By the time she reached the surface, the first trickle of water was already spilling over the lip of the Cracked Lands, heading straight for the village irrigation ditches. Natsuki stood at the edge, a silhouette of deep bronze against the rising moon, watching the lifeblood return to Impregnaria. The earth had broken, but the village was finally whole. If you'd like to continue this story, let me know: Should Natsuki discover ancient secrets revealed by the receding water? Does the village celebrate her as a hero or a thief of the earth's power? Should we focus more on the supernatural elements of the Cracked Lands?
Which alternative would you prefer?