Once upon time in a far away place lies the fountain of the knowledge once forbidden to its race.

The people of the village where the fountain overflew would always hear the warning in the echoes of their youth.

"You must not drink the water there, the consequence you cannot bear, the torture of what is not known, the secret lies within the flow, you must resist and never think that the water there is yours to drink."

The stories of the people there would linger in the evening air when water at the reservoir was dry and they could drink no more. The fountain flowed so peacefully, protected by the mystery, the terror of what was not known, no man or woman dared to go.

One summer came with drought and dry, their thirsty mouths for water cried, the fountain full of water clear drew people to the edge of fear. The voices from their frightened minds were were warning those who stood around, the fountain as it simply flowed, the tales of folk began to sound.

"You must not drink the water there, the consequence you cannot bear, the torture of what is not known, the secret lies within the flow, you must resist and never think that the water there is yours to drink."

And one man stood up and cried, "We the people, We that thirst, You live beneath a silly curse I have a secret to tell yee all, the fountain is not cursed at all."

A woman yelled, "This cannot be, I know for fact my man that drank did not come back, I filled his jug and packed his case he disappeared from this here race."

A farmer stood up and cried, "The water there is evil you must never even doubt. I used it in my garden and the crops did never sprout."

And the man stood up again and cried, "You believe in fairy tales that wives do love to tell, You would not pray to heaven if you did not create hell. The story of the fountain all the myth and perjury, the song and dance of yesterday that lives in memory, keeps you from the knowledge that this fountain has to tell, you are the magician on yourself you cast a spell."

The man moved towards the water as the people stared in fright, He filled three jugs and off he rode into the starry night. And to this day the dwellers of the village testify that the man that rode off on his horse drank the water and did die.