He had finally reached the pool.  After trekking thru mile after mile after mile of forest and wood, hacking his way thru woods that had probably not seen anyone in hundreds of years.  The forest had been amazing to the city born Jules, but the feeling had worn off weeks ago.  He had been on the verge of turning back for over a week, but managed to to push himself forward one more day, one more day.  He refused to go back empty handed.  After finding that manuscript...  translating it...  scrapping together enough equipment to make the trip, he would push on.<br/><br/>Jules, as he was called by his friends, was born to a lesser noble family.  He spent all his time in the city, attending university.  Never distinguishing himself, mostly just doing enough to get by.  And then, he had found reference to a "Pool of Life."  And it had seized upon his imagination.  Maybe he could find it, and sell the water and get rich?<br/><br/>And so, he hunted down every reference to it he could find.  After several years, he thought he had the location.  There was mention of a sorceroress that owned it, but she had vanished from the records many many centuries ago.  So, after spending almost all his money, he trekked into the woods, for a trip that should have been a short hike.  That was weeks ago.<br/><br/>And then, there it was.  Jules stopped, starring at it for a long time, taking it in.  And then, he hurries to the pool.  Dropping down, he shucks his backpack.  Cupping his hands, he lowers them into the sparking water.  Sipping from the pool again and again and again, saking his thirst.<br/><br/>He yawns, feeling a bit tired.  Laying down, he rests his head on the pack.  A little nap... that was what he needed...