"I shall grant you three wishes, in exchange for my freedom." The pixie said to the peasant.
"I have but one wish, and should it be realized, I would forever be in your debt." The peasant said to his captive.
"I give you three, and you only ask for one. You truly are one of a kind aren't you?" The pixie said in pure amazement. Never had she beheld a human that only wanted just one wish.
"I am but a simple peasant, I have everything I could possibly want, except for one thing. The love of a princess. This one thing I have dreamt of all my life."
"Then it shall be yours. All you need to do is simply drink from the magic waterfall near Harthen cave. Do you know of the place?"
"Yes."
"Good, drink from that waterfall, wait three days, then she shall appear to you in a dream. Upon receiving this dream, immediately return to the waterfall, and she will be there waiting for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good because you only get one chance, screw it up, and well you get the idea."
And with that the peasant opened the cage and let the pixie go.
"Was it worth the price you paid for me"
"Well... We shall see in three days. But just so you know, I would have released you anyways. Just wanted to know if the rumors where true," the peasant said, with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, what rumors?"
"You know, of pixies granting wishes in exchange for their freedom."
"Well, you shall find out soon enough."
2
That night the peasant was lying on his straw bed, thinking about what the pixie had said. Thoughts of a princess running through his head. Black curly locks flowing in the wind, her bosom bouncing with every step. Her white dress billowing out, the light blue color of her bodice shimmering in the sun, clinging to her body. She was the woman he had dreamt about since he was a child. And now the time had finally come. He was going to finally get to meet his dream.
What will she be like? Will she be nice, or cruel? Will she like kids? I want kids, he thought to himself as he looked through the window at the stars in the night sky.
Slowly he faded into that land best known by the night.
3
The days slowly drifted by, the peasant was in a perpetual daydream. Summer was starting to come in full force. The country side was lush and green, cattle grazing on the hill side, insects doing insect things.
The peasant went about his daily chores, milking the cows, collecting eggs, feeding pigs. But he never once actually realized he was even moving. In his mind, he was at the waterfall, kissing the princess. Making love to her. Feeling their souls combine in a way that only true lovers ever experience.
In his fantasy the princess rode up on a white magnificent stallion, its mane fluttering in the wind. The peasant sat on the grass not ten feet from the waterfall. And he heard her approaching long before the horse appeared on the path. She was radiant, her creamy skin shimmering in the sunlight, eyes burning into his own, searching his soul. He fell instantly in love with her. She would forever hold his heart.
As she approached, he jumped to his feet.
"Hello." He whispered in an almost inaudible voice.
"Well hello there, and who might you be?"
"I am but a simple man, in awe of your beauty."
"Oh stop. You make me blush." The princess said giggling.
"I speak only the truth princess."
"Will you help me down?" She said, dropping her hand to his level.
He clasped it and gently grabbed her around her waist, helping her down.
"Why thank you, what a gentleman you are."
"Tis my turn to blush princess."
"No reason to be embarrassed around me. That's my job."
"You are more beautiful then a thousand sunsets," the peasant said completely awe struck by her presence.
"Really, you must stop with all the compliments. They will go straight to my head. I am already accused of having an ego the size of three kingdoms."
The peasant found it hard to believe that a creature such as this could be anything other then humble, gracious, and awe inspiring.
"What a beautiful waterfall!" The princess exclaimed as she ran towards it.
The peasant ran after her.
Once she reached it she threw her hands in, cupping them to catch the water, and bringing them to her lips, drinking the water. The peasant noticed how luscious her lips were. Pouting, covered in raspberry juice to make them even redder. He wanted nothing more then to gently caress her lips with his own. For their tongues to touch. Their noses rubbing together. He could smell a sweet scent he couldn't place wafting from her.
"Would you like a drink?" She said turning to him, her bosom heaving from the run to the waterfall. Trying to catch her breathe, finally catching it and drinking more water.