#wishgranting

       *       𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  the  cause  came  not  from  a  battle,  but  a  simple  slip  up  from  peeling  carrots.  Did  he  even  notice  the  cut,  was  their  any  feeling  from  such  accident  ??  Both  with  the  same  conclusion  of  no,  that  it  took  the  startling  cries  of  Sumire  to  point  out  the  tickling  blood  that  came  from  his  palm.  It  didn’t  even  hurt,  it  just  felt  natural  in  fact. How  sad  this  is,  but  what  could  it  be  that  blinded  the  child  from  this  discovery ??  Could  it  be  a  mix  of  being  too  naive,  the  blinding  innocence  of  being  a  child  or  that  he  was  just  used  to  this  feeling  of  being  in  a  state  of  injury  ?? 

❛     ah ,   sumire ?     ❜          there’s  a  certain  spring  in  her  step  as  she  walks  up  to  him ,   a  telltale  sign  that  she’s  in  a  good  mood ,   for  whatever  reason .     he’s  learned  to  welcome  sumire’s  affection ,   as  odd  as  it  may  be  to  him ,   though  he  still  finds  himself  taken  aback  as  lips  are  pressed  to  his  cheek .     he  can’t  think  of  the  last  time  he’s  considered  someone  so  close  to  him     -----      perhaps  that's  because  there  never  was  another  time ,   now  that  he  thinks  about  it     -----     but sumire is like family ,   a  younger  sibling  he  never  had ,   someone  he’s  become  protective  of .     it’s  hard  to  adjust ,   but  he  tries     -----     he  tries .

  YES   /   @wishgranting ❝    sure   ,   if  you ...

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❛     is that so ...     ❜     this is the first thing she’s said to him in the past ten minutes . he’s unsure what prompted this , or what she’s even talking about at all , and frankly he doesn’t think she has an answer for him .     ❛     and who might that be .. ?     ❜

❛     sorry alluka . it has to be this way .     ❜     he proceeds to take her diamond sword .     ❛     you keep finding all the diamonds and my weapons suck .     ❜

let verity draw you cowards

In a forgotten corner of the world, beyond the rolling hills and thick forests, stood a mysterious carnival frozen in time. The moonlight danced on the icy surface of a carousel, its horses suspended mid-gallop, their manes and tails frosted like the breath of winter. The carnival had been abandoned for years, or so the villagers thought, until the whispers began.

It was on a bitterly cold night that Elara, a young girl with a heart full of dreams, heard the stories. The old folk spoke in hushed tones of a magical carousel hidden deep in the woods—one that could grant any wish to those who were brave enough to ride it. But the price was steep: only those who faced their deepest fears could ride without being swallowed by the ice that encased it.

Elara, longing for adventure, set out the very next evening. The wind howled, and the trees groaned under the weight of snow, but Elara pressed on, determined to find the carousel. When she finally reached the clearing, there it was, magnificent and eerie—frozen yet full of life, waiting.

The carousel stood silent as if daring her to approach. Her breath caught in her throat as she laid her hands on one of the horses. The ice beneath her fingers shimmered, and for a moment, she saw flashes of her past—her happiest memories, and then, her greatest fear: the loss of her family. Her mother had passed when she was very young, and Elara feared being alone forever.

She hesitated, but the winds whispered her name. "Ride, and your wish will be granted."

With a steady breath, Elara climbed onto the horse, her heart pounding. The instant her feet touched the stirrups, the carousel began to turn. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, until the wind rushed in her ears. The ice cracked beneath her, not threatening, but inviting, as if the carousel was alive.

As the ride spun, Elara closed her eyes. She thought of her mother, of the warmth of her embrace, and the joy of family. The carousel swirled faster, the ice now breaking, melting away like the winter thaw. She felt her heart expand with hope—she wasn’t alone anymore.

When the carousel finally came to a stop, the moonlight bathed the clearing in a soft glow. The ice had vanished, leaving behind a lush meadow. Elara looked around, astonished. The carnival was no longer frozen in time. The horses stood still, but they weren’t cold anymore; they were warm, vibrant, waiting for their next rider.

She smiled, knowing her wish had come true—not for the return of her mother, but for the strength to carry her memory in her heart forever. Elara dismounted the horse and turned to leave, but as she walked away, the carousel began to spin again, beckoning another brave soul.