Mentiri
A legendary city of gold. That's what I was after, a legendary city filled with gold. Not literal gold, obviously. Rather, a legendary city of water, a legendary city filled with water to the brim like an alcoholics thirty-first swig. And I have been searching, from town to town to base to base of this legendary city; Mentiri. Yet no matter what I tell them, what the prizes could be for finding Mentiri, the legendary city of metaphorical gold, they never listen. All of them, every man, woman, even child, they give my tales of a no ear, some dare not bat an eye at me as if I am crazy. Little do they know that I know that my great ancestors from the tribe of Schwachsinnig, that they know the city of water, Mentiri exists. Because they've seen it, and they've seen it. The legends of them braving the barren, dust covered wastes only to discover a land brimming with pure, untouched water. Beautiful, a tale which brought a tear to my eye, and the eyes of the children, their bright, booming smiles as they hear the tales of my ancestors, the pastor face reds as he furthers into the legendary story of my ancestors, perhaps embarrassed he cannot be the hero's of the tale, unlike me, I will be the hero of my tale, of my tribe. They will look up to me, the children, their children once the current children become adults, the current adults, and the children of the current children will look up upon me such as the current children and the current adults did. I will become a legend, perhaps the Man who found The Water. Or perhaps that is not catchy enough, the Mentiri Man! Yes of course, the Mentiri Man. Genius, fantastic.
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