The river was a river of hope, of dreams, and of purity. Wise shamans told of it, children dreamt of it, and men wept over it. It was the river of Gods and Goddesses. It came up from the heart of the earth and pored from the mouth of a sacred cliff.

The cliff was carved into statue-like pillars, each one standing over six-hundred feet tall. No one knew who carved them or how they were so masterfully carved. They just existed and always had, standing like ominous guardians. Most of them resembled young men. The two pillars on the outer most reaches of the cliff looked like bards with lutes in their hands and songs on their lips, but frozen in stone so the song could never be finished. The next two were heavily armed warriors: a shield, a sword, and plate mail armor adorned their stone bodies. The third pillars in were completely naked. Each of the magnificent statues looked like work by Michelangelo. They both faced the center and had one hand on the shoulder of the next pillar, which were the fart

He was back in his boat, still blind, eyes still white, and all he could see was black. He would never truly be healed. He would be blind forever. How could a lake of healing heal a person that hadn\'t been injured. He was born with the deformity and it would stay with him till the day he died. A tear of salt water glided down his cheek. His heart had been broken one last time. Slowly the young man stood up, as if in slow motion he jumped into a graceful dive, plunging deep into the liquid only making a ripple in the waters reflection. Now he could peacefully drift away in the beautiful calm lake.

The heavy crystal body plummeted to the bottom of the lake, breaking in half at its floor. The lake was much to sacredfor a cold human corps. It meant nothing to the Gods and would simply join the crystals grim design, an elaborate human skull at the bottom of the lake of healing.

The black was gone. First it was solid gray, then it changed to a rainbow of colors that spun so fast it soon turned to white. The white slowly formed into clouds that quickly flowed beneath him. He wasn\'t in his boat, he was flying through the sky like a graceful hawk looking for pray. He could see the lake and the vast mountains with such clarity that his eyes could make out the smallest stone and crystals in the water, each twig of an eagles nest, and even grains of sand at the lake\'s shore. It was wonderful! He had never seen such beauty, such splendor. The world was beneath him and he c

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