[ WP ] God of the dead river .

The Spirit of the God hovered over the waters. Well, where the waters once were, before the torrent had turned to a trickle, to the dry stones that were below. 
 *Hmm* thought the God of the River. *This will not to at all. * 
 Travelling from his customary haunt, the God decided to discover what had happened to his river. He flowed, following the meanders and curves of his domain up to its source on the mountain. He passed through towns, their docks dry, with boats tied to the side, slowly sinking into the dust. He flew beneath bridges, where the empires of algae has prospered for a thousand years, yet now clinged desperately to life. The river banks narrowed together, where the river had carved deeply through the the rock. He began to climb the mountain... And stopped. 
 Before him stood a Wall. It stetched across the deep river valley, a barrier of concrete, foundations dig deep into the dust. 
 The God of the river placed his hand against the wall and felt *life. * The life of the river. Hovering up the great wall, he stared across a vast expanse of water, rippling gently in the breeze washing down the mountain. *No, this wo n't do at all. * 
 The God of the river sped along the last of his domain, the water leaping playfully at its Avatar's return. Up, up the mountain, to the source of his realm. 
 Standing astride the trickle, he bowed deeply to the mountain top. *Mother, with your permission. * 
 Silence; the wind whistling its mournful tune through the heather. Then a rumble, a vibration of the Earth that shivered the heather and disturbed the sheep. 
 *AGREED*. 
 Spinning around, the God sped down the rivulet, which became a stream, which became the early river. Gathering speed, the water bound around him, a fist twenty miles long, before he hit the dam blocking his river. 
 **BOOM** 
 **... CRACK** 
 The shackle across his domain cracked, split and shattered under the true force of the river. The wall fell, and the wall of water trapped for so long reclaimed its land. The God surfed along the front of the torrent, blasting through the deep cuts, leaping the meanders, over the bridges where the algae sighed in relief, through the towns, where the boats leapt to play on the surface once more. Some joined the God, snapping their moorings and dancing in the waves along the front of the river. Down, down the river went until it reached the sea, the child of many Gods, which rose to greet his parental flow with joy. 
 The God flowed up its river to his favourite perch and hovered over the waters. And He saw that it lived once more, and was glad.
