I want to write it so that 2 monks (or otherwise noble men) and 1 more "rough around the edges" escort go on this expedition, 1 looking to connect with nature (and form mana bonds with the locations) another wants to see these sights/sites (lol both definitions) and portrait them as best as he'll remember it, as few things last on Zendikar, especially with those infernal Eldrazi muckin' about. The other is merely there for physical treasures or prizes that can be squeezed out of the trip. They of course have their own reasons. When they come to the end of the expedition and come upon the Sunspring, the 2 monks are content to merely drink from the spring, causing no noticeable change. When the brash gentleman voices his frustration and intentions to destroy the spring (Nature's Claim) a nearby vampire who had been stalking them reveals himself and approaches the spring's waters, which respond by turning blood red. The youth continues to claim the spring, however, triggering the vampire's Needlebite Trap and a fight ensues, the other 2 men doing what they can as non-violently as they can. I haven't yet decided the final end result.

Because he is there for FAR less noble reasons than his 2 traveling companions, and at first glance, the spring is merely a beautiful structure with pure, rich water to drink. No treasure, no magic to speak of, nothing that he can tell is of value to him (while the other 2 men for 1. enjoyed the expedition for its own sake and 2. actually appreciate the spring for what it is, or at least as it appears to them) the other man sees the whole expedition as a waste (as they did not encounter anything of THAT sort of value, if not, they were always unable to claim it) so out of anger and frustration he prepares to destroy it. The vampire does notice its value, and attempts to use it to "gain 8 life" so to speak. I may add that the vampire also secretly was to blame for the troubles they faced getting there, but the monks try talking out of a fight and merely let the vampire take advantage of the spring (but at the same time kind of warping its beauty, as I would illustrate it as yielding blood instead of pure water to accommodate the vampire) so they can perhaps survive the experience. The other man is too proud and selfish and reluctant to return with nothing to show for it, so he picks a fight with the vampire and "sacrifices" the spring (both as an "F U" to the vampire, and by "sacrificing" it, it would yield the healing powers it's supposed to) prompting the vampire's trap and a struggle to ensue.

The elves of Shadowmoor will seek
What beauty can be found,
They’ll never stop, though tired, weak,
And slumped against the ground.

The world of endless, ceaseless night
Is drenched in grime and mud,
And while the hopeful elves seek light,
The world demands their blood.

The beauty of a field, a wood,
Is what they’re searching for,
But is it true that beauty could
Exist in Shadowmoor?

These elves seek safety ‘neath each star,
And down each lonely mile,
But if they search for Zendikar,
That search may take a while!