we are an army of the chosen dead

Per Audacia Ad Astra ✨

Example:

Rising was like this:

Darkness. First there was only utter darkness.

Then came a starburst that flowered across the void, unfurling itself into a pattern of dizzying complexity, rippling with a meaning just barely beyond comprehension.

In the next moment, Reina existed; she felt Light dancing along her ribs and shivering down her spine, locking her back into a human body.

She shuddered and drew breath. Opened her eyes.

Arete hovered above her, pieces drawn together with concern. “You’re all right!” she said, but the cheer was forced.

It took a moment for Reina to get her tongue working. To get her memories working.

They had been out on patrol in the Cosmodrome, but there were no enemies to be found. They had made camp and started a fire. They had sat up together, Charis resting her head against Reina’s shoulder, and talked of everything and nothing.

And then Charis had flinched away, and pulled out her shotgun.

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The heavy banks of clouds were dark on the horizon, but overhead the sky was bright, burnished blue. Reina knelt in the familiar Warlock meditation posture and squinted against the dazzling sunlight as she looked up into the air where Isolde floated, practicing the Dawnblade.

Wreathed in the golden light, Isolde looked almost like a second sun. Even from a distance, Reina could feel the wave of heat each time one of her flaming swords crashed down onto the ground. With each sword, she could also feel a wave of Light. It was familiar—the song of Solar energy, the peculiar modulation of Isolde’s Light. But there was a subtle change: the song was brighter now, sharper but also sweeter.

They’d all changed, facing Oryx. Charis walked more heavily now that she carried the Nightstalker’s bow. Madrigal-9 volunteered to play with the children of the City, and stared at them with a new sadness flickering in her throat. Gavin no longer complained about having to serve the Traveler. Reina woke from dreams of Arc energy coursing through her bones, and Ikora Rey’s words echoing in her brain: What does it mean to be a Warlock? Power.

On this day, my birthday, 9 years ago, I received the Destiny 1 collection.

DANCING WITH MY NEW BEST FRIEND 😍