Six Paths of Idealism

"Master, master, who is he?" The little boy asked, pointing to an ancient statue. "He..." The old man stroked his white beard, his eyes full of admiration. "He is the only god in this continent." "Master, master, can you tell me his story?" The old man was obviously very pleased with his apprentice's diligence and inquisitiveness. His deep voice spoke softly. "The story starts with him picking up a little girl."