Cries of panic could be heard from the nearby town as the flood of lava began oozing its way to the unprotected city. Jack leapt from the tower entrance to pieces of the fallen tower floating along the lava river. Using this method, he hopped from piece to piece until he reached the city, jumping from the debris to the city gates faster than the lava could reach.

The trading town was full of all kinds of people, all in a panic-fueled frenzy trying to get out of the city before the river reached it. A young woman stood out from the crowd drawing water from a well in the center of town. She had drawn a dozen pails before the tower's explosion and was in the process of drawing more.

"Why do you not run like the others?" He asked a she approached her. She shuddered and drew a veil over her face, her glowing green eyes turning to him in surprise, "You do not know? The voice told me you would come to the city to save us. She said you would use water to save the town."

Growing tired of double meanings and the strangeness associated with the new era Aku had brought about; Jack helped her tote the water to the city gates. "This is for you." She said, offering him a large horn. "What do I do with it?" He asked, keeping an eye on the approaching lava. "I have no idea." She stated calmly before trotting off to gather more water.

Shrugging, Jack inhaled deeply and blew into the horn as hard as he could. The ear-splitting sound surrounded the area, stopping the panic in its tracks. All stopped and looked at the samurai in puzzlement, their fear temporarily forgotten. "Water!" He called to the people, "We need to throw water on the lava before it gets to the city if you want to save your homes!"

Mumbling their confusion, the crowd followed his orders as he directed them to save their town. Women, children, and men of all ages and races gathered buckets and shovels under Jack's direction and began to dig a large moat around the front of the city while others drew water from the well with the young woman.

Together they managed to fill the moat with water while directing the lava flow around the city at the same time.

Once the city was safe, the people burst out in triumph; unaware that their hero had slipped away through a back gate.

Jack followed the obsidian stream to his destination, the horn left hanging on the city's wall.

The soft smile of the young woman spreading across her lips knowingly.