Drought was expected during the prolonged summer months. Planters tilled the land as best as they could and relied on the lake--believed to be inhabited by an ethereal fairy--to sustain their meager crops. It was habitual for one feeble farmer to fetch water for his house after a hard day's work. Little did he know that doing so that fateful afternoon would spur a chain of events far greater and more catastrophic than the recent devastation the second World War had left in its wake. Life, as the quiet town of San Ruisenores knew it, would never be the same again."