It has a face
And so, after many years, the long and arduous journey of our hero had come to an end. He had finally reached his heart's desire; the fountain of youth. It was a triumph in solitude, since all the members of his expedition had -ironically- died during their endeavour to achieve eternal life.
Tired, yet excited, he immersed his clasped hands into the well. And while the purity of the water moistened his lips someone was staring at him from within the depths of the well itself. Whoever it was, his face revealed the unfettered ferocity of a wounded animal.