You walk over to the well and, peering into it, vaguely spot your reflection through the gentle illumination provided by your pocket lantern. As you gaze further upon your distorted visage, you find yourself physically drawing closer and closer. Your eyelids begin to quiver, and before realizing what you are about, plunge into the pool.

Climbing out of the well, you find yourself standing on a small island surrounded by a vast ocean. Night has fallen, but the light from the moon offers a dim glow. As you survey your surroundings, a large procession of small, bipedal fish-like creatures emerge from the deep. You fail to comprehend their gurgling’s, but their menacing visages do little to dissuade you from the belief that they have ill designs upon you.

Panicked, you reach to draw your sword, but one of the small creatures pelts you with a stone in response. You fall to your knees, and before you have time to mount much of a counter-attack, they carry you into the sea.

THE END

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