The blind Nun strolled through the pews of the abbey in which she resided, a soft smile on her lips as she faced forward. She was blind but she knew this abbey and could get around just as well as someone with their sight. The Priest, Father Jacob, had told her on the day of her vows to become a nun that she was a pure soul, that her sight had to stay pure.. the hot holy water being poured into her eyes hurt but only for a moment.

She walked to a seat in the pew and sat down. Thinking.