The Wisher

The Box

 When the Box showed up I was befuddled with the idea of what it could be, not knowing why it was in my apartment. It was beautiful, the brass hinges and mahogany finish made it look like the most pretty thing to have touched the earth. On the top there was a small piece of parchment, it read

Dear Wisher Prospect,

You have been selected for an elite group of people called the Wisher's. Being a Wisher takes Imagination, Hope, and most importantly, it takes belief. You have until tomorrow to open the Box and become one with it's content's.

Best Wishes,

Merlin IV

My eyes widened. Growing up in the town called Wishing, New York, you hear many weird rumors of different things, The Wisher's are a popular one. I am still alone, my thought's racing at a million miles per hour. I have nothing to lose, a 20 year old adult with no family or money left to my name. But, it took me a really long time to buy an apartment in Wishing, gas stations don't pay much. If I leave I won't have anything to come back to, if I make it back. I made the decision, I'm going to become a Wisher. Carefully without thinking twice, I unhinged the brass snaps, and tapped the magical lock. The lid flew off and a purple and yellow syringe erected out of the center of the Box. Attached was a note:

Dear Future Wisher Pupil,

Congratulation's on your decision to join the Wisher Program, we look forward to seeing you in the Wisher Program. In the Syringe we have inserted power for your heart, it thus must be injected straight into your heart. If you make it through the Pupil Program you will be given the brain power syringe, which if not given at the proper time can be dangerous.

Best Wishes,

Merlin IV

I closed my eyes and plunged the syringe in and....