I guess I should stop being rude and introduce myself before I continue any further. My name is Rowan Waters. No...it's not a pun or word play because one does not row water...one rows with an oar. Oh, but here I am rambling again...I was born and raised in the city of Revenga. Revenga is an underground city...the old ones always said it had once been a shelter for mankind when the bombs fell. I guess when you are stuck in a bunker for years you tend to want a little more space...the result...a city made of tunnels, and natural caves. Now it dosen't exactly sound like the most beautiful place on Earth I know...however, Revenga was a major tradeing spot for caravaners, and travelers of all sorts. Revenga provided clean spring water for those who lived there, and those just visiting. On the opposite side of the city, there was another spring, this one being hot in nature and possesd medicinal qulities. Two sources of water, with two seperate purposes...Revenga did quite well for and underground dwelling. But most importantly...it was my home. Everyone I knew...everyone I cared about was there. I was only 17 and a simple tunnel digger...but life was good. Life was simple, and I was moderately happy...that is...until that day came along...and my life...would change...forever...
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