Fountain of Youth

The Fountain of Youth

Having traversed the world countless times, I have witnessed all that exists. At the age of 2221, I can sense my time drawing near. Yet, there is one enigma that has eluded me—a tale that may have slipped away, hidden in lands now beyond our reach. Nevertheless, I shall transcribe the knowledge accumulated throughout my lengthy existence. In my youth as an elf, the world was my oyster. Stories had ignited my imagination, but one in particular had captivated me—the legend of the Fountain of Youth. Among the elves, it was believed that this sacred spring held the secret to our prolonged lifespans, setting us apart from other races. Night after night, I implored my grandparents to recount this fable. They spoke of a mystical well concealed within a long-forgotten land, tucked away deep inside a cavern. According to their account, this land existed beyond the dominion of any deity, suffused with an abundance of magic that had materialized into a sentient force. This race granted us the gift of eternal youth. Our people quenched their thirst from the well's enchanted waters, forever evading the grasp of old age. Our lifespans surpassed all limits. Alas, greed stained the hearts of some elves. As our numbers multiplied, the water steadily diminished each passing day. Ultimately, a decision was made—only the noblest among us would be granted access to the well. This choice proved short-lived. The race of magic discerned the well had sowed division, prompting them to seal the cave and banish the elves from that cherished land. Even without the water, our kind continued to outlive the other races.

Generations of young elves have been regaled with this cautionary tale, a reminder that we must share our blessings and embrace equality. Admittedly, this is a fable crafted for the minds of children, and the veracity it holds remains uncertain. Nevertheless, as a young and determined individual, I resolved to uncover the truth hidden within the depths of that well. My initial objective entailed discovering a general location. Since the well resided within a mountain, I sought the aid of the Dwergir. Dwelling in the mountains, they proved challenging to communicate with, but a few shiny stones persuaded them to guide me and my companions to every subterranean spring known to them. Regrettably, none matched the description passed down by my parents—an unassuming well fed by a slender cascade from the cave's ceiling. Years of travel and exploration had left my complexion pale. Defeat loomed over us until, by chance, we encountered a sailor who claimed to have sighted land within the mist! Could this be it? Perhaps mountains yet lay concealed within its shrouds. Thus, we acquired a vessel and embarked westward, scouring the mist's periphery, hoping for any semblance of land to manifest. Yet, all remained shrouded in white obscurity. Only one course of action remained—to plunge into the mist and persist in our quest. Alas, my comrades possessed greater wisdom than I, refusing to enter the foggy abyss, knowing that those who ventured within would never return.

In my later years, I would undertake the voyage beyond the mist. Though I sailed to the very edge of the world, I indeed beheld land on the cusp of the horizon, even discerning faint outlines of structures upon it. Nonetheless, my duty to reunite with my family came first. I leave you whit the coordinates of the land i have seen there. I hope it might help you
70°20'30"S 150° 58' 12" W