He robbed from the dark
And he gave to the light
Stood up to the Vex
And gave them what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
A hero of the Tower
The exo called Cayde
Our Cayde saw the refuges' backs brakin'
He saw the refuges' laments
And he saw the Fallen takein'
Every glimmer and leavin' but scrap
So he said “you can't do that to my people”
He said “you can't crush them under your heel”
So Cayde strapped on his Iron
And in 5 seconds flat
Stole everythin' The Baron had to steal
He Robbed from the dark
And he gave to the light
Stood up to the Hive
And gave them what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
A hero of the Tower
The exo called Cayde
Now here is what separates heroes
From common folk like you and I
The exo they called Cayde
He never backed down
And he let his Ace hit sky
He save my life
And so many more
The exo they called Cayde
He stole away our pain
And let his light guide us throe the sky
He robbed from the dark
And he gave to the light
Stood up to the Cabal
And gave them what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
The Hero of The Tower
A man they called Cayde
The woman thought that leaving her session solely with the vanguard would save some sanity within—or what’s left of it. Her dream haunted her as much as all the others. The darkness that she held gave some sense of direction with the enemies that dwell within the shadows. Oryx gave her a dream of destruction and power. Gaul’s dream created a world of chaos and lightless-possibilities. This new, strange dream made Selene jump awake from her bed and drink coffee and tea until the next morning... because she wouldn’t sleep again. Yes, Oryx gave her the worst nightmares, but a dream of shooting her Vanguard Hunter was close to it.
So, like all the other horrors and mystery dreams she had, Selene went to the Vanguard in search of an answer. Finally, they understood her power and her Light. They would listen to her.
And they listened.
And after explaining the entire dream of aiming down Cayde’s own weapon at his forehead, she knew her future self wouldn’t be holding the gun. The biggest question was: Who?
“Selene?” Cayde-6 jogged up to the woman who paused in the hall. She finally turned, eyes darkened from stress but hidden well underneath eyeliner. “Hey.”
“So I heard stories of what you did for the city after Gaul.” Cayde spoke quickly—like he normally did, and this time he talked even faster.
“And I also heard of magical spells you made for the children and their lost families—“
“Charms.”
“What?”
“They weren’t ‘magical spells.’” She blinked slowly, clearly tired. “They were charms.”
“Ahh, right. So your spells did a lot to those kids and families and, well, I was wondering...”
The Vanguard Hunter paused for a moment, voice box blue light appearing through his mouth in a quiet curse. His robotic hands searched through his pockets. Thoroughly. Hands digging into each crevasse, even flipping them inside out. Things fell from them; Gum packages, dust, lint, small knives, even smaller knives—“Ah cotton socks, I left it at home.”
“Cayde, I don’t understand what you—“
“Let’s just use this.” His fingers flipped out a faded red ticket from his boot pocket and put it inches from her face, which made her lean away from. “Can you put some magic on this? It’ll do for now. I’ll need to go get my charm back at my apartment later, but-“
“You want me to charm this?” Plucking it from his fingers she then took a look at it. A coupon ticket. One free bowl of Ramen with a side of gyoza. “Uhh—“
“I know, it’s expired. Won’t give you anything. For now, can ya give that little paper a cool magic spell?” He wiggled his fingers at her.
“Cayde...” Selene began to shake her head, but he leaned in close and whispered “for me? Your favorite Vanguard leader?”
The wolf tilted her head at him “you’re worrying me...”
“Don’t be silly!” Cayde scoffed and threw his hands. “You made one for Ikora, remember? Now I want one. Join in on the fun!”
“Using a... ticket.” She was holding it a foot away from her nose but she could definitely smell the hint of wear and tear from it. And his dirty pockets.
“Don’t mind that, I’ll get you a better charm when I come back.”
“Wait, you’re leaving—“ Cayde-6 grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around, keeping an arm behind her back as he walked her out the hall. “Never mind that,” he interrupted. “I’ll be back in two days and by that time I’ll get you the right thing to... charm.”
The doors opened by his free hand and he gently pushed Selene through them. “Now. Ikora, Baldy and I need to discuss your little vision on our own. If you don’t mind, we’ll call you in a few hours.” Selene’s hand lifted and her mouth opened in a snarl but by the time words came out, the door was closed.
She pressed the ticket in her pocket throughout the day. When she entered her house, her books were the first thing to come to mind. They opened hesitantly, each thick page dared to give her the slightest of clues of her dream... and what Cayde was up to.
Selene couldn’t understand why Cayde-6 wanted her to Charm a simple ticket. Symbolic, almost. He loved the Ramen shop, and he definitely held on to old things. Selene called him a Hoarder for jokes, but sometimes she wondered it was really true. However, her Vanguard leader requested such a thing... and so it shall be.
Selene made the charms for the citie’s people to bring hope. They never worked as a “lucky charm” or gave a supernatural appeal. She knew that. But after a war, people would cling to anything for a little sliver of happiness. So that’s what she did.
Cayde is asking for the same thing as if he needed some of his own Hope. That worried her. Whatever they were speaking of in the Tower left her in the Dark. Cayde had disappeared at the end of the day, and Selene was left with the last item Cayde will ever give to her.
