2. Fountains
So the Fountain takes it's lord. In the background there is a faint cry, but it quickly suppressed by the pressure of the water. He sinks. Thankful, for his pain is lessened as he is forced into darkenss by the crushing weight. But he has won. Now he will never celebrate his greatest victory. No one can help him now, although there are those who are willing to try, they are held back. There are so many others to save. They must leave, or there will be no one left lo cry the tears. So many have fallen this day, though not all were as dearly loved. He would have understood.
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