A guardian, exhausted and worn, walks into a local bar. Inside he sits up on a stool and orders a drink. The guardians name is Charlie and was resurrected to become a wielded of light. That's what his ghost said, at least. His ghost just talked about the light and how he was chosen and the darkness was closing in. No more detailed explanation. A guardian in a hood sat next to Charlie. She was an female exo.
"You look like a wreck," the exo started.
Charlie looked up, "I never knew we had robots in 2019."
The exo chuckled, "actually it is 2637."
"What!" Charles raised his voice. A couple people looked up then resumed at what they were doing.
"You probably have a lot of questions," the exo replied.
"A lot."
The bartender came back with Charlie's drink. The language on the glass was gibberish to Charlie. It looked like a form of language from western Asian country. Like Chinese. He took a sip and felt at ease. It felt good to drink beer again. Charlie looked back at the exo who was looking out the window to her right. The Traveler floated above the last city, broken and full of light. Charlie still doesn't know what this so called "traveller" is. So he asked the exo for answers.
"What is that moon?" Charlie asked. The exo answered, "that is the traveler. The one who chose you to be a wielded of light. A guardian." Charlie was still confused but he knows what a guardian is now. To help him get all the knowledge needed, he asked the exo one last question. "What happened?" The exo smiled, "it's a long story." Charlie insisted, "no, go right ahead. I'm one for long stories."
The exo laughed, "Alright, kinderguardian. Let's start at the very beginning."