Wish

Up high in a sleepy and crooked tower; a slumbering figure lifted by stacks of hay stirred. Catching stray straws on the articles of clothing they wore, the now awake individual glanced around the room. Their face melted from a confused daze to sheer panic.

This was not their home, nor was the itchy hay their soft bed. Tears tugged at their eyelids as they attempted to calm down. Where were they? Inspecting the room for any answers or clues they haphazardly tossed their hands in unfamiliar pockets searching for anything. Cocking their brow they lift a rolled-up piece of paper out into their line of sight.

'Dearest customer,

I hope you slept well. You must have been exhausted to have fallen asleep so soon after making your request. I must say I was surprised at your determination, nonetheless, I'm excited to fulfill our contract and make your wish come true or something like that.

Anyways have fun~ '

Reading the letter a couple more times they shove it back into their pocket and groaned.

"Fuck this."

You mutter before storming up to a small barred window. You again mutter some foul words upon noticing your current situation. All you could see were what you assumed to be clouds. How fucking high up were you?. Darting your eyes all over the circular tower room full of hay your gaze became locked on a metal door. Walking over to it you pressed your hand on it gently and then...

CRASH

The door fell forward and hardly collided with the ground of a small landing leading to a spiraling staircase downwards. You looked down at the previously assumed obstacle in shock. Man, this may be the luckiest unlucky day ever. Stepping over the hunk of metal you carefully make your way down the seemingly endless amount of uneven steps. Descending them further you finally see a sign of them ending. Speeding your pace a bit you accidentally slipped allowing yourself to tumble down the last of the stone steps.

Groaning you managed to get up just fine with just a couple of bruises. Cursing the steps you walk out into an enormous hall with paintings and expensive rich people things laid perfectly. You also took note of the plush-looking red rug that seemed to pull the whole hallway together. Now successfully exiting the tower you placed your hand in your pocket clutching the now crumpled letter. What did it mean? To be honest you couldn't remember a thing.

Taking your time walking through the fancy-ass hall you pause upon reaching a peculiar painting. It showed three people, what you assumed to be a king, a queen, and a child. The child was a little girl, dark wavy ebony locks fell to her shoulders and she had a chilling glare. You felt anxious just looking at it, the girl looked miserable. You peer at the parents in the portrait, their expressions seem blank and emotionless. You hoped it was just the artist's interpretation. Peering at the queen, however, something yanked on your heart. You felt nauseous looking at her. Like she was the sole holder of all the darkness that lay awake in the painting, or even outside of it. Clenching your fists you bite your lip unable to tear your eyes away from her painted ones. Her long black hair was in a braid decorated with white beads. Her crown was white with rubies at the point. Unlike the young girl's the queen's eyes were a faded blue color. If it wasn't for the bad vibes she gave you, you probably would have been focused on how beautiful she was. You soon snapped your attention from the freaky painting once you heard the sound of footsteps heading in your direction.

Feeling your breath being knocked out of you, you stare down the hall not able to see the awaiting danger. Hurridly looking around you book it for one of the huge curtains covering what you bet was a huge window. Scurrying behind it you crouch down and peek out slightly.

Something in your body and mind screamed at you to hide from whoever was making their way over to you. From where you sat you couldn't see much, What you could see was a figure loudly and rather slowly walking closer. Placing a hand over your mouth you soaked in the appearance of the rather intimidating person. He didn't look scary, but his presence sent your brain into chaos. He had dark black hair and bright blue eyes, his rather extravagant prince-like outfit also told you he was probably associated with the owner of this palace or is the current owner. He seemed to be walking with purpose with every step he took. His shoes had a heel which should be the reason his steps were so prominent if it wasn't for the fact he was walking on a thick carpet.

Your breath hitched as he stopped nearly right in front of you. However, he spun his heels to the painting. Striding over he stood still examining it. You could hear him quietly and aggressively sputtering nonsense. Then he proved to you why you couldn't stand being anywhere near him. Blue-like smog flowed from his palms filling the area around him. He brought his head down and clenched his fists so tightly you swear you saw blood drip down.

After some seconds of suffocating silence, he screamed and tore the painting off the wall onto the ground. It faced up at him as it suddenly burst into bright blue ashes, no fire. Just ash and sparks. His breath became rigid as he brought his hand to his face to sweep some of his hair out of his eyes. For a moment he stiffened and stood in silence before his eyes flickered to where you sat hiding. Unfortunately, your eyes met his.