A wandering soul, Jhinn.

It was a cool spring morning, a fresh layer of chilled dew lay heavily upon the grass. Many of the flowers and plants of the grove were beginning to bloom, green buds giving way to hidden colors beneath. The sounds of training monks could be heard past the courtyard, originating from deep within the Monastery. Normally Jhinn would have been there with them, already having completed his morning mediation and engaged in the teachings of various stances. Not that day though, that specific day was different. Jhinn was to be celebrated as a man, shedding his boyish dreams of traveling the world and seeing all that existed beyond the grove where his Monastery lay hidden. However, he would be unable to realize his childhood dream for he was to eventually be appointed head monk of the monastery, providing a safe haven for all the younger monks in training. Before the ceremony was to take place a ritual of old was to be followed. As part of his coming of man ceremony Jhinn set out, deep into the woods in search of a mystical cave. The cave was said to be able to manifest your greatest fear and use it against you. After traveling for quite some time Jhinn stumbled upon the entrance to a cave, hidden behind the moss of a great tree. Healing paused for a moment at the entrance, taking a moment to calm himself and ready his mind for whatever may come. Taking a deep breath he pushed aside the moss and steadily walked into the mouth of the cave. Left in darkness, he felt his way along the walls of the damp rocky cave, drops of water could be heard every few seconds as he continued the path. Small screetches could be heard coming from deeper within. A small gust of air surged past as a flock of bats flew past him, he realized night must have fallen outside. After wandering for what seemed like ages he eventually came to a small pond within the middle of a room, stalagmites hung low from the ceiling and small stones lined a path to the middle of the pond. Healing began to cross the path, contemplating what could await him at the center. Upon reaching the center he discovered a small strand of beads laying upon a flat stone. Unsure of what to do he reached out a hand and grasped hold of the beads. As soon as his hand touched the beads however, his mind went blank. A voice called out to him and visions of fiendish creatures attacking innocent people crawled into his mind. As much as he tried he was unable to move, frozen amidst the chaos he wept for the innocents that were slaughtered as though they were lambs. Finally when the last person fell and the fiendish creatures began to howl their praise a bolt of lightning lit the sky. When his vision returned he saw a holy figure clad in heavy armor, it rampaged across the battlefield laying waste to the fiends in a moments time. When the figure had slain all of the creatures of darkness it locked eyes with Jhinn, and walked toward him stopping within mere arms length. It raised it's sword toward the heavens and a beam of light fell, encompassing his being, it was the warmest and most welcoming light Jhinn had ever felt in his life. And then it was gone. The bright light receeded and once again he was within the cavern holding the prayer beads tightly in his fist. Healing stood after a moments time, wrapped the beads around his wrist and began out of the cave. When he arrived back to the monastery he explained his encounter and told his father what he believed he was meant to do. His father only smiled, bowed his head and blessed his only son, telling him to go forth and bring light to the land much like the figure in his vision. Jhinn bowed before his father, gathered his belongings and stepped foot outside the grove for the first time in his life.