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Wish Come True 2

Wish Come True 2

by invisibleharvey
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When Colin woke up, Kiran still hadn't returned. The two brothers had been left alone to tend to the family farm since their parents had perished from the Scarlet Pox a few years earlier.

Kiran had become obsessed with restoring their family's name. Records indicated that the family had once been noble before their lands and titles were stripped by some long-forgotten noble in response to a long-forgotten slight from one of their long-forgotten ancestors. Kiran had taken money they desperately needed to fit armor, retain hirelings, and provision a series of poorly-conceived escapades intended to win the favor of the nobles or even the king himself.

Colin dressed himself in rough homespun clothes the same grey as the mud outside. He started the day's chores, bringing food to the pigs. He slipped in the mud and a heavy pail of water crashed into his knee as he caught himself.

Colin closed his eyes and ground his teeth. He muttered an incoherent curse to his absent brother, to the pigs, to the mud, and to his whole life. He put down the pail to rub his tender knee and collect himself. That's when he spotted a spot of bright yellow on the horizon.

Colin watched the yellow as it slowly grew. He could barely make out a figure on horseback displaying a yellow banner. Colin was sure the figure was headed for his farm.

Colin found his farmhand, Godrich, and told him to hide his daughter Yelena. He told him about the rider approaching flying the king's yellow. Colin wanted to be welcoming, in case this was an agent of the king, but cautious, in case it was a brigand playing some trick.

When the rider finally arrived Colin had bacon sandwiches and ale set out for him. The man was broad-shouldered, with a neat mustache and a dusty tabard in the king's yellow over a coat of mail. This was the outfit of a knight, and Colin doubted that any brigand who could afford that mail would rob his pig farm. The knight introduced himself as Willem.

Willem was hungry and thirsty from the road. Colin waited with strained patience as he ate and drank. The knight pushed back his plate and cleared his throat, and Colin fought the urge to start asking questions and let Willem speak first.

"I'm here about your brother, Kiran." The knight stopped, as though this was a complete thought.

"Is he in some kind of trouble?" Colin asked.

"I'm afraid your brother is dead." The knight's tone was matter-of-fact, and Colin tried for a second to think if those words might have a different meaning.

"You don't mean..."

"I'm afraid so."

Colin ran through a thousand memories in quick succession. Most of them involved him causing some kind of trouble with a prank or a joke, and his older brother stepping in to defend him from the consequences of his actions. He couldn't comprehend Kiran being dead. It was like somebody had told him the sun would no longer rise.

Colin swallowed a few times before asking, "how did it happen?"

"It was Doomshadow."

Colin's mouth hung open. Doomshadow was an ancient dragon, old enough to be named in the Book of Liara. Rumors had been spreading that the dragon was rousing from his century of slumber in the mountains to the north.

"The great wyrm? But how? Why?" Colin's brain couldn't process the information.

"The king put a bounty on the wyrm. Hundreds of would-be dragonslayers trekked into the mountains, and hundreds perished."

Colin felt a bitter taste in his throat. This seemed like exactly the kind of thing his fool brother would go for.

"Your brother died with his blade in Doomshadow's throat. He was crushed in the wyrm's death throes."

Colin blinked hard. Those words didn't combine into anything he was capable of understanding.

"As his next of kin, the king's bounty is yours to collect."

"Bounty?" Colin latched onto the word randomly. Nothing made sense to him.

"That's right. One of the Coins of Meora is yours to cast." The knight pushed his chair back as if he was ready to stand.

"What?"

The knight regarded him flatly. Willem seemed familiar with the process of delivering startling news, and he waited for Colin to collect himself.

"But, the Coins aren't real. They're just a fairy story for children."

"I assure you they're very real. Four of them still exist in the kingdom, and one of them is yours to cast. We should be off - it would be improper to keep the king waiting."

Colin let himself be led away in a numb, mute stupor.

*****

The Coins of Meora were said to grant wishes. According to legend, the Kingdom of Rhyse came to be when someone cast one of the Coins into a sacred pool and wished for the formerly blasted and unlivable land to be made fertile. They said the king's castle had been built over that sacred pool.

Colin spent the long journey to the castle thinking of what he would wish for. He had long days to think as he walked alongside Willem's horse and then rode with a merchant caravan to the City of Rhyse.

