I never imagined I would become rich. Wealthier than the richest person alive. Yet here it was, that unimaginable reality that had come to be.

Since the drought of 35’ the government sought to take control of water distribution. To not only preserve it, but also to control those it sustains.

It became a sign of power. A sign of wealth. You had water? Your now regarded in equality to royals.

People worshiped the ground you walked on just to get a taste of water. Just to get a taste of life.

How does this relate to me? Well I think you already know.

I had an endless supply of water.

In a forest long forgotten, a forest deemed unlivable, I resided amongst my people. We had an unlimited source of water, the eternal falls.

Water streamed endlessly. Providing us with life beyond anyones imagination. However to us this was normal, it was our secret to protect.

I lived under the falls. I was it’s protector just like those who came before me. I was the guardian of life.

With the government seeking control I sought to never let it fall into their hands.

I recruited my people to my cause. And so forth we smuggled water to the poor in the dead of night. Bringing life tho those who had nothing to sustain it.

In our power we kept secret and left without a trace. With power comes responsibility. And those who seek it meet their inevitable demise.

You cannot take what you cannot give.

And we…

We are the givers.