Somewhere far away, a beam of light descended from the heavens, brightening the forest for a moment. When the light faded, a boy of about seven years old could be seen sleeping on the ground.
He looked innocent and peaceful in his slumber. Suddenly, three bald men appeared beside him. One of them held a Seraphi Rod, another wore large, woven beads around his neck, and the last carried only a cane.
The monk with the beads examined the boy closely. "Where is he from?" he asked, looking puzzled.
"I don't know," replied the monk with the Seraphi Rod. "But we can't leave him here. We have to take him back to the monastery. The Grandmaster will know what to do."
They carefully lifted the boy, making sure not to wake him. The one with the beads wrapped a warm cloak around the child for protection.
