The W.S.A.

Graceful Landing

  Once upon a time, there lived a very smart, beautiful fairy girl named Stella (that's me). This is going to be a story about how she- I mean,how I had turned my life for the better and saved a planet from madness.
  Ahem, I shall start with an introduction. Hello, my name is Stella and I am a WSA. Now if you didn't know - which you're a human so I suppose you don't - WSA stands for Wishing Star Agent.
  This may seem a bit off topic, but do you remember being a kid and making wishes on shooting stars? Well believe it or not, those "stars" are actually tiny ships. They are called starships, and are used by WSA's to fly around space in a more time efficient way, detect wishes of people, and give us all of their information. Why would someone need to detect wishes, you may ask? Well we're the ones that grant the wishes. We can fly out in the comfort of our starships and not even have to think of being hurt on the job, unless we use too much magic and pass out. But that rarely happens, and it's overall just a very calming experience.

  Well, at least that's how it's normally supposed
to be.

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  I'm falling through the air at nearly 20,000
mph, and my wings have almost went numb. I had to fly through space faster than I ever thought I could so they wouldn't catch me, and I'm starting to feel the effects of it. My eyes won't stop watering... or am I crying? I can't tell anymore, all I can tell is that it stings. I got closer and closer, until I finally hit the surface of the ocean with a giant splash, and then promptly blacked out. 
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  I wake up, and try looking around while my vision slowly starts to become less fuzzy.
                             
                                  "_ey"

  Huh? Could it be goddess Lucina?

                        "W__e up a___dy"
 
  I didn't imagine her having such a deep voice...

             "Can you get off my couch now?"

  I snap my eyes open and see a 6'0 looking guy with brown hair and eyes. He looks oddly familiar.
             "Listen, I usually really don't care about   what people do in their free time, but cosplaying on a beach probably wasn't the best idea."
 
  I slowly sit up and look at him, confused. When I finally popped out of my dazed state, I remembered why he looked so familiar to me.

"Wahh you're Jace!"

"Are- what? How do you know my name?"

"You're the one who I have to grant a wish for!"

"Ah God, did I just invite in someone who does drugs? Mom is gonna kill me..."

"What? No.. why would I take drugs? I'm not sick. Wait, do I look sick?"

"..."

"?"

"How old are you...?"

"Well, I'm 74 in human years, but I'm 14 on Valia - which is the planet I'm from."

"Maybe.. I'm the one that's on drugs. This feels so surreal."

"Jace, stop talking to yourself. Listen, please."

"Will you pay me?"

"I don't have Earth money, but I can give you anything you want. I mean as long as it's smaller than me, I guess. I've never pushed the limits of magic before... but I can probably create things?"

"You know what, we can talk about whatever you want after I go get some food. Only if you promise to leave after."

"Okay, I promise."
  Since my clothes were still drying, Jace let me wear some of his own clothes. He may come off mean, but he seems nice. We were almost at the store, and I could see tons of lights on these weird metal boxes in front of what Jace called a "mall". On Valia, we were told Earth was magicless; but it looks pretty magical to me.