You were happily laying in a field at eleven pm, and you were star gazing. The stars were shining beautifully in the dark skies, making you smile. You could see a shooting star crossing the skies, so you decided to take a chance. Closing your eyes, you made a wish. When you opened your eyes, you saw a mystical figure in front of you. He stood there in golden shoes, gazing at you a bit blankly before leaning on one leg, a hand on his hip.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one."

He asked gently but noticed the look in your eyes. He smiles and gave a deep bow, closing his eyes.

"The names Arlo Astrom, sweetheart. What may your wish be?"