A little bit about my childhood

I was dropped off at the orphanage as a baby. They didn’t know who dropped me off. I was just suddenly at the doorstep, inside a basket, with a note that said “Please take care of me”. Only item left with me was a brilliant crystal necklace, which later on I found out was a symbol for the Path of Light. Never knew who my parents were. Don’t know why they didn’t want me. Not that I cared. One of my earliest memories was about Vakri anyway. Which I realized later on, didn’t happen to everyone. The people at the orphanage thought Vakri was an imaginary friend I made up. They also didn’t know why my eyes would sometimes glow. The other kids found me weird. Not that I cared either too, I grew up not wanting to be quite social anyway. I just needed to be a great warrior. (Thanks Vakri for saving me from potentially awkward social situations.)
 
As a kid, I just recognized Vakri as this weird friend/role model whose life and memories flash before me occasionally when I sleep. After he adopted me, Jiraiya told me that Vakri was probably my quori—the spirit who resides within me, because of my race. He was the one who introduced me to being a Kalashtar. With his job in the Dark Lanterns, he knew quite a lot. Although he just told me that I’m a Kalashtar. More or less of what being a Kalashtar is, I sort of just learned from Vakri’s memories, and maybe a little intel from Jiraiya. He didn’t want to spoon feed me with information. I guess this is why my eyes glow whenever strong emotions are present (not actually sure if this is confirmed, it’s my own theory). I guess this is also why I can sense other people’s emotions and talk to other people through their minds. Kalashtars have psionic powers.
 
Even though I saw Vakri as a friend/role model when I was a kid, having a quori reside within you can actually make you crazy. Aside from me having a great sense of emotions, it’s like two people live in my head. Sometimes I feel conflicted with the choices I make. I don’t know if I’m doing it as Raven, or as Vakri. Plus, Vakri’s memories aren’t even in chronological order. Imagine how confused I was as a kid but went with the flow anyway.
 
Despite all this, hopefully to others, I appear to be getting it together.
Because in my head half of the time I’m definitely not.