Riku ran to the pale white figure laying on the ground. His arms and legs lay outstretched on the mountain rocks as if he had fallen from a great height.
"He looks hurt! We have to help him!"
Sephiroth approached the delicate-looking boy, no more than sixteen at the most, and nudged him with his sword.
Riku steadied the boy to a seated position with his arm as Sephiroth started, intrigued by their new find.
"Look at those markings on his forehead! He is a gift from the sky and from Mother! Now, you will join us!"