Stepping out into the cool evening air, I turn back to the grateful faces of the small family standing in their doorway.

Villager : Thank you so much for your help, y/n.

Villager's wife : I was so worried my children would starve this winter.

Y/n smiled and replied,' No problem at all, I am glad I could help. A simple wish for a fruitful harvest.'

Y/n in her mind.

(I had granted grander wishes before. It won't take long to recover from this one, I want to help others as much as I can. Those who are not afraid to ask for help at least. I am grateful they didn't report me as soon as they found out I was a wisher. )

The Villager's wife steps forward, holding a bag of gold coins and offers it to Y/n as a form of payment but Y/n pushes it back to her chest as she smiles at them and says,'I don't take money for my services, people often need my help because they can't afford the alternative. I could never put a price on the suffering of others, your happiness is payment enough.

The villager smiled, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulders and said,' Thank you so much again y/n, we are very grateful to you. We know you can't stay but if you ever find yourself coming this way, please feel free to stop by.

Y/n: I hope you have a bountiful harvest this year. In fact, I guarantee it.

With a final wave, Y/n bid farewell and look up at the stars appearing in the darkening sky.

Y/n thought to herself (It feels good to be able to help people again. They haven't been led to fear WISHERS yet.)

After fleeing persecution from her hometown, Y/n had stopped by the slums on the outskirts of the city of Arden and went around granting wishes to people in need.

Y/n POV

Maybe I should stay here a while longer, I should have enough money for at least a couple more nights. I just need to stay out of trouble and hopefully not draw too much attention to myself.

I barely made a few steps before my path was blocked by a group of men in uniforms. My heart sank when I recognized the uniform, they belong to the Supernatural Enforcers.

How did they find me already? Were they tipped off?

The tallest man stepped forward with a sneer curling on his lips. The way he carries himself tells me that he's in charge of the group.

He asked me, ' You are not from around here, are you ? What's your name?'

...I decided to play it cool and replied back saying ' Me? Oh, yeah, no. I am just a merchant passing through.'...

The group members step closer, as I fight the urge to run.

'What were you doing in that house?' The Viceroy asked me.

'Selling my goods,' I replied

He surrounds me while I stay frozen, my eyes looking for possible escape routes.

One of the enforcers leans to whisper into the Viceroy's ear. (Sir Cross, this is the girl that got away from Ebonvale, she is the one you have been looking for.)

A chill runs down my spine at the mention of my hometown. Just how long have they been tracking me? And so the Viceroy name is Cross.

Cross then turns to me sternly and warns me saying, 'Do not to toy with me. By the order of the King, you must state who you are and what your magic is even asked. We suspect you of being a WISHER.

My blood runs cold and the look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly who I am.

I reach for the pouch in my pocket. I wasn't expecting to have to use this so soon,

'Well you are mistaken, I am not a WISHER, ' I lied . But it did not work, Cross smirks as I tighten my grip on the pouch.

Seize her , he said .

I managed to evade the enforcer, who tried to grab me and threw sand into the faces of the other enforcers before slipping into a nearby alley. People step out of the way in shock as I rush past them. Pain shoots through my back as I am hit with a bolt of electricity.

Enforcer 1 : There's no use in running away, WISHER. We have you surrounded.

I fell down on the ground as I got hit again ( What was that? They are using magic- numbing weapons now?)

Determined to escape, I started crawling , wincing in pain. I looked over my shoulder and saw the Enforcers closing in on me.

Y/n POV

...I push over some crates and barrels in a bid to buy myself some more time. With the last of my strength, I got back on my feet....

...Pieces of wood whistle past my ears as the enforcers burst through my pathetic barricade. Heart pounding in my ears, I looked for a place to hide. Another bolt hits me, sending me sprawling to the ground again....

My vision starts to get blurry, and a wave of sickness washes over me.

COME ON, Y/N. COME ON ! GET UP. (I told myself)

...Back on my feet once more, I find myself at a river bank. I stumble towards the edge, but before I can look back another jolt hits me, which causes me to slip. A strangled cry left my throat as I hit my head and plunged into the darkness of the sea....

My eyes flutter open, and I immediately squeezed them shut again. Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, I grit my teeth.

(My head, something doesn't feel right)

I can feel that I am laying on something comfy, is it a bed? But how ? I thought to myself.

Voices fade in and out. I tried to touch my head,, but I couldn't move my right arm. Using my left elbow, I try propping myself up. A hiss escapes through my teeth.

'Hey, hey. Lie back down.

Try not to move.'

I heard a voice advising me.

I asked' WH_where am I?' (My voice sounds shaky, but I can think of nothing but the excruciating pain in my head.)

' You are in a nice, warm bed . And most importantly you're safe.' The man said.

My eyes snap open , and I am able to focus atlast. I look up and meet the gaze of a striking man with an alluring smile. (Wow , I mumbled to myself).

'I was beginning to think that you'd never wake up', he said.

'H_how long has it been?' I asked.

'You, sleeping beauty have been out for two whole days.'

...(Two days O_O)...

We stare at each other for a minute.

The man speaks up breaking the silence, ' Wait , you don't recognize me do you?'

...( I think , I would remember a face like that. Surely..... I would remember someone as striking as him.)...

He speaks up again ,' Heck, I know it's been years, but..... I didn't think you would forget this face that easily . Its me Lay, your childhood friend. The one who had to carry you home when you got stuck in a swamp way past bedtime. You never did pay me back for that , by the way'. His face deepens as I fail to respond with any recognition.

...'You know Lissy?' Lay asked....

Dazed , I clutch my head. ( nothing he is saying is making any sense) Finally the realisation sets in .

' I..... I don't remember who you are. I don't remember anything' I told Lay.

Lay stares at my blankly, probably mirroring the same expression I hadon my face.

'Not even you name?', He asked.

'No, I don't .'

' You are Y/N '

'Y/N.......' ( It doesn't ring any bells)

'A classic case of amnesia. Now that's convenient .' I gaze toward the owner of the voice , he was leaning on the doorway , eyeing me with suspicion.'

...(He was also gorgeous and strikingly attractive to look at....)...

Lay told him ' Have a little sympathy,Ash'

Ash chuckles and replies ' You do realise that's rich coming from you.' He raises a knowing eyebrow.

(Is He also a childhood friend of mine too?)