And The Wish...

And the Wish Boards a Ship

I fucking hate my luck.

HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!

I thought that I'd never see a troll again in my life.

Well, at least I hoped that.

But nooooooo, my luck just had to go and ruin the Crucible for me, didn't it?

I had all perfect rounds too....

I'm beginning to wonder if I was ever born with luck.

And this is just bloody great, the stupid round is about to begin.

I'll make it, that's for sure, but I'll never get Mr. Mad-Dog's legendary weapon, whatever it is.

"This is the final round, can she make it?" a voice from that man whose name I can never remember, if he told me it at all, comes out from a speaker.

Is his name Sam?

Nah.

"We've hauled in a feisty one for tonite folks!" Mad-Dog's voice continues on.

Oh...fucking...great.

You know, I just love all the special attention from being a Hero. You get candy, you get people who actually are interested in listening to you, you get even more candy, and a SHIT LOAD OF HELL ADDED TO A ALREADY SHITTY HELL TO FIGHT IN!

Well, at least I can get some free pudding when I go to the hospital, right?

Wait, no, I forgot, Westcliffe has NO MEDICAL BUILDINGS OR SPECIALISTS FOR A THOUSAND MILES and also the fact that THEY LET YOU BLEED TO DEATH IN THE CRUCIBLE!

Maybe I can be put in the hallow men themed round when I die.

But on the bright side, the troll has really crappy aim. I mean, I could stand still like a statue and the thing would never hit me.

It's as if it blind. That'd be funny if it were true.

Wow, Sparrow, just wow.

Oh! I think my brain is actually working for once!

I push out my hand and do this weird Hero-Will summon crap called magic and poof! everything freezes.

Except for me.

Yep, I'm so cool, time even stops as I pass it by.... I don't even know anymore. My brain left as soon as it came. Maybe my head is just to filthy and I need to clean it out. Note that I said filthy not dirty.

Taking out what I would say my trusty crossbow, if it were trusted, I begin shooting at the nerves, or what I like to call, little boogers, until they explode, leaving behind a lot of yellow glowing goo and even more of the smell of rotten eggs.

Oh how I wish I could fight a normal enemy for once.

Time suddenly pulls me back into it precious little world as people look around at each other and then to the indent of ground where the troll had once been, at first confused by how the happy little troll started from attempting to bash my head in to cowering underground, but now cheering for me.

Pfft, and they said it was a feisty one!

Too easy.

🌺😇🌺

"And no dogs allowed!" the scrawny little man says, crossing his arms.

Fuck my luck.

Oh hey! That rhymes!

Maybe I should make a poem about how I'm going to slice this dude's head off for denying my right to take my best friend along with me to the Spire.

Or I could just do I right here, right now.

Hammer pats me on the shoulder-treating me like a pet is for some reason her way of comforting me-and smiles weakly. "Don't worry, leave your stuff with me. Mrs. Johnson, Earlissa, and I will take care of Elizabeth and Daisy while your gone."

I nod once and take off my heavy belt covered in various bags. "Just when it was getting heavy, thanks pal," I say with a chuckle.

The little scrawny man who could possibly wash ashore dead due to an angry woman, soon eyes my cleaver. "No personal weapons either."

Oh, I swear, I will KILL that bastard!

Heaving the largest sigh of disappointment in centuries, I pull my cleaver up and over my head, stabbing it into the sand. Hammer makes a move to pick it up but just struggles time and time again.

"Hell, how do you swing with this?" Hammer asks in complete shock as I take it out and place it on top of her arms.

"My arms," I say with a shrug.

"Haha, very funny," she laughs back dryly.

"But it's true," I tell her with a grin.

"You just love dragging things into the ground, don't 'cha?"

"And then toss it into the air when I'm done. You know, I put so much force into it, it goes past the sun? You'll never see it again."

"It's a shame you can't throw yourself. You know, it'd so much quieter if you go."

"I am Hammer...."

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. Can't really believe it even now that we're about to part."

"You blabbering girls are annoying, you, winner, get on ship, we're leaving with or without you," the little man scoffs.

He is so dead.

"Well, bye Hammer, see you, well, I don't know when...." Hammer's face falls and I mentally smack myself. "But I am coming back. Try not to forget this lovely face, 'kay?"

Hammer rolls her eyes. "I can't, it haunts me everyday with its ugliness." She pauses. "Bye, Sparrow."

"Bye, Hammer."

And with that I board the ship.

I wonder how long it will take to get there, and the number of leagues between me and Lucien. I wonder what it would be like if and when I see him again. Will he recognize me? Maybe he's heard about me from Bowerstone. This could be a trap, even.

No. It's already a trap.

And I'm worried if I already fell into it without knowing.

What if I never return?

What if I die?

What if I never see Hammer again?

Never stop Lucien?

What if I never found Garth like Theresa had told me to do just before I was to be wed?

What if I never see Earl again?

Or my little Elizabeth?

What if she grows up motherless?

What if my wish never comes true?