Visiting the Church

…we traveled there by coach over several days, and I was not privy to the visit. Isabella met the man in his cell alone, and spoke with him for hours before she finally returned. Her eyes were bright, and where the tedium of days had worn upon her, she seem invigorated with new life. I have seen this look before, and I do not like it. It was the light that burned in her brother's eyes – her father's eyes. Worried, I asked her how the conversation had gone, and she said, the treasure upon the man was not the Azoth, but the man himself. He was living proof that the Fountain of Youth existed, and it could grant eternal life to those who found it. The isle of Azoth was no legend – it was true. I asked her what could be gained from such knowledge, and she laughed lightly and replied, “Because he says he can take us there.” - F