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Chapter 4

The monks saw a blinding flash of light blaze across the mountains,
turning the skeletons to ash as it surged forth from its epicentre
like waves of energy spreading out endless in the night. The Light
hung momentarily, revealing the tragic event that had occurred upon
the mountain trail. Swiftly they descended the mountain, rushing to
the aid of the ethereal child who lay unconscious upon the earth.

They brought him to the Sanctuary and dressed his wounds, covering
the Thirteen claw marks left by the enraged bear, they placed him
gently down to rest. Not a word was spoken during this time for the
monks knew the weight of the night's events. They knew that on this
night of miracles, an innocent child was orphaned.

Months passed and Illaeth grew up amongst the monks, learning from
them and the many pilgrims who came to the Sanctuary to worship the
saints. He delighted in these visitors, relishing the stories they
spoke of their lives and cultures. But mostly he spent his time in
solace, meditating beneath the various statues that had been carved
into the pillars of the Sanctuary and discerning the nature of each
of the Thirteen saints that were depicted within this holy place.