[ IP ] The Source

`` Easy now, Rachel,'' the old man pulled himself off the horse, landing on the ground heavily. His bones ached from days of travel, compounded by the stiffness that came with age. Coming off the horse so suddenly was doing him no favours. 
 
 He might buy some stirrups soon, he kept putting that off. He did n't go into towns much, there was little for him there. Henderson stretched, finally shaking off the toll of travel, and began walking to the Source. 
 
 Henderson took his time, though. Just because he came for the Source did n't mean he could n't take his time. His boots splashed into puddles, kicking up clear water. He bent down, only doing more to hurt his complaining back, and plucked a couple of flowers. 
 
 Then he came up to the Source. A huge stone pillar, rising up into the heavens, stretching as far as the eye could see. Water flowed from the hole in the centre, and would run in a stream for miles, then join many of its brethren to form the Great River than ran through the continent. The Kingdom of Lancark had been a desert once, before these towers appeared, many generations ago, before anyone could remember it. 
 
 Some said the gods planted these pillars, hoping to irrigate the lands and create a civilization. Some said they were placed by accident, spears flung by the ancient God of Water, which had missed and plunged into the Earth. Many of those people were drowned for heresy, due to insulting Pilos' marksmanship. Henderson did n't care for such rumors. 
 
 He had a mission, and he cared not for either the repercussions of his actions, or their causes. Henderson climbed up onto the source, squeezing into the hole, shifting himself to avoid getting his clothes too wet. He pushed his hand into the stream of water, fighting against the flow. 
 
 He whispered, softly, and the entire pillar seemed to glow. He had made the mistake of doing the process at night, once, which drew in the entire population of a town. He pulled his hand back out, shaking off the droplets of water, and hopped back down, groaning as his bones complained once more. He got back onto his horse and rode into the plains. Behind him, the flow of water from the Source slowed to a trickle, and stopped. 
 
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 /r/poiyurt. I'm just going to uhh, say the name. And go. Yeah. Bye!
