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Letter to my lineage “ When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds.” - Patanjali The year is 1426 in the outer region of the city center in an old apartment building, in a candle lit room sits a young man named Edward Timbleston at his writing desk. Every two minutes he looks at the door then window then at his findings and research which is scattered around the apartment. He then continues to write a letter of great importance for whomever will find it afterwards. Down in the streets the sound of people walking about, some living on the street sounds lightly through the window. Edward hears the sound and looks up again.“I hope this will work” he continues writing with a deep expression of worry on his face. “To whomever reads this letter I hope it finds you under better circumstances than in which I am writing this letter to you. There is a fountain hidden in the South region of the world of which the water carries great wisdom and truth about the world in our world and the things unseen. I have scattered clues all around that leads to the fountain for safety. You see there is a secret organization that is after this fountain for their own gain and they claim to be from the church but I have seen what they do and they are not from the church. Please be vigilant and find the fountain before them and spread the truth. 1

Edward looks up and at the brown water flask next to his bed. With sadness in his eyes he continues writing. “ I’m leaving the first clue in my water flask for you to find. Please make haste when you find this letter for I will be long gone. The flask will have my initials on it with the clue. I wish you all the best dear friend. Yours Truly Edward Timbleston ” Edward takes out the letter and places it in his wife’s drawer, closes the book and makes his way to bed. Knowing he has a long journey placing the clues and might not even survive the trip.”I hope you find it.” he mumbles to himself as he climbs into bed.”Did you say something dear?” His wife asked turning towards him still in slumber. “ No darling.” Edward replies and falls asleep. 2