The Entwined Tale of the Wishcraftress Chapter - 2

Chapter 2: Urbestell

Once upon a time, on a cloudless night, was a shiny shooting star flying across the world. Its beauty was seen by all, and every inhabitant of the world saw this unusual event as a sign for hope. This event was later remembered as the Wisher's Night, a special moment when anyone could make a wish and hope for it to be granted.

The comet crashed into a city of rock and wood and a small child got out of it, like a gracious fox getting out of his burrow.

Inhabitants from the town came by and saw the unconscious girl next to the fallen comet. She had mid-long golden hair, with a strand of hair in the middle of her face. A strange, pointed rod was resting in her left hand, and she was wearing an elegant yellow dress. A calm yet joyful aura emanated from her and, even in her sleep, she was indeed a beautiful creature to gaze at. It is respectfully that the inhabitants of the forest brought the little girl to their town, for they strongly believed she was a goddess who came to help them.

When she awoke, she said that her name was Estrel, but that she didn't remember anything else. The townsfolk decided to treat her as one of their own, and she remained with them until she reached her maturity.

Though Estrel was sweet, she had developed a mischievous side due to some of the shady acquaintances she grew up with. She had a passion for everything related to art, and her adoptive parents often found her dancing in her room, singing or drawing something. She also liked to be surrounded with people and beasts, and had managed to tame a wild zebra she met in the vast plain outside of town. She developed a strong bond with it and enjoyed long walks in its company. Estrel always had her strange rod with her, and some people asked what it was.

“It's a Unicorn's horn!” she proudly answered. “I'm pretty sure it's Keenye's horn, too, even though he's a zebra” she added, pointing at her pet. “I'll try to reattach it to its forehead when I'm older! Wanna help?”

Years later, during Estrel's 17th Wisher's Night, assisted once again to the event with her family. As expected, a shooting star flew across the night sky and every inhabitant of the town.

“I want to regain my memories,” murmured Estrel. “ I want to find who I am, and what is my purpose in this world.”

Estrel's rod began to shine in the night, startling the townsfolk. Then, it disappeared.

And the girl's wish was granted.

A sudden warm light enveloped her during a couple of seconds, and it vanished.

“I am Estrel, the Sharp Wishcraftress, Seeker of Ideal,” she recited peacefully. “I have reached the World from Down Below and shall grant the wishes of the Ideal spirits, those who follow my path and deserve to receive my gifts. ”

She turned back and smiled to her beloved community.

“Thanks, everyone. I really appreciate everything you did for me. Thanks to you, I've finally completed the first step to realize my dream. But... I must keep going alone from now on. I mean, me and Keenye. But don't worry! I will grant all of your deepest wishes. You had the will and patience to look after me. You are therefore Ideal spirits. We'll meet again. I promise.”

With a spark of light, she vanished, leaving a pile of multi-colored gemstones behind her.

Over the course of the Wisher's Night, an individual known as the Sharp Wishcraftress granted wishes to every being she believed was suited to have his or her wish granted. She stopped disputes between families, ceased wars between groups, ended century-long quarrels between nations and put feuds to rest. People from across the world would remember the happy night and seek for Ideal, for now they knew that their greatest wishes could be granted if they were worthy to their idol's eye.

Tired of her night, the Sharp Wishcraftress created her own realm, Urbestel, a land ruled by mountains, plains and dangerous animals, impossible to reach for ordinary beings. Estrel could rest peacefully and collect wishes until the next Wisher's Night.

During the year that followed, the Sharp Wishcraftress would occasionally sneak out of her secret realm and collect wishes of people from all around the World from Down Below. They were all eagerly waiting for the next Wisher's Night, and the Wishcraftress found herself eager to accomplish her duty as well.

However, her impatience lowered her guard.

Indeed, when the Wisher's Night finally came, Estrel found strange creatures occupying her territory. She realized with astonishment that there were stealing the gemstone-shaped wishes she had collected and stored away in the Urbestel.

“Hey, Demons!” she shouted, a cold hatred in her tone. “You better get your disgusting hands off those gems! I worked very hard to collect them, and you lot sure don't deserve to even think about them. Back off, or you'll be sorry!”

The foreign creatures attacked her, and a heinous smile grew on the Wishcraftress' face.

“From my Monarch, I shall get power!” she chanted. “Grant my thunderous wish and let me bend the laws of nature as I please!”

A bolt of lightning struck the foes, but one of them managed to escape while letting out frightful cries to call for more of their allies.

Estrel called for Keenye and gathered the other creatures from Urbestrel to battle against the invaders.

After a tiresome and unequal war, the outnumbered Wishcraftress' army was defeated. Frustrated, Estrel and Keenye had no choice but to flee and let all the wishes from Down Below to their enemies.

As the Wisher's Night progressed, Estrel understood what the demons had done: she saw her gemstones raining through the sky, falling on people's head, spread rain and lightning across the lands, unleashing storms and wreaking havoc where she had grated wishes of all the followers of her Ideal.

The wishes had been corrupted, and she could only watch as the chaos she had so hardly tried to prevent finally happened before her eyes.

“Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong...” she whispered while fondling her pet's ears.

Despite the irony of her statement, she couldn't help tears of anger to rain down her cheeks. And suddenly, she remembered something.

“Truth and Ideal. If they are able to find harmony between one another, then the path you have chosen is indeed a righteous path”.

“Darn it,” she lamented. “Forgive me, O my Monarch... I forgot...”

She had believed that her Ideal was the only possible hope for the people from Down Below. She had completely denied her other half. Her Twin. The one that was certainly living the same situation, somewhere else in this world.

“I need to find her. I need find my Twin. I'm sure we can repair this stupid mistake if we accept to work together!”

The Sharp Wishcraftress decided to roam the World from Down Below until she found her Twin. For it was only by accepting her other half and her Truth that she could, perhaps, atone for her innocent sin.