Mara's Goal: Transform Crow Into "Uldren Sov, the Lightbearer" (Destiny 2: Season Of The Lost)

So you wish to hear the rest of my brother's story? Fine. I will oblige you. When the Storm came, Rega and Ager rode the winds to meet it, a fleet of talons at their back. A great battle ensued. The Storm took, as was its nature. Many feel, Agre among them. Rega could only watch as he tumbled down, down, down... until her heart beat alone. She dove into the Storm, giving herself to destroy it. Rega's spirit ascended higher into the sky... where she hoped to reunite with her brother. Instead, she met the thing that sent the Storm. Unreachable by reasoning or bargaining... A voice in the darkness. Rega gathered her feathers into an aegis of wings... But over the years feathers broke away. Futility wore thin her resolve. Then, one day, her heart began to beat as it once had... doubled, distant... but different. A beautiful echo. Hope called her home. And though she prayed to find Ager there... ...he never returned. I still feel Uldren's heartbeat. Somewhere out there. When your Crow first stood in my halls, I saw an ember of my Uldren's burning in his breast. Curiosity... and a sibling fondness told me I could stoke that ember. I hope it is not a lie. I hope he is more than the last ebb of hot ash from a long dead flame. Many of his faults were not of his own making. Uldren's decisions were his, of course, but driven by whips in the hands of others. Myself included. I will have to offer him more than an old story of an empty promise if I wish to see that ember burn again. This is the path I led Uldren down. If certain actos had kept to their roles, I would have wielded Uldren Sov, Lightbearer. But even Mara Sov cannot control everyone. I celebrate his resurrection in this Light. But I detest seeing my brother rewritten - his greater self sloughed away and swept into the cellar. There is still good to draw from who he was. Don't squander it. He needs a star to guide him. Uldren or Crow, they are the same in that regard. Ager's scepter is yours then. Both its burden and the freedom it can provide. Be careful with it, Guardian. He is prone to devotion.