His first thought was to wish for wealth. He thought better - he had seen enough people cheated out of money. He didn't think he had the skill or the patience to administer it well.

He thought about wishing for his family's ancestral lands and titles to be restored. That seemed like a fitting way to respect the memory of his brother. It hardly seemed worthy of a Coin, though, since the king could just give him that without any wishing.

He thought about wishing to be king. Something about that seemed wrong, or at least rude and ungrateful.

After long and careful thought, Colin had his wish. He would wish for prosperity and good fortune for himself and his family line. That seemed worthy of a wish without being too audacious.

Once he had made up his mind the voyage became unbearable. He itched with impatience to cast his Coin.

*****

The silence of the grotto had a weight to it. Colin dreaded profaning it with his spoken words. He looked to the Coin in his hand for courage.

It was more of a lozenge than a disk. It was made from some kind of blue crystal that glowed with a pale internal light. The walls of the grotto seemed to contain veins of the same crystal, and the whole cavern was lit with their steady, pale light with no need for a torch.

Colin looked down at the sacred pool. He was standing in water that rose to his mid-calf, and the pool was a circle of darkness in the floor. Legend said that it was so deep that the bottom of it was in a different world.

Colin dropped the coin and cleared his throat to make his wish. The sound echoed uncomfortably in the silent place.

YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED.

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The words reverberated in his chest, and he wasn't sure whether he had heard them or just felt them.

"But... I haven't made my wish yet."

Colin listened to the echoes of his voice die. He didn't know if he expected a response.

"Hello?" There was still no answer. Colin trudged back to the stairway leading up into the castle. He found the king's chief wizard waiting for him.

"Everything went alright then." The wizard pronounced it as a statement, not a question. The wizard's smug tone was like a splinter under Colin's fingernails. He had endured as much of the white-bearded man as he could stomach while he was being prepared for the ritual.

"Not really," Colin told him. "A voice told me my wish had been granted, but I never made a wish."

"Of course you did, son." Colin wanted to stuff the wizard's stupid hat down his throat when he heard the wizard call him 'son'.

"I was there, and I really didn't."

"The Coin doesn't listen to your words. It grants you the wish in your heart." The wizard jabbed Colin in the center of his chest with two fingers to accent the word 'heart'. Colin closed his eyes and swallowed his desire to break the wizard's fingers.

"So then... what was my wish?" Colin asked.

"Well, how should I know! It was your wish, wasn't it?"

Colin decided right then that he hadn't been granted a wish at all. If he had, the wizard would have died on the spot.

*****

Back on the farm, Colin was sure he hadn't wished for prosperity or luck. Things ran as they always had, and he felt like he worked fifteen hour days just to tread water. Months passed as they always had, and he started to wonder if the king had cheated him, except that he had felt something profound when he had cast his Coin.

He lay in his bed and looked at Yelena, the farmhand's daughter nestled next to him. He thought he might have wished for contentment, because to his eyes she had seemed to grow prettier and shapelier each day since he had returned.

There was a noise from the front room of his small house. Colin sat bolt upright in his bed. If this was Godrich, he needed to hide Yelena quickly. He could probably defend himself if the older man attacked him, but he was sure Godrich would leave if he found Yelena in his bed, and he couldn't afford to lose the help.

Colin opened the curtains to let moonlight into the room. He smacked Yelena a few times on her ass to rouse her, and also because he enjoyed the feeling of his palm on her soft ass.

"Come on! You've got to go out the window!" His voice was a harsh whisper.

"Huh? What?" Yelena rubbed sleep from her eyes.

The figure that materialized in the doorway to his room was not Godrich. Neither was the second or third figure. In the dim moonlight Colin could just make out two men and a woman, all of them holding long knives.

"Alright, let's all just keep calm. We know your brother killed that dragon and you got paid the king's bounty for it. Just give us the gold and whatnot and we don't need to harm you or your lady-friend," one of the men said, twisting his knife to try to catch the light on its blade.

"You're here for money?" Colin laughed in spite of the danger he was in. "Would I live in this shithole if I had a pile of gold?"

The other man whispered something, and the first man held up a hand to silence him. He pointed his knife at Yelena. "Looks like you can afford whores. Expensive ones, by the looks of her."

