The Selfless and the Hopeful

the boy

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I rushed to the front of the group, eager to see The First Well for myself. There it was. It was indescribable. The water was the clearest, purest, most perfect thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't even just how it looked, but how it made me feel. I felt genuinely at peace when I was in the presence of this magical place.
The trees surrounding the Well were the largest, most magnificent in existence. I was sure of that.
The Well was so well hidden by the shrubbery and trees, we wouldn't have been able to locate it without Kalmar.
We made our way down the hill to the water's edge. After a few moments of staring into its depths, and Oskar quoting some old book, we turned our attention to the reason we had come. Artham lay Janner's body on the ground and unwrapped the cloths. He was impossibly thin, and the many scars that adorned his beyond pale body stuck out like snakes in the snow. His simple brown jacket and pants seemed several sizes too big for him. I looked away as the most unusual feeling coursed through me. It took me a moment to pin down the name of it.
Reverence.
That was it.
The boy laying in front of me was not just a boy with a good heart. No, he was a humble, completely selfless man; the son of the High King of Anniera.