James sighed deeply as he walked through the old cathedral halls; everything he owned packed in the small rucksack on his back.

He rubbed his fingers along the marred pew top he had carved his initials into as a child. When his mother found out, she'd made sure he wasn't able to sit in a pew (or anything other seat for that matter) for a full week.

He chuckled as he looked thoughtfully at the wooden railing that had to be patched after he and his brother had broken it during a bout of wrestling.

This church; so tall, so grand... so empty now.

The mosiac window showed the Great Saints traveling from town to town. Helping, healing, saving.

"You all were a sort of adventurers too."

As he made his way back to the main doors, he took one last look at the old interior, largely unchanged for cenutries.

There was a hollowness in his chest... And a small flame of a rage. He would have preferred to stay, but, just like this old building, those who'd taught and raised him refused to change.

Stubborn, old, dusty, dead... Are they anything like the Saints they supposedly admire?

The flame inside him blossomed into certainty.

"It is time for something new," James said as he closed the door behind him.