I am old..... My mortar crumbles and my stones are broken from years of weathering. I am the low wall of the well at the gate of Lumbridge Castle. I live only in the Classic Era, when the realm was new and untouched. I've spent my adolescence offering cool refreshment to young, fearless adventurers seeking their fortunes in a new, strange land. I have watched them mold into sturdy warriors, ripe with knowledge and experience. I watched them rush about accomplishing quests, exploring the roadway in search of new lands, and trading for new things. But that was then.....
This is now....
I sit here in silence, my water has fallen murky and still. Those who I watched grow are now old. Veteran adventurers they are called. I wait for them to return, but alas they are few and far between. Their friends have journeyed on into a new era and I have been all but forgotten by them. The occasional glimpse of a wanderer, just passing through, is all I acquire as I waste away in a slow decay....
I am the well of Lumbridge.....
I am lonely....
Very lonely....
And someone stole my bucket.....
13-Nov-2015 04:19:08
