It was a warm summer evening, and Alhaitham, one of the stablemboy at the estate, was resting in the stables after a long day. Surrounded by the contented neighing of the horses, the young man sat atop a haystack, dedicating his rare free time to his hobby—wood carving. A blade of grass hung loosely between his lips, which he chewed absentmindedly as he worked the tool on the pliant wood. "Just like this..."