"Father. Why must I remain in these bonds? Why must I be prisoner to my mistakes, that I cannot improve as you made me to?" This was all that filled the head of the boy. The boy with no name, no identity. Not since his once divine essence had faded from him, rendering him a mortal.
     His body did not move. His mind, for all intents and purposes, a prisoner to a corpse. His heart did not beat, his chest did not rise or fall with breathe.
All was devoid around him, all life gone from the desolate pit his body was placed in. The only thing that even seemed alive was the seal upon his chest, which glowed a dim green and pulsed with light as if it were his heart. "Father. Please release me, that I may make right my transgressions. That I may improve the world as you see fit." The boy pleaded, longing for the day he could feel once more. That he may see the world, smell the air of freedom, hear voices again. As it had been for millennium upon millennium, Oum remained silent.

     "Father. Why did Kaizen betray us? Why would he attempt to take the life of Ozpin, and why would he do this with the belief it would better the world? Had Salem corrupted him? Did you wish us tested? Were we mistakes you sought to rectify by turning us against one another?" These bitter thoughts swirled through the alcohol impaired mind of Inshu. A man whose seemingly endless mirth and wit came from the bottle, as the true depths of his cold despair were drowned out with the warmth of the alcohol. As it burned his throat, as it blurred his memories, if even for a moment. Slowly he reached up with his free hand, the other clutching the bottle he drank from, wiping away the stinging tears almost forming on his eyes. "We could have brought peace. Please Father, tell me why we have been split by our leaders betrayal, and why you do not simply call us back with you, that we do not leave our marks on the world without your guidance?"

     "Father. Please, hear my humble request, help your loyal child. My emotions blinded me, and now I am a failure. Grant me some sign, some divination that you will allow me to redeem myself from my mistakes, that I may rise again." This prayer was that of Kaen, a man who had failed to foresee the fall of Kaizen, and the subsequent fall of the Guardians. A failed protector of mankind, isolated in self exile.

     "Father. Why have you forsaken us? What did we do? It was your so called greatest creation Kaizen that betrayed us and joined Salem! Why forsake the rest of us for the mistakes of one?! Why not banish the traitor and leave him to squirm beneath the boot heel of that witch Salem?!" These thoughts burned in the mind of Reiji, whose rage knows no bounds, and whose hatred was honed to make him the deadly brawler he was today, whose only reprieve from his anger was battle.

     These four souls all called out to their creator, their Father. They had all fallen from within, and they all suffered in their own way. Oum was silent, for 2000 years he deprived them of his guidance. For 2000 years they wandered Remnant, devoid of a goal or purpose. However, now rising over the horizon, was the dawn of a new day. With it, came a chance. The chance of redemption. The chance to become what they once were. The chance to be heroes again.