Asks Eddsworld book 2

Something new i want ti try.

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In London, there's said to be a village out in the middle of nowhere, with a well. This well is said to house the purest water known to man. The well is located behind the village church, the church has said that the well was the "foundation of the village", meaning the village was built around the well. Due to the belief the well is a "gift from god" the church was built on puritan beliefs.

The water from the well has been known to cure any illness the village has encountered. Sadly the village refuses to share the water with science, the church believed the well, being a gift from god, refuse to let anything unholy use the water for the devils purposes.

Due to the village being so far out in the country, electricity is very limited and your lucky to get any reception, on a cell phone, at all. Because of these conditions, the village has adapted a Amish life style. Though they don't use electricity, they aren't against it. Any moment they can use technology they tend to.

There's another legend with the village, they say if you go past the never ending forest behind the village, you'll reach a house on a clear hill with and single tree. The house is said to be the hight of a sky scraper and covered in weeds.
In this house, there lives a witch. A witch trying to take the pure water for her own evil intentions. The church says they keep her away from the well by praying everyday.

My name is Ethan Trentor, and I'm a traveler. I travel around the world seeing different sights and meeting different people! My parents are pretty wealthy, so it's not a big deal for them. I've heard a lot about this village, though I'm not very religious, I'm very interested. So I'm traveling to the village! There's no way to get there by car, so I'm hiking!

It's okay, this isn't my first week long hike! I love these types of hikes, pitching tents at night, making fires, cooking your food by the fire, and non stop walking over tree roots and dead leaves. Oh, how could I forget, NON STOP SWEATING! Always fun right?

The hike wasn't actually bad, in fact I believe I made it to the village before expected. I arrived mid-day and was greeted with warm welcomes from the people, Including the church. The whole village was lined up awaiting my arrival.
"Welcome, you man," I heard from the crowd. Out stepped a man dressed in what looked to be priest clothing, collar and all. He walked up to me and grabbed both my hands, I was pretty sweaty from my long hike and was surprised when he didn't at least cringe from my wet hands. Instead, he smiled and said, "you must be tired, come," keeping one of my hands in his own, he led me through the crowd as it started to disperse. In these small moments I noticed a few things, there were no children, all woman wore black Victorian style dresses, and all men wore white shirts and jeans, some wore straw hats.

"I'm the villages new priest, the last priest was relieved of his duties. My goal is to show the village that outsides, such as yourself, can bring new possibilities from god," the priest explained guiding me into a building that was obviously a worship center. Once he opened the doors he held the door open and allowed me in, inside was an average looking church, but what stood out was the cross being the alter, made out of thousands of lanterns; was a huge glowing cross standing behind the alter.

Walking close to the cross I stared at it. Each lantern had a name written in cursive on it. "What are the names for?", I asked still staring at the cross of lanterns.
"You might think of puritan belief as cruel, but we only want what's best for our people. These lanterns represent everyone's soul, everyone here in Utopia has one. Their responsible for making sure their lantern never burns out. I'm in charge of these lanterns, the lanterns of the ones who have passed on to heaven. As long as these lanterns stay alive, so do their souls.", he explained looking up at the cross with a look of pride and comfort. "Woah", I replied simply amazed by the power of religion to make something so beautiful out of something so drowned in sadness.