"No." I replied firmly. "No, Jeanie-- or whatever your real name is. I have a wish for you."
She raised a hand. "Remember, Abel. I've lived millennia. I've never had a home. I may wish for death. You should save this wish for one of your loved ones-- it will still be viable after I die. Your last memento of me."
"Shut up." I told her. "You are one of my loved ones."
"Death is just another stage." She would have gone on, perhaps till she died, but I put my hand over her mouth.
"Jeanie," I said, "I wish that you'll be able to heal yourself-- heal anyone. Just, survive."
She blinked. Her eyes glowed gold, the flecks in them overwhelming the grey. She closed them, for a moment, and the color pushed its way through the lids, making them an otherworldly orange. Sighing, she opened them and stood, flicking off the injury.
I stood with her, gazing desperately at her face.
She reached her arms out, feeling the wind currents. Closing her eyes once more, she shook her loose hands at the surrounding air, and I felt a healing warmth fly through me. Around us, the unconscious stirred, the pale found blood again, and fragments of metal wormed their way out of people's torsos to clatter on the ground.
"Jeanie--" I started.
"Abel Continea." She said. "I should really scold you."
"Do I have to cover your mouth again?"
She shook her head. "Thanks." She said. "I didn't want to die."
"Then why didn't you say so?"
I huffed, turning to walk away.
She followed. "Are we going to the beach?"
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasiaAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
