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The willow tree did not answer immediately but after a short delay its rough gentle voice replied with a hint of puzzlement in its tones.

“Well my young dracon friend …. Who I am is not a problem but the puzzlement is where I am? ….My name is rather long and would take much of the rest of this brightening in the explaining and telling of it. Treant names are long and you little folk are so impatient but you may call me “Willowman” it serves. Now my hasty friend the where is a mystery my roots are unused to this place my very being is still feeling its way into the ground of this place but I know one thing for certain this is a good place the water is strong and it sings in my branches and trunk .I was old and at the end of a long life more winters than I can count have passed across my branches and yet this place …..I feel like a sapling fresh from the seed. Where am I my young friend?

Darkthael would be feeling remarkably well, the water was good it was the best water he had eve drunk. Energy coursed through his veins and if he had old scars about his body he would find to his amazement that they were gone.

Trysvale had cottoned on that the island was ready for visitors and the Medonian human Danael was not alone. A family was approaching the pool gossiping and moaning as families do .Grandmother was being born on her chair by two husky grandsons. The arthritis had taken her legs and arms and she lived in a world of pain something she constantly let her long suffering relatives know all about!

Ignoring Danael they set up a picnic by the pool spreading a gaily coloured cloth and bread and cheese on the ground. Grandmother whined I am thirsty bring me some of that water her dutiful grandson scooped up a cup and gently let his granny sip the cool brew.

Danael would bear witness to the next few moments . The grannies eyes widened and a tremulous hand went to her knee and then to her shoulder ….No pain she wheezed No pain her hands went to the arms of the chair and with a little effort she raised herself off the seat and onto her feet. look at me she called out her voice clear and strong. She walked, she stepped easy on the green sward, she raised her arms above her head, she lifted a foot and did a little dance step then raising her skirts she jigged across the grass.

The grannies family looked on in amazement. The old lady had been virtually bound to her chair by her illness for eras and now she was capering across the grass like a twelve year old.

The trees voice sounded in Danaels mind. I told you young man that this water was strong and good.