The mysterious figure sat in meditation position. Her eyes closed but no one would know the gender or identity. The mysterious figure was in touch with the spirits. The battle had occured. All the steps were in progress and now the time was drawing nearer. The teacher for the chosen one was in deep trance like state. Even levitating above the ground again. Completely shrouded by a closed and hooded cloak. Hood covered all but the lower half of the figures face. The long blue silken longs the only noticable signature identifier. She hummed and walked the spirit lands.<br/><br/>The time draws nearer. The time for the return of the staff of the monkey king. The first of the voyages for the chosen one of prophecy. Thus I reach forth with the spirits of time, of life and death, of the unborn and the deceased, and of the children of the immortals and the gods...send forth the call should the chosen one be near the key to the past. The time for the journey to the future is ever near. Sing forth the call from the past. Those words spoken the call went out.<br/><br/>white light surrounded the Teacher's physical form. The glow strongest around the forehead. Then the chi light went away. The teacher lowered to the ground. Exiting the trance like state of deep meditation the mysterious figure stood to await the chosen one. Eyes opening the figure walked towards the place she knew he would arrive when the key was taken from its mantel. She stood. Waiting and watching.<br/><br/>The music stopped and the male from the future and distant land would find himself in a beautiful clearing surrounded by tall and lively trees. The clearing dotted with flowers and a trickling spring through the left side. The chosen one was facing her when he appeared. She knew it was him when she saw the now regal and beautiful ornately decorated staff of the Monkey King. She waited for him to notice her. Mysterious as she was the voice that spoke was not easy to tell if it was male or female. Nor could you tell by build the mysterious figure was female.<br/><br/>"HuÄnyÃ­ng bÃ¹ Ã¨r rÃ©nxuÇŽn. WÇ’ yÄ«zhÃ­ zÃ i dÄ›ngzhe nÇ. YÇ’u qÃ­yÃº de tÇ”dÃ¬. DuÃ¬yÃº suÇ’ xuÇŽn fÇŽnhuÃ­ sÅ«nwÃ¹kÅng de gÅngzuÃ² rÃ©nyuÃ¡n dÃ i huÃ­. DuÃ¬ piÃ n rÃ©n de cuÃ²wÃ¹ de guÃ  yÃ¡ngtÃ³u mÃ i gÇ’urÃ²u de chÅngmÇŽn zhÃ ndÃ²u de xiÄnrÃ©n. WÇ’ de lÇŽoshÄ«. NÇ kÄ›yÇ jiÃ o wÇ’ Ninamo." (Welcome chosen one. I have been waiting for you. As has the rest of the land. For the chosen one to return bringing back the staff of the Monkey King. To right the deceitful wrong of a trickery filled battle of immortals. I am the Teacher. You may call me Ninamo.)<br/><br/>She bowed to him and stood up tall. Looking at him curiously. Watching him. Wondering if he could understand her. Not that you could tell she was a she. All you saw was the long blue strands and the bottom half of her face. She looked at him and saw him holding the staff with both hands. Such a curious young man.