At night, the storm was so bad that his shack collapsed. The poor child has no choice but to leave and find another abandoned house to go to during those stormy nights. He begged those people to let him in as he was shivering due to the cold, and his tattered clothes were wet. Giving up young Jaques gave up and waited under a tree. He curled up in a ball, praying to take his life and be free from his misery.
"Ah, poor child," a double voice spoke, appearing in front of him. "Do you want a place to live and food to eat?"
The young boy nodded at him, still shivering from the coldness of the rain.
"Oh, poor you. Come with me, and I will lead you to a place where you belong," the hooded creature told him as he gave the young boy a new set of dry clothes.
The hooded creature took him to a place far from where he came from. It was the place called Damascus and where Adam, also known as Saladin.
