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The prompt was “Nine”.

The sky opened up in front of them an odd murky grey green, as if it was instead a vast ocean. It was too hazy for stars and yet there were small pinpoints of light shimmering behind an object she struggled to name. She’d been told it was a body, but it was unlike any body she had ever seen. Maybe because it was not humanoid in any way shape or form nor did it reflect any of the alien races she’d ever fought.

                  Tentacles spread out away from its central core. Its size was so immense and the gloom so pervasive that Ariadne wasn’t sure exactly how far out the tentacles spanned. The center mass of the object looked somewhat like an eye, but again she couldn’t be sure her language was correct. Ariadne was simply labeling this thing with the best words she could and much like its physical visage, it may well be beyond her vocabulary’s scope.

                  Ariadne had heard of the Nine from nearly the beginning of her life as a Guardian. It was always said with an odd, hushed reverence. Unless it was Drifter, but he what really did he fear? And then, of course, there was the enigmatic Xur who arrived at odd hours in the Tower to sell wares and tell anyone who would listen that his will was not his own. Ariande’s personal favorite was Space Horse, a being that looked cut out of the brightest patch of starry sky and made into the shape of a horse. She’d often felt that if that being was of the Nine, how terrifying could they be? She now stood corrected as this behemoth, while dead, made her skin crawl in ways that made her want to flee.

                  She held fast as she was also not alone. Lodi and Ikora stood in front of her, talking excitedly back and forth as Ariadne tried to make sense of the Eldritch horror in front of her. Exhausted from the battle she’d just overcome, Ariadne was glad to hand over the reins to other, more qualified adults. She stood slightly behind them, unable to give much attention to their rapid speech. The Witness had been vanquished. The “big bad” was gone and yet here they were again, traversing both space and time for yet more fighting. Would it ever end, Ariadne thought to herself.