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The grass goes 'CRUNCH'
The leaves go 'CRINKLE'
The branches go 'SNAP'

The Earth goes dry.

Oh spirit, spirit of Sky and Water. Soul of Life of Sustenance. Have mercy upon us all!

"I hear them." He speaks. "I hear their praise. Their prayers. But what do you want? Life for your crop? Or waste for your mines?"

Their sullen eyes look up at him, pleading and begging and hollow and dry.

"Please great spirit. Spare us from your whim. Our land is brittle and our wells run dry. The crops have failed and soon all will die."

"And what do you want from me?" He asks. "Some moisture for your gardens? Or something to poison for their dogs?"

"Great spirit, master of the water. Take pity upon your servants, your undeserving souls. Young are we but eager to learn, we squabble and squirm but we always yearn. The thirst of the land can only be quelled by your forgiving and sustaining hand."

"Flattery." He sighs. "These whims will get you no where. I want to know or you can go, just what it is you want from me? Do you thirst for your own body? Or is there something else you seek? Say it now and tell me how or you can leave me be."

"Great spirit, great power, we need you now this hour. Our time is near and soon we fear this land will wither away. We ask you now, and take a bow, please spare our future. The children deserve to see the light and not suffer through our self imposed plight."

"And here it is, the truth comes out." He smiles. "So all it takes is to raise the stakes and now you all want saviour. So tell me now, or turn around, just what do you want from me?"

"The gift, fine spirit, of life and death. A gift of heavenly water. These trees around and the animals abound do not deserve to suffer. We imposed this threat and now regret, just please dear spirit, make everything wet."

He sat in his tree and stared down at thee, his eyes studious and strong. Then at once he spoke again and his voice sounded like song.

"Alright." He said. "You've won this day, but do not keep me at bay. Prove to me that you can learn and your children will never yearn. For my touch of life is all that stands, between you and deaths cold hands. You'll die of dehydration first before your stomach could echo its thirst, now go and show just how you learn and let me hear your praise." He stands. "For I am Hollow, like the shells of your crops and I alone hold the key to your plots. Thirst no more but don't you dare live like before, for you will not feel your own consequences anymore..."

~ Hollow, Spirit of Water

Description
The grass goes 'CRUNCH'
The leaves go 'CRINKLE'
The branches go 'SNAP'

The Earth goes dry.

Oh spirit, spirit of Sky and Water. Soul of Life of Sustenance. Have mercy upon us all!

"I hear them." He speaks. "I hear their praise. Their prayers. But what do you want? Life for your crop? Or waste for your mines?"

Their sullen eyes look up at him, pleading and begging and hollow and dry.

"Please great spirit. Spare us from your whim. Our land is brittle and our wells run dry. The crops have failed and soon all will die."

"And what do you want from me?" He asks. "Some moisture for your gardens? Or something to poison for their dogs?"

"Great spirit, master of the water. Take pity upon your servants, your undeserving souls. Young are we but eager to learn, we squabble and squirm but we always yearn. The thirst of the land can only be quelled by your forgiving and sustaining hand."

"Flattery." He sighs. "These whims will get you no where. I want to know or you can go, just what it is you want from me? Do you thirst for your own body? Or is there something else you seek? Say it now and tell me how or you can leave me be."

"Great spirit, great power, we need you now this hour. Our time is near and soon we fear this land will wither away. We ask you now, and take a bow, please spare our future. The children deserve to see the light and not suffer through our self imposed plight."

"And here it is, the truth comes out." He smiles. "So all it takes is to raise the stakes and now you all want saviour. So tell me now, or turn around, just what do you want from me?"

"The gift, fine spirit, of life and death. A gift of heavenly water. These trees around and the animals abound do not deserve to suffer. We imposed this threat and now regret, just please dear spirit, make everything wet."

He sat in his tree and stared down at thee, his eyes studious and strong. Then at once he spoke again and his voice sounded like song.

"Alright." He said. "You've won this day, but do not keep me at bay. Prove to me that you can learn and your children will never yearn. For my touch of life is all that stands, between you and deaths cold hands. You'll die of dehydration first before your stomach could echo its thirst, now go and show just how you learn and let me hear your praise." He stands. "For I am Hollow, like the shells of your crops and I alone hold the key to your plots. Thirst no more but don't you dare live like before, for you will not feel your own consequences anymore..."

~ Hollow, Spirit of Water