You were the royal inheritor of your ingdom. You had it all, but you weren’t free like you wanted to be. One day, sitting on your balcony, you wished to a star for your salvation to come. And it worked, but not how you wanted it.

Now, there was a lanky boy who looked your age in your balcony. He had yellow hair and star-shaped hazel eyes, which were as wide as his smile.

“Ha! Someone summoned me! It’s been so long… what’s your name? I’m Wish!”

He talked fast, as if he hadn’t in a while.