You stood over the well, throwing in your coin with a soft sigh. You and Arthur were running errands in town and you couldn’t neglect the well that you always visited, always wishing for something. Sure you were well over 20 but you always had a mythical side.

Arthur chuckled as he stood behind you, shaking his head. “What you wish’n for this time? Prince Charming?” He asked in a playfully sarcastic tone.