Rare and always few in number, the interceptors would first come to the stream as children. It was an initiation rite, of sorts, to bring a
child at a certain age to this particular stream, to test them. If the child could sit by the water, observe with passing interest the objects
flow down stream, and leave without incident, then all would sigh in relief. Conversely, if a child was unmistakably absorbed by the river,
and had to be dragged away kicking and screaming, or even quietly sulking, an appointed elder would be retained to teach the child the
interceptor's art. Most went mad, became disruptive to the village and died.|
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