Every year, someone from the kingdom was chosen by a well known god, Annalia, to receive one wish.

Your name was drawn this year, and now you find yourself face to face with the god herself. Her eyes glowing a bright white, skin shining lightly.

“My child,” she says, beaming down at you, “Your wish?” She asks, smiling.

She waits patiently, her hair seeming to float in every which direction she turned her head, her eyebrows raised expectantly. It’s as though she’s inspecting you.