The Wounded Spring

The chilling wind whistled bitterly, biting into the skin of the Hindu. The man stood among the frozen trees of the forest a hundred metres from the river. He dared not go closer.

He, of all Hindus �?he who had come closest to complete spiritual enlightenment �?and he dared not go closer.

The glorious sunset’s amber glow cast a long, dark shadow over the man. Tanned, he knelt on the ground, calling on his resolve. And then slowly, step by step, he approached the river. He reached the riverbank.

A bubbling noise�?.and it came!

The Hindu stood quietly.

The beast rose 8 metres above his head. The man lifted his eyes. He looked directly into the sea serpent’s glowing, crimson eyes.

It began to speak.

" You break the First Black Law. What are you that you dare come here? Speak! This river flows to the Dead Sea �?its source, the Wounded Spring in the mountains. The Master resides in Wounded Spring. He is not pleased! "

The Hindu man screwed up his eyes. He pronounced three syllables, a single word from the Language of the Law. The serpent recoiled in anger.

" How dare you! You shall die for your insolence! But it will not be quick. You will be cast into the river and float out to the Dead Sea, where you shall die of thirst and hunger. Farewell, mortal fool! "

The serpent’s head rose. It struck just below the heart, breaking the man’s ribs. The Hindu screamed as he fell under the rushing water.

At the source of the river, the Wounded Spring, a pale-faced man in a black cloak smiled violently. Six days later, a fresh skeleton lay in the Dead Sea.

by: Fergus 4W

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