The light from the sun filtered through the curtains into a large spacious bedroom. The room was tastefully decorated with what can be considered the finer things in life: bookshelves and drawers made of purple mahogany, a red marble coffee table and purple satin couches, and a great canopy bed with purple silk sheets. Laying upon said bed was a young girl with pale clammy skin.
The girl seemed to be sleeping but on closer inspection it was clear the sleep was not restful. The girl’s breath was coming out in labored huffs, her skin had a thin sheen of sweat, and there were bags under her eyes that show she does not get a proper amount of rest. At times the girl would release a silent cough or two: it was apparent this child was very sick.
Suddenly, the girl sprang upright and began a series of hacking coughs that sounded painful to the ears and for her throat. Blood soon splattered from her mouth as she tried to clear her windpipe. Soon, she calmed down, her hoarse breath itching her already scratched throat and tears rolling down her face. The child was in so much pain.
The girl shimmed to the edge of the bed; she needed a glass of water. As she was about jump off something in the corner of her eye caught her attention: a man was sitting on her couch. He was sitting there reading a book, nothing else. The man wore a simple dress shirt and slacks and did not even have shoes. The man looked up from his book and gave the girl a devious looking smirk.
“Ah, miss Ligero, a pleasure to see you awake,” the man’s voice flowed like cough syrup, smooth with expected bitterness.
Miss Ligero was frozen in shock, unable to comprehend how this man got into her room. There are guards everywhere on the premises and they would not have missed such a strange individual. The man gave a quite chuckle, “Are you going to address you guest or am I going to have to assume you’re mute?”
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“Who are you?” Miss Ligero’s voice barely came out as a croaky whisper,” And how did you get into my room?”
The man gave a simple smile, “To answer your first question, I do not have a name. Most just refer to me as the Wish Granter,” the so-called Wish Granter waved his hands with a grand flourish. He man soon stood up from the couch and began to make his way to the bed, “And as for your second question, I just appeared.”
“And to answer your third unasked question, I’m here to grant you your wish,” the Wish Granter was now standing before miss Ligero, “Obviously.”
Miss Ligero looked up to the man with deep uncertainty. She had heard of the Wish Granter but could not fathom that he would appear before her. The girl’s throat was starting to really burn, which reminded her that she needed a glass of water. Miss Ligero made to reach for the pitcher on her nightstand only to notice the man holding a glass for her.
Miss Ligero took the glass hesitantly. The Wish Granter gave her another simple smile that was obviously disingenuous. He then moved to take a seat at the end of her bed.
“So,” the tone of the Wish Granter’s voice changed to something more business-like, “Miss Ligero, what is your wish?”
Miss Ligero, while taking small sips of water, pondered the question. She already knew what she would wish for but was on the fence if she should. After she finished her water miss Ligero decided to voice her thoughts.
“The illness I have is stated to be incurable. My family had sought out the aid of many great doctors and magicians and not a single one knew how to help,” miss Ligero stared the Wish Granter right in the eyes,” It is stated you can grant any wish no matter how impossible, is this true?”
The Wish Granter gave a self-assured, “Why of course, what need do I need to lie about my capabilities?”
Miss Ligero exhaled a quite sigh, “I’ve been told by many experts that I wouldn’t live to my 16th birthday,” the young girl gave a few agitated coughs, “There were many things that I wanted to do in my life. I really don’t want to die, not so soon,” miss Ligero looked to the Wish Granter with absolute resolution.
“My wish is to be rid of the illness that is killing me.”
The wish Granter clapped his hands together and jumped with seeming joy, “ Your wish has been granted, but beware for how one’s wish is fulfilled is not how it is to be expected or wanted.”