2) Blog a Little Blog of Me...

  Ghost said my last post was a little lacking in explanation.  He said, "What if the reader has no idea who the Traveller is or what a ghost is?" I told him he was being nit-picky and annoying.  However, I will try to explain a little more, since the whole purpose of this charade is to record our doings, my doings, for posterity. I can't help but feel silly, but Ghost insists it is for the best.

  Who is the Traveller?

  Who knows? To look at him, or it, certainly isn't very revealing. He looks sort of like a big ball of rock that his been cracked and broken in a couple places, but as Cayde would say "looks ain't everything." I suppose I will have to explain who Cayde is later - just know he would definitely say something like that, then follow it up later after something unusual happened with an "Am I right or am I right? Right." That's Cayde, but I was trying to explain the Traveller, and that is another story. It is really difficult to say who he, she, it is, because we really don't interact on a personal - no witty  conversation or poignant moments. The Traveller, however does power our Ghosts and in turn provides us with an energy we all just classify as light.  That light gives us the ability to do so many things. I don't know if the Traveller gives us our light, or if he simply activates the light that is inherent in humanity. Maybe that is why he chose us - or maybe someone chose us and sent him to us. Could he simply be the messenger of the Creator, bearing a gift to humankind or restoring humankind to a level from which we fell? I don't know, and perhaps this begs the question of what a human is - with guardians different than average folk, and with there being mechanical humans, and undead humans from outer space... I guess in some sense we are all undead; our Ghosts did bring us back from remains and all. It's a bit boggling and gives me a headache.

  Oh, I nearly forgot to explain Ghosts. Aside from being a little annoying voice on your shoulder all the time, how would I describe them. An annoying "little light." Yes, I said it just to tweak him - he hates being called that. One day I will come up with an appropriate name for Ghost, just not now. Ghost is a sentient little shard of the Traveller's light wrapped in a strange mechanical construct about the size of a man's fist and shaped a bit like a star. Though they don't keep us from dying, Ghosts can resurrect us, and they retain tons of knowledge - some absolutely useless. They can also scan for and through objects and gather useful data, though most of the time, Ghost just talks my ear off and gets me to do random things like record this diary.

  I told you in my last post about combat, and that is one of the places where the Traveller's light and Ghost's power is very important. For whatever reason Guardians are able to shape our energy into weapons of various powers and forms to use in defense against the minions of darkness.  Why every sentient species in the universe is intent on mayhem and destruction against Earth; I don't know. It seems everything that crawls out from under some rock wants to crush humanity and devour the Traveller's light. Power-mad insect mob-type things, strange undead fanatical death-cult things, massive war-machine societies, and time-traveling living pieces of artifice: these are the things that go bump in the night, in the day, at all hours all over the galaxy. Extinction is their goal - extinction of human kind and taking the Traveller's power.
  So we forge weapons. And we forge ourselves into weapons.We scavenge the designs of our enemies and of humanity's golden years in a desperate attempt to keep ourselves and our world alive. We fight, we fall, we get up to fight again - to fight better, to fail better, until we conquer, until we do not fail. And then we fight some more.

We fight and fight and fight.

T.S.

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