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As long as young Juan could remember the nearby lake had been the source of all water
for the entire village. It was used for washing and cooking and bathing, and especially
drinking. All uses but the drinking he could understand and accept. But as of late, with
the baking summer heat, he began to wonder more often if there wasn't some truth to that
old myth or story of superstition he had heard from his grandfather when he was little.

His grandfather had spoken of a deep and fresh pool of water that was hidden back
deep in the forbidden forests at the foot of the dark mountain of mystery. His story
clearly described the beauty and richness of the delicious waters stored there. But the
forests of darkness in the cold mountain's shadow spelled certain death to any who
trespassed there violating the unspoken sanctity. In the entire history of the tribe, none
had ever violated the mountain by finding and drinking from the spring fed pool. In fact it
was said that only one person had been thought to have managed to penetrate the forests,
and he was considered a product of ancient imaginations.

The complete story had been discussed only in parts by many gatherings for so long,
usually while smoking the sacred pipes of oneness around the special night fires. It took
many visits to Grandfather to receive a full understanding. Yet, few others were serious
enough to try to gain its hidden knowledge. But young Juan took it to heart and spent
much time going over and over Grandfather's details, again and again and again. Often
he would secretly approach him with countless new questions. Complete secrecy was
required because the elders frowned on dwelling on the myths; those who did were
laughed at as old "fools". They were mocked and sometimes cast off from the tribe to
wander alone.

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