Kaelen was the pride of his monastery—a young Kalashtar whose psionic gifts promised to bridge the gap between mortal consciousness and the realm of dreams. His days were spent in meditation chambers carved from white marble, his nights tracing the architecture of nightmares to better understand the light. He had a younger sister, Mirelle, barely eight years old, who would sit cross-legged beside him during his studies, her laughter like bells in the silence. She called him her 'star teacher' and made him promise to show her all the secrets of the mind.
Then came the accident. During a deep meditation, probing the boundary between Dal Quor and the material plane, Kaelen's Quori spirit encountered something that should not exist in any known cosmology—a fragment of consciousness from the lightless trenches of the Elemental Plane of Water, where pressure becomes theology and drowning is apotheosis. The entity did not conquer his Quori; it devoured it, cell by cell, thought by thought, until nothing remained but a void that the abyssal presence eagerly filled. When Kaelen awoke three days later, his eyes had changed color, and his voice carried the timbre of crushing depths.
Mirelle was the first he 'saved.' He found her in the garden, playing with her wooden dolphin, and he held her beneath the ornamental pool until the bubbles stopped. He spoke to her the entire time, his voice gentle, explaining that the air was a lie, that true peace existed only in the embrace of the eternal deep. When the monks discovered what he had done, Kaelen was already gone, walking calmly into the night with his sister's toy clutched in his hand. Now he wanders, seeking students, offering his lessons to any who will listen. He never raises his voice. He never needs to. The abyss is patient, and so is he.