What if a guardian found out that one of the FR Gods was its charge?
It could theoretically happen, since a guardian’s charge can really be anything. The official encyclopedia even says that it can be an object, an individual, or a place even, so it wouldn’t be that far of a stretch.
A guardian wandering through the Starfall Isles to the Observatory after seeing the Arcanist in a dream, spending years learning ancient tongues in hopes of communicating with him, sits at the edge of the island to wait forever if need be.
A rugged guardian, feet sore from trekking, finally makes their way to the World Pillar, then searches for an eternity through boulders and cracks for the calcified form of the Earthshaker, whose image they saw carved in the stone. It doesn’t matter to them how long it takes.
A collier guardian, who thought that their charge was an oddly glowing ember, sees the Flamecaller in the fires of their forge, and lays down their tongs to travel to the Great Furnace, ready to dive into the volcano just to see her.
A fur-clad guardian entering the Fortress of Ends, despite being warned and cautioned endlessly, because they’ve gotten this far and they can’t stop now, not when they can feel the Icewarden’s eyes locked on them, not even when they know that they’re potentially walking into a cold demise.
A quiet guardian who banished themself to the Sunbeam Ruins becomes enamored by the Lightweaver, and goes to the Beacon of the Radiant Eye every few days, never expecting her to show herself to them, but reading to her their favorite tomes and sonnets. Some days they think they hear her humming contentedly.
A guardian toiling endlessly in the Shifting Expanse, never stopping nor faltering, because they saw the Stormcatcher in the crackling lightning, and they hope that if they work until they bleed, until they can work no longer, then they could catch his eye. Anyone who insults the Stormcatcher in their presence will regret it.
The gentlest of guardians, who feels connected to flora and fauna, seeing the arching branches of the Behemoth and feeling nothing but peace. They sorrowfully know that the Gladekeeper would never reveal herself, so they protect the entire forest with unending passion.
A slightly demented guardian, travelling through the Scarred Wasteland, gathers bones and alien branches and wears them proudly, eating any rotting meal they come across in hopes of mutating themself with infection, to appease the Plaguebringer, who they know they will find at the center of it all.
An aggressive guardian who was cast out of their clan swears vengeance, and ends up wandering alone through the Tangled Wood. They end up seeing an ancient rendering of the Shadowbinder, and they dare through the darkness and the thorns. Finding their charge is an afterthought, what they want is to prove their worth.
A superstitious guardian sees the Tidelord in a vision upon the waves, hears an echo of his booming voice, and becomes enraptured. Never a day came when the guardian could not be found flying over the sea, listening, waiting, and watching, because maybe he’ll come to the surface, if not today then tomorrow…
A guardian with a missing leg finds immense joy in flight, something they can do just as well as the most skilled skydancers, and soars in the winds of the Cloudsong, knowing without doubt that their Charge is the Windsinger, swearing to any dragon they meet that the Windsinger has flown with them and laughed with them jovially.