Jegd stared at the pool without seeing it. The sound of water, always present, did not enter his consciousness.

It was an impossible choice.

He could go against all that was good and join their leader, Krewn, on his mission. He could refuse and loose rank, possessions, friends and possibly more, but keep his dignity. A third choice was no less palatable – he could leave his village and strike out for unknown country, a coward turning tail and fleeing.

“The water in the pool is calm, but look at the falls that helped to build it.”

Jegd jumped. He hadn’t heard the old man approach.

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