![]() It set a snare to catch one who was a hero-for heroes are delicious when they fall. Still, it could not, by virtue of what it was, allow such a one to live. ![]() The evil deemed it no more of a meal than a thousand others like it. ![]() On the evil one’s webs came whispers of a monster who fought other monsters. ![]() It became aware of one who sought, like the spring once had, to do a little good in a world now bleak and dark. Sometimes it fed upon innocence, sometimes magic, sometimes beauty-but the evil always took satisfaction in robbing the world of any good it could find. Time changed, and the evil changed with it, grew more clever about drawing prey to it. This evil held the now-polluted spring, one way or another, for a very long while. Thus died a little joy in the world, and evil was satisfied for a time. Eventually, even the earth’s magic could not cleanse the evil from the water, and the spring’s small magic was turned to darker uses. Such an evil came to dwell at the spring, culling victims from those who came to seek the little surcease it offered. There is a certain sort of evil that cannot abide happiness, even such humble joys as lived in that spring. ![]() Once upon a time, there was a small spring that, touched by the earth’s spirit, bore a sparkle of magic scattered in its cold, pure water.It was only a little magic, but it brought good things into the world-tiny bits of goodness born of the tiny bits of magic. ![]()
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