(For all two of you waiting for the next installment of Dreams, I've decided to wait until TTK drops to do part two. The more I poke around, the more I realize how much important info will come to light. Until then, here's a little something.)

I have existed for two days. Two days ago, a little machine plucked me out of the beyond and clad me in armor. He calls me a Titan yet I do not feel titanic. I am scared. There is so much to process and so many questions to ask, such as why a rifle already feels like an extension of my soul.

I am told that our fortress in the sky is not usually such a somber place. It is a place of strategizing and warfare, yes, but I am told that in whatever these people quantify as "normal" times, the mood is kept light. That is not the time we find ourselves in.

I am told that a war is coming. A real, genuine war, not the guerrilla entanglements that I have found myself in the last two days. I have only encountered four-armed beasts that were armed to the teeth. The friends I have made in our fortress in the sky have seen worse. Yet they speak somberly of what is coming.

An armada is coming with a god at its head. I scoffed when they deified the invasion's leader, but it seems I have been born into a world full of the supernatural. Lightening coats my hands when I want it to. My friend rose from the dead bathed in fire. Gods are coming to kill us. Machines seek to claim time and reality itself.

I do not want to be scared. I want to be strong. I want to live up to my title. How am I supposed to stand up to a god? How am I supposed to look to the stars and scream my challenge to the monsters that crawl among us?

I have existed for two days. Yet I am to be a foot soldier in the coming war against evil itself. I am told we have scored great victories. But even those who were born early enough to witness such things are reserved about our odds against the Taken King. I have existed for two days. I do not know how many more I will see.