Do you remember the first moment you wake up into this world by the light of your ghost? Do you remember the overwhelming shock and fear your body feels after the last known feeling it ever exhibited was the cold embrace of death? Do you remember your body being pulled from the cold dark depths into the warm glow of 'The Light'? Do you ever ask yourself why you given this task? Do you ever wonder if the light is honestly a gift or a punishment?

A Warlock sits with one leg over the other with two or three tomes levitating around him. The black metallic plating of his face and those menacing glowing red eyes were entranced in the various lore's he was studying. His name was Raven-13. A Warlock of a most peculiar nature. Not many understand his eccentricities. Some compared him to Asher Mir. Obsessive, driven, exasperating when diving deep into his theories. Some compare him to Eris Morn. A loner, enigmatic, wise, but dangerous when crossed. Those who truly knew him understood that Raven was always hungry for knowledge. He questioned everything. Any thought he had he would question it's nature. Any moment he experienced he questioned its importance. Any knowledge he would gain he would question its validity. Today was no different.

Books were his home. He felt safe in archives of The Hidden studying every tome when his curiosity was aroused. A small ghost floated around him known as Zhu Que. The ghost spoke to it's Guardian in a formal tone, "What's on your mind today Master Raven?" The Exo Warlock hummed in response as he flipped the pages of his books. The Ghost nodded as if understanding what his Guardian had said, "I see. Do you require another tome for your research?" Raven pointed upwards as a small Celestial Flame burned on the tip of his fingers flying off to guide Zhu Que to the necessary tome, "Understood Master Raven." The ghost that had an air of proper etiquette and manners gracefully made his way to the specified shelf the flame guided him too. The Light had a good idea of which tome Raven was requested and trasmatted it to his guardian.

Raven without a second thought held out his left hand at which point the book materialized in front of him. Using his powers over the Light he had it floating around him with the other books and flipped through the pages to the specific chapter he was looking for. His eyes darting all around between four different books as his brained raced at the speed of light to his thoughts. The four books he was reading were titled as follows The First, The Dark Ages, The First Warlock, and The Light Within

Zhu Que returned to his Guardians side and as he arrived Raven stood at attention in the air and waved his hands closing all four books and moved them down to the tables below to be returned to the shelves later. He gestured his left hand forming Celestial in his hand and shaping it into the form of a generic guardian.

"Why are we chosen by The Light and what qualifies each and everyone of us Lightbearers to wield it? All of us are different but there must be some key factor within our beings for us to categorized as WORTHY. Is it genetic? But if that were the case what factors an Exo's worth? Could it be something metaphorical as the strength of ones soul being worthy of holding the Light? But if that's the case what makes me special above others? Why are some chosen over others? And at that it never seems to be equal in right. As The Dark Ages have shown us with The Warlords not every light bearer is benevolent. I wouldn't even consider myself benevolent. Neutral at best. I see someone in trouble of course I'll try to save them but I'm not a Titan who will risk life and limb for an impossible cause, But why was I chosen? The very first breath I drew was one of fear. Fear of being alive when somehow I knew I had died previously. Fear of not knowing anything yet at the same time knowing having the knowledge equivalent to one of my age."

He snuffs the guardian he made instantly and continues floating in the air voicing his theories aloud, "We are and yet we aren't a Tabula Rasa. Reborn with no knowledge of who we were and what we were. A blank slate yet to be engraved with the experiences of the individual. Yet somehow when we're reborn we know how to walk, speak, write, think, fight, act, and chose. If we are truly a blank slate in personality then why are we reborn with the will to build a new identity. Is the original being flawed? Can we truly be considered reborn if we have nothing of our past existence to grasp onto? What defines the Lightbearer Raven-13 no compared to what defines the Raven-13 who died during The Collapse? Was I still well-versed in my studies? Or was I a delinquent? Was I of a higher class in society? Or was I a criminal who was given no choice but to become an Exo? Questions plague my mind everyday and yet the closer I come to answer the more questions I find alongside those answers."

Zhu Que looks at his Guardian listening intently to every word he speaks aloud. His movement as he speaks his thoughts are almost Shakespearean. Raven gestured emphatically as celestial fire danced around him as if dancing to his thoughts. If one thing could be truly understood about Raven-13...it was that he was truly eccentric and absorbed in his thoughts.