After pulling out my razor sharp serrated machete, I began to follow a barely visible path. Without having enough room to crawl on hands and knees I hacked and clawed my way through the brush with my face inches from the muddy ground. I crawled like a weasel, weaving down one path and out the next. The further I went the more flesh I left behind on the thorny stalks of overgrown plants. My blood mingled with the stench of wild animals and rotting vegetation. The smell alone made me want to wretch the dehydrated fruit I had eaten earlier. Through the brush I could see a clearing and I made my way towards it.

After losing more flesh than I could stand and screaming in agony at the pain of a thousand razor blades ripping my skull apart, I made my way into the clearing.

There I found what seemed to be a large stone pedestal in the center

When we arrived at the well, I noticed it was like no other body of water I had ever seen. Light penetrated the water as if it were air. The bottom of the well was clearly visible and yet it was over two hundred feet deep. The bottom wasn?t brown or green as I expected but sky blue. I seemed as if one had the lung capacity, they could swim to the opposite end and right out into the sky. I tried to dip my goblet into the water for a drink of this miraculous water but could not rupture the surface. Ripples spread out from where I had tried but the cup refused to sink into the crystal clear liquid. It didn?t matter how I went about it, I could not get a drink. Finally I dipped my lips to the surface and began to drink.

Blocking my view of the temple was a thirty-five foot tall bear. His silvery gray body dwarfed my meager five foot nine inch figure as the beastie approached me. As I stood there astonished, he began to talk in my language as if we had known each other our entire lives. I was soon to find out that in fact we had known each other many years ago.

of a ritualistic worship site. Atop the stone monument there was an object which reflected light so brilliantly I could not make out what it was without moving closer. When I climbed the small set of steps to reach the top of the eight foot tall pedestal, I found the most beautiful golden goblet. It was brilliant in its shine. The cup was smooth as silk and glowed with the brilliance of the sun. It was obviously made with the purest gold but it felt light in my hands as I rolled it around examining it. Looking closer, I noticed a hairline crack in the stem in between various strange marking and ideographic charact

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