[h3]The Village & The Valley of the Wells[/h3][hr]
The village of Telos is hidden from the world in the Valley of the Wells. It is a peaceful place, hidden from the evils of the wider world, and home to many generations of farmers, craftsmen and hunters. 

The founder of Telos, Sage Nomikos led the fifteen families from the great danger five hundred years ago. The danger that none speak of tried to follow, but Nomikos cast a spell and built the iron door that guards the valley entrance. Safe in the valley, the Sage helped dig the first well and lay the stones of the first buildings. The fifteen families started a new life and many generations have thrived in the village of the Valley of the Wells. 

Now their are many wells dug, and as the years pass, many more have been built, for the wells dry up much quicker. In the north end of the valley, the deer and rabbit have disappeared. Old mothers say the lake that you must cross before you reach the iron door turns blood red on dark, moonless nights. 

The murmering elders know not what to do.

Then the iron door breaks. 

[i][color=lightgreen]Sasha danced along the crooked flagstone path, her bucket bouncing back and forth. A few paces behind trudged her brother Emet, gaze wandering to the tall cyprus trees that lined the little row. A cool breeze lifted the lithe branches and let them fall again. Songbirds chirped and clicked. Cool valley air brushed Emets bare ankles and chilled the wide stones of the path. 

"Not too fast, Sasha," said her older brother softly. "We have all day to-Sasha?" 

Emet looked ahead, searching for his sister. "Sasha?" he called again. Emet continued walking, the path dipping slightly and around a soft bend. There in the middle of the path lay Sasha's empty bucket on it's side. "Sasha!" shouted Emet.[/color][/i]