[GEN-001 : Gift] Whispers from the Well

The night that Bubbles decided to go to the wishing well, there was a very soft breeze, almost like that of the tide. She felt like it carried her to her destination, making it all the more magic in her eyes. She brought with her a treasured sand dollar, which she had found the past summer on a trip to the beach. It was a fitting and appropriate offering to the well, as she felt like it was a part of her in a way. 

On her trip, she took with her Äpfelchen, Zahnstocher, and her dear pet Waves. One should never take a journey this far alone, she thought. It was always nice to bring friends to keep you company. She thought about her wish, and became excited. What better way to secure an amazing new year full of love and health and happiness but by wishing for it with all your heart before it comes? A little help from the wishing well doesn’t hurt either. 

Once she reached her destination, Zahnstocher and Waves nestled up to her side, the breeze picking up and making it chilly at the well. Äpfelchen hopped up on the cool rock of the wellside and looked deep down at the water below, seemingly not worried about the temperature. “Be careful,” Bubbles said. 

She took out her sand dollar and closed her eyes, wishing harder than she ever had in her life. She wanted more years full of joy ahead of her, but focused on the closest one to come. When she was done wishing, she rubbed her paw against the sand dollar one more time and tossed it in the well. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked. 

Fireflies danced around her, lighting up the sky. She was surprised and overjoyed at the sight, imagining this as a subtle nod from the wishing well. Little Äpfelchen began chasing after a low-lying firefly, and Waves and Zahnstocher just looked with a soft sort of joy that only they knew about. Bubbles sat down, and her pets all gathered next to her, cuddling up for warmth. 

A trip to the wishing well on a young winter night ended up being one of the more memorable trips for dear Bubbles. She felt herself drifting, drifting, drifting off to sleep. Whispers from the wishing well that were as soft as waves and tickled at her eardrum. In the morning, she would wake up, and begin her journey home.