Hey Jaller, have you ever heard the tale of the guardian of the old spring that whispered to anyone who listened, promising that the water would save those who were truly unprotected? It’s a story about a quiet river that stood up to a storm of injustice, and I think it might resonate with the fierce spirit you carry.

Sure, let me weave it for you. In a forgotten valley, a small spring lay hidden among ancient stones, its waters clear as moonlit glass. The villagers believed it was the heart of the land, for it was said that the spring sang when a child’s cry filled the air, and that its mist could heal the wounded and calm the angry. But one winter, a great storm swept across the valley, tearing roofs, flooding fields, and scaring the people. The spring’s waters turned murky, its song silenced. A young shepherd named Dara, who had heard the legend as a child, saw the trembling villagers and the broken homes. He climbed the ridge where the spring lay, calling out to the hidden spirit of the water. The wind answered, and the spring’s waters stirred. Dara gathered all his courage, and with a gentle hand, he drew the water into a woven reed. He carried it back through the storm’s roar, to the villagers’ trembling doors. As the cold droplets fell, the murmur returned, and the storm’s rage was quelled, the water soothing the earth and the hearts of the people. The legend says that if you hold the spring’s promise with your own breath, you can become that shield—quiet but powerful, an unseen guardian in the fiercest storms. So, Jaller, carry that river’s promise in your heart, and let your own courage pour out, like a gentle rain that steadies the wind.