When its spark was first ignited it awakened to the world with a bright, curious, eye. At first there was no such thing as identity, no need for descriptions for it had only one purpose. To protect the Light that had given it form. Creator. Keeper. Defender of the light that silently watched over everything while it slumbered, helpless. But as time wore on things began to change. Amongst the other beings now called Ghost by their partners it became known as Charon and Charon was what the humans might consider 'male.' His personality and outlook changed the longer he spent on Earth, endlessly searching amongst the dead. Programming embedded deeply into his very spark calling him t find his perfect partner, a wielder of the light.
The longer the lone Ghost searched the more focused on his task he became, to the exclusion of all else. When greeted by other Ghosts or their Guardians he barely acknowledged their existence, and if he did it was more often than not a terse response before he continued his lone task. Over time the other Ghosts began to dwindle. Most found their Guardians quickly and left for the City, intent on their duty. Some moved on to other places, certain their Guardian could not be found on Earth. While some faced the Darkness and perished in the fight.
On and on he searched, each failure weighing heavy upon his tiny frame. Each false scan making him feel more hopeless and more determined to find his Guardian. Until that fateful day finally came to pass.
Searching the Russian Cosmodrome he had scanned practically everything in his centuries of searching. Everything except the old warehouses. A sense of dread came over him as he flew closer, scanning the buildings to test their structural integrity. "At least it doesn't look like it will collapse on my head…" Skeptical he would find much inside the warehouses he chose one that looked the least run down to start with. He'd had a few near misses in the past and it made him wary. Perhaps that was good, what with the Fallen skulking about in droves.
Charon started near the doorway, the old wood sagging and rotten from weather and age. Floating inside through a section of blown out wall he continued his work in silence. Only the sound of wind rustling through the old structure and timber creaking were present to keep him company. Inside he noted that there were more remains than he had assumed and once again he felt his hope rise. As with all Ghosts he was certain there was a reason he had yet to find his own Guardian. Certain that there was a grand plan and that he would be united with the one who made him feel whole.
Passing by a section of collapsed inner wall he scanned the area and something echoed off his sensors. A skeletal hand poked out from beneath the debris and Charon felt a jolt of excitement. It took a bit of work to unearth the body from the pile of junk on top of it, but it was worth it. When he finally finished he scanned the entire skeletal structure of the remains and his spark cried out with joy. He'd finally found his Guardian, at last!
Once the scans were complete he began the reconstruction. It was his first time bringing something dead back to life and briefly he worried that it would go awry. That the reason he hadn't found his Guardian for so long was because he was inadequate. Something deep within his spark comforted him, assuring him that he wouldn't mess up. Nothing could keep him from his Guardian, from their shared destiny.
Finally complete he heard a long gasp as the form on the ground began to twitch and groan. Long black hair fell down her back, between her shoulders, as violet eyes blinked in confusion. Simple robes covered her slender, petite, frame and he briefly wondered if she were a child. Had he made a mistake? Her head swivelled back and forth, looking at the destruction around her, then she looked up at him. There was no way he could be wrong about this. She was perfect, and she was his.
"I've been looking for you everywhere, Guardian." He said with a huff of exasperation, voice tinged with joy. Scanning the human, for that was what she was, he noticed something hanging from her neck as she stood on trembling legs. "Oh, what's this?" Coming closer he scanned the small card. It appeared to have writing on it, along with his Guardian's picture. "Te-ne-bree-ah. Tenebria? I'm guessing it's your name." Lifting the card up to look at it she frowned slightly, not recognizing the words and barely recognizing the image. Opening her mouth a couple times she closed it again and thought for a moment. "Wh-where am I? Wh-who are you? Am I?" She spoke with a soft alto voice, smooth and sweet. The woman was clearly disoriented and frightened. Since he'd never asked another Ghost what they'd done when their Guardian first woke up he was at a loss. At least he could feel reassured by the fact that she already knew how to communicate.
"There's not time to explain or dawdle here. There are enemies roaming about and it won't be long until they find us." He glanced around, single eye moving about almost frantically. Now that he had her he refused to lose her. "We should find you a weapon to defend yourself with." Blinking at him the woman slowly nodded. There was no time to lose. Charon had a Guardian to protect now, and he vowed he wouldn't let her down.
