Tired and thirsty, you walk into a cave at the edge of the ocean. You had been traveling, when a storm hit. As you finally reach some shelter, you sit down on some moss, looking curiosly around. You're in a deep tunnel with many doors branching off. The dark light grabs you from all around and you shiver as only a small shaft of moonlight enters the room. Standing up you decided to make your way along the passage, as you get farther down the passage, you notice the crumbling walls and splintered doors that inhabit the worn tunnel. You step over weeds that crowd the floor. As you continue down, more timber and stones bar the way. You knock them out of the way and shake dust. Shoving your way through you come to an old oak door. It's padlock is rusted onto in place and the wood is old but sturdy. Next to the door you see an old sign that shines dimly in the moonlight. You look closely at it and make out Holt Freewater~Peace in the forest engraved in elegent cursive which seemed to be done with much care. The air is deathly silent..as it is broken...by drops of ancient water that echos..in the caverns of blue. You walk outside the lonesome and ancient cave and shade your eyes againsy the setting sun, and see the homely place Holt Gold Ripple the new site of Holt Freewater Travellers have found this place since July 10, 1999-2000