Kyros, the old mundane monk, will soon reveal the Sapphire Stream Monastery. He believes it is the time that Eusebius, the first monk, prophesized.

Kyros said, "Monks must reunite for the serenity of Undine. Though Loures forbids metal weapons and armor, our minds will become sharp. Our gaze will pierce like an Eagle's claw. Your body and mind are a source of light, life, and liberty."

Monks, train in earnest at the Sapphire Stream Monastery, which is west of Undine. Rise through the eight grades of the monastic order and train new monks into the order. Learn the secrets of nature. Meditate on their nature here. Study the eight grades well. Learn their esoteric connections and influences.

Speak with Kyros at the Sapphire Stream Monastery, once it is revealed, to discover the newly available secret nature, abilities, meditation, and sacred belt of the eight grades.

Study Undine and Loures' history in the library.

Legend of the Founder of the Sapphire Stream Monastery

Kyros begins with a sparkle in his eye:

In the hills of Undine, before the Silent Rebellion, a young peasant boy sought a clear stream. It was at this stream, he was told, that the mind clears and knots of the heart undo themselves. The young peasant of Undine sighed as he sought the sapphire stream. Memories of his girlfriend's tragic loss to Loures followed him 'tween the trees, up the hills, and into the mountainside. A crow would caw sometimes as he followed trails instead of paths. He'd look over his shoulder and seem to nod in reply.

The clumps of grass pressed down in threes, he inspected, led toward a wall of the mountain. Wolves wandering here? He watched the blushing sun descending over the peaks and listened carefully before proceeding. He heard the snap of autumn leaves as he slowly stepped toward the mountain's wall.

A slight sound of running water stilled his step and thought. A little smile crept up his lips' points as he emerged from the line of trees by the mountain wall. From a little crevice pure water softly flowed. Something must have been there lapping it, but left only a shadow when looked at the sapphire stream. He sat and became still. His motions were the water's motions. His thoughts were the flow of water. His heart's double-knot began to unfold. The young love whom he'd loss to Loures was swept downstream. Memories of her sailing from Undine's shore went, of free accord, toward the lush valley.

The war around, the destruction and ruin of Undine far below and coastward softly slipped downstream. He smiled and was still. The water was his thoughts. The water was his motion. Therefore, he was as still as the mountain.

A growl broke the meditation. He heard an unfamiliar crackle of leaves, amplified by his focus. The snarl and ugly teeth of a starved wolf greeted his turning head. He felt pity for the wolf. The war was destroying their hunting as much as it had destroyed Undine.

The wolf sprang. His wide eyes watched as his body rolled on the rock while the wolf's belly leapt inches over. The stagnant wolf breath mingled his rush of immediate focus. The wolf snarled, bit, and even overcame the peasant. The peasant wrestled and bled from numerous claw slashes.

Yet he never lost the sapphire stream's pure flow. It flowed into him, cooling his hot bloody skin and toughened his skin. His moves were fluid, too, independently knowing. Not malicious, but not afraid; only correct and necessary. The wolf whimpered in pain from the bare-fisted blows. The wolf slinked into the shadow of twilight.

He hung his head low, sad for the supper-less dog. He sat there meditating and fasting for eight days. On the eighth day he completed the cycle; he realized the correct and necessary, but not malicious actions to protect Undine from the snarl of Loures.