmares about. She that made grown men shiver. It was she that answered the beckons of a single, insignificant, lightness guardian.
She descended as if a malevolent deity,
Savathûn, the Witch Queen.