Yeol was born in a small town in South Korea in the 19th century.
As a young man he had aspirations of becoming a doctor but it
was more likely he’d become a soldier, like every other young
man. He was known around town as the Gentle Giant. He was
very tall in stature, which people were intimidated by but he had
a soft heart. He was also very handsome. He had a smile that lit
up town. People were very surprised to see how sympathetic and
compassionate he truly was. He was always willing to help his
people no matter what. If he wasn’t helping his neighbor with the
farming, he was in town helping the elders. Yeol was every
young woman’s dream husband. All the girls his age had crushes
on his. But he was too busy helping other, he never really
noticed.
On his way home one evening, he and his friends came across a
small schoolhouse. In the distance they can see smoke and hear
children screaming. Feeling concerned. They ran towards the
house to see what was going on. Without hesitation, Yeol and his
friend Kyung ran inside and started bringing out children. They
laid them on the grass so his other friends could tend to them.
Feeling weak he looked around for his friend and couldn’t find
him. Slowly he got up and reentered the schoolhouse again.
“KYUNG!” He yelled as he looked for his friend.
He saw his friend Kyung laying by the back of the schoolhouse.
“I’m coming” Yeol said as he made it across the room. Yeol saw
a broken widow that was closer to the door, so he dragged him
to it and pushed him out. As he looked back, he saw what he
thought was a little girl in the corner, so he went back in for her.
The thick smoke clouded his vision but he remained searching
for her.
Suddenly there was a loud crash. Fire and debris fell as the
schoolhouse began to collapse. Yeol screamed as wood fell on
him and knocked him down. Feeling helpless he laid there for a
few minutes. He kept hearing screams but could not see
anything.
“Little girl, Where are you? Come on I’ll get you out.” Yeol
yelled to no answer. Suddenly in the distance, there was a
clearing and a little girl stood at there. Yeol waved at her and
motioned for her to come. The little girl seemed unaffected by the
fire. She was dressed in white and very bright. She stood
motionless.
He pushed the wood off of him, got up and approached her. As
he came closer she kept whispering “Come with me. Come with
me. I was too late. Come with me.”
Yeol not understanding stopped and looked around. Behind him,
he saw himself crushed under a wood beam with tiny gold
feathers surrounding him.
In shock, he fell to his knees. He closed his eyes and reopened
them slowly. By then, the little girl had walked over to him,
reached out her hand and said “I’m so sorry Yeol. I was unable
to save you but you have so saved many. Come with me. St. Byun
awaits your arrival.”
Yeol still dazed and confused reached for her hand.
He immediately felt a strong whirlwind take him away.
He felt no pain. He felt light as a feather.
He shut his eyes tightly and held on to her even tighter. He was
scared but felt a warm calmness overcome him.
He peeked his eyes to see what was happening but he only saw
the little girl’s sweet smile. When he finally opened his eyes it
was to the brightest light he had ever been able to resist like he
was staring directly at the sun.
There stood Saint St. Byun.
He was such a beautiful serene being with wings the size of
mountains.
Yeol stared in awe.
Without even thinking, Yeol automatically stood up slowly and
bowed in respect. He knew who he was and had worshipped him
in life.
St. Byun smiled and bowed. Something he had never done to
anyone.
“Welcome to Happiness, Delight. Yeol, you have proven yourself
to be a hero. In return for my gratitude I award you with this
honor.” He said in a voice that was louder than thunder.
Yeol confused just looked around. Stunned he asked “Am I dead?
“Yes, you have passed.” St. Byun replied.
Suddenly Yeol was jolted by what he saw in the reflection. “Oh
my goodness! I have wings? Am I a cheonsa?” He asked.
“Oh No, you are a not Cheonsa. You have a greater honor. You
are a Suho Cheonsa. One of the elite.” St. Byun replied.
Yeol did not know how to respond to what he had just heard. He
sat there just staring at himself in the reflection.
“You have always wanted to help people and you did in your
earthly form but unfortunately it came to an untimely end but
now you will still be given that opportunity for eternity.” St.
Byun added as he casted his spell
Yeol feeling grateful, smiled and bowed his head.