Wainning Well

When love runs dry as will our well, leaving all the world exposed to the eyes of hell.
Yes, in a month of blue moons creatures of all kinds await, beneath the grounds they set a date. This will be our fate. On the brightest moon the power of our well will fail, unless our hero prevails.
With his deep fiery eyes and long brown hair, and the love of a sister that will forever be there. Even the great tower big ben looks up at them. With time on his mind and the lives of his friends for him to prevail one must end.

Co-Written by @SammySawr