My body, my broken body FraMe flies through the air. The beast had struck, faster than I could see, faster than the wind. I land on my feet as instincts kicked in, old training from a master who I cant recall. Ice, no, claws struck through the wind, an hailstorm of death. I dodge and weave through them without thinking, hardly even sensing them. I grapple onto frozen limbs, the beasts skin like flowing crystal yet I find purchase on it somehow. It flings me upwards and I am flying again. The air, that cold embrace of it, freezes my veins, ciRCuitS , claws into my inner being through the cracks of my hide, through the exposed flesh, into my mind...

A thud. A thud beat in my cold chest. I realize how unfamiliar it felt. I havent felt such a feeling forever, the first beats of an newborn. Warmth swells up inside me, yet I hold it back. Its invasive, wrong, I...

Time stretches. The beast claws at the air with its scything claws. I can see each and everyone of them, glistening meat blackened by the elements. I realize to what they belong to now. An beast from the Old War. An avatar of the Faceless Ones. I think of my blade, yet I dont find it on my back. Its already in my hand, my conciousness creeping into it and unifying us. An twisted claw misses me and without thought I use it as an platform to jump off from, invasive yet familiar power surging through my muscles SysTems as I somersault through the air in near perfect control. I land with a roll and spin to meet up with the monster, swinging my blade, the life taker, to parry an bone pike. Its eyes, those balefully burning ones, flare with outrage and a pitless maw of teeth opens up at me. A sway of my hands in total calmness and the air crystallizes from my touch, before exploding out into a bolt of pure frost that hit the beasts maw, breaking flesh and slowing it down just enough so I could dodge to the right off from it.

Everything feels complete. My destiny manifest is here and with the death oft his beast, I would become something more. I raise my hand and call in the raging elements as the beast aligns to lunge at me, screaming with the voice of a thousand stolen souls. I ignore it. I-am-in-control.

Like the roll of thunder the mountain side rumbles. The monster is meters away from me, about to devour me before I pull my hand down and the beast is swept away by an furious avalanche. I pursue, vaulting from one solid ice piece to the next or creating my own before I am ontop of the beast. Its trying to pull back from its cage of permafrost, but as I land on its neck and raise my reaper, I know its futile. The warmth, oh so tempting yet sinful, fills me as I let it go, the weapon in my hands thrumming with power. This is my life. This is true dominion, superiority...

I bring the blade down.

This is what I was created for.

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Its all gone.

The beast is along with the stabbing cold is gone. But the wasteland is still here.I gaze at it ontop of the highest mountain, the sun shining over me with impenuity, bathing me in its golden glow, a warmth like the one pulsing inside of me. Tranquility.

I wish it to stop.

My son...

An voice echoes from the sun. I recognize it. It is the one who called to me in my sleep and awakened me to the hell space. My hand clenches around the shaft of the great golden reaper still in my grasp. This voice, the voice of a mother, the voice of an savior, the voice of an...

Traitor.

I worried for you. That the journey would be too much for you. But here you are, rising greater than ever before...

Can I trust her? No, I cannot. How could I trust someone who has betrayed her own race? She would turn her back on me if it suited her. I am no son to her. Traitor.

But the final question lies. Will you take your destiny to the stars or stay with me? Stay with me, my warrior, my Tenno

Traitor. Traitor. TRAITOR. TRAITOR

... My past is drenched in blood. I have failed those who trusted me and that betrayal follows me like an hungry shadow, ever stalking me to sever my life line. I am no better than her.

My son... what will it be? Will you fight for my cause?

I bow before the sun and accept its warmth. It is a harsh galaxy. The legions of the Bastard Twins, the false led descendants of the Golden Gods. It would be the death of me. The death of many by my hand.

...I will, my Lotus.

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There we go! Always have wanted to do fanart of the game, but my style really doesnt suit it. So instead of taking references, I drew on the paper what ever came to my mind, hence the inconsistencies. I quite like it, but again... the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Hope you enjoy and have a listen to the inspiring song if you havent yet!

Wintersun - Sons of Winter and Stars : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMbFu457jGs

Art © :  sylvio
Warframe © : Digital Extremes