  &quot;Once upon a time, a man with a gift from God to heal and help people moved into a beautiful small village. The villagers welcomed him at first but when they discovered his ability they turned against him, accusing him of witchcraft and black magic. The man who only wanted to help got tortured then thrown into an empty well to starve to death. Little did the villagers know that the man would come back, to get his revenge, as the well-monster. Every night the well-monster would crawl out of his well, take one of the villagers back down with him and feast on their flesh until the whole village was drained.&quot;
  &quot;They should never have starved him to death.&quot;
  &quot;You are right, my dear.&quot;
  &quot;But grandma, why did they kill him in the first place? Didn't he get the gift from God?&quot;
  &quot;Yes. But people always fear what they don't understand. Anyway, I do

  &quot;Wait!&quot; but she was already gone.
  Lucian was still confused. How was he supposed to bath here? He went the box with the things she called scr.a.p.ers. Grabbing one he looked at it. How was he supposed to use this? And he had never used a pumping faucet before.
  Lucian sighed with frustration when he heard the creaking sound of the door opening. An old man walked inside and began undress.
  Lucian observed the man and tried to follow his steps. He filled a bucket with water, took a thing that looked like a stone from one of the boxes to wash himself and the scr.a.p.er to scrub the dirt off. It was really a strange way to bath Lucian thought as he rinsed off everything with the clean but cold water.
  Lastly he dried himself then slid into the new clothes he got from the woman he still didn't know the name of. When he walked outside he was surprised to find Elle waiting for 

  Never had a sword touched him before and now he was feeling his flesh being cut time after time. Never had he missed to hit right before but now he was failing miserable. Rage filled his chest. Pierre would never have been able to enter the castle without help from inside which meant some of his men betrayed him. They even dared to poison him and now the poison was starting to do it's own magic.
  His heart was slowing down painfully making it difficult to breathe. His limbs became weak and his vision blurry. He tried to use his powers, but none of it was working.
  Another cut on his back and he fell to his knees. Two soldiers grabbed each of his arms and dragged him on the floor then threw him in front of a pair shoes. As his heart painfully squeezed inside his chest Lucian tried to get up.
  &quot;Look who his one their knees.&quot;
  Lucian knew this annoying voice, it was Pierre. 

&quot;Once upon a time, a man with a gift from God to heal and help people moved into a beautiful small village. The villagers welcomed him at first but when they discovered his ability they turned against him, accusing him of witchcraft and black magic. The man who only wanted to help got tortured then thrown into an empty well to starve to death. Little did the villagers know that the man would come back, to get his revenge, as the well-monster. Every night the well-monster would crawl out of his well, take one of the villagers back down with him and feast on their flesh until the whole village was drained.&quot;
  &quot;They should never have starved him to death.&quot;
  &quot;You are right, my dear.&quot;
  &quot;But grandma, why did they kill him in the first place? Didn't he get the gift from God?&quot;
  &quot;Yes. But people always fear what they don't understand. Anyway, I don't want you playing near the well from now on, do you understand?&quot;
  &quot;Yes, grandma.&qu

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