Yelena grabbed the blanket and covered as much of her body as she could. Her motion pulled it from Colin, leaving him completely exposed. He stood up from the bed.

"She's no whore. She's a farmhand. She works here."

The first robber licked his lips. "If she's a farmhand, then I'm a knight."

The woman robber put a hand on his shoulder as she walked around him. "Whoever she is, it's pretty obvious why she's here." She was staring at Colin's cock the whole time. He felt it twitch and grow slightly under her gaze.

"I'm glad you like what you see, but this thing is the only treasure I've got." Colin smirked at her. He was terrified, of course, but a lifetime of getting into trouble had taught him to keep cool under stress. He had always found a certain amount of danger exhilarating and even arousing, although being held at knifepoint was admittedly more danger than he preferred.

She took two more steps towards him and reached out to grab his semi-erect cock.

"I like where your head is at, but shouldn't we deal with business first? Your friends are going to threaten me, then get mad when they find out there's nothing here worth stealing. Let's figure out a way to keep them from killing me, then we can have some fun. Deal?"

The woman looked into his eyes. He had a hard time discerning her expression. Then she spun quickly and slashed the first robber's throat open. He dropped his knife and fell to the ground. Yelena screamed, the second robber cursed, and the first man made gurgling noises as he died.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sasha?" The remaining robber lifted his knife defensively. They traded testing jabs for a minute. Then Sasha jumped on the other robber. Their bodies crashed into each other, and Colin ducked to pick up the knife the dead robber had dropped.

He looked back up to see the remaining robber run stumblingly from his house, trailing a sickening amount of blood. Sasha held the handle of a knife whose blade disappeared into her abdomen.

"I need..." Sasha started. She cut herself off as she stumbled and caught herself on the bed.

"I need..." she interrupted herself with a hacking cough that expelled blood from her mouth.

Colin held up his knife and backed up against the window.

"I need your cock," Sasha managed to say before she collapsed.

*****

It was early when Colin arrived in the small town. He had camped near the edge of the woods the night before while he went over his plan.

After the robbery he had started to develop an idea of what his wish might have been. He wanted to test his idea somewhere far from home. If he was wrong he didn't want to do anything he'd regret with anyone he'd have to see again.

There was a man working at the general store. That wouldn't do. Colin bought a sandwich of pickles and dried meat and talked pleasantly with the man about the news of the day. Other stores were starting to open, so he said his goodbye and looked for one that was staffed by a woman.

The woman working the stables had the leathery skin and callused hands off someone who had worked hard in the sun for a long time. Youth and beauty had left her long ago. Colin swallowed heavily and put on a smile. This might be the best he would find in a town like this.

"Hi there! I was hoping to purchase a horse. The fastest one you have for sale." His voice was cheerful.

The woman chewed on something and regarded him suspiciously for a minute before she spoke. "We don't have many for sale. Mostly we look after people's horses. Groom 'em and feed 'em and whatnot. We do have a pack horse, but she's not fast."

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"Sure, sure. I understand. I'll take her." He was excited to get on with his experiment and didn't care much about the horse.

"She'll cost you fifty crowns." The woman spit a dark brown stream on the floor.

Colin took a deep breath to steady himself. He pushed away his doubts and his second thoughts.

"Would you take an alternate form of payment?"

"Alternate?" The woman scowled at him.

"Yeah," he said, dropping his pants and taking hold of his flaccid cock. He waved it at her. "Alternate."

She stared at his cock a long time. Colin was starting to feel like he had made a mistake when she spit a wad of some dark substance onto the floor and approached him, nodding.

"Uh uh," Colin said, taking a step back. "Write it up in your log and get my horse saddled and ready. Then I'll let you touch it."

The woman retreated to write up the transaction. Colin moved to stay in her line of sight as she saddled the horse, not sure what the limits on his new power were. He had her secure his bags to the horse. When she finished she walked up close to him.

Colin was unsure what to do. He had promised she could touch his cock, and he wasn't sure if it would be more dishonorable to back out of his end of the deal, or to use whatever power the wish had granted him to take advantage of her.

While he pondered, she touched his cock gently with her rough fingers. He found her entirely unattractive, but he felt his cock start to grow with the attention anyway.

The woman dropped to her knees. She scooped her tongue under the head of his cock and took it into her mouth.

Colin's initial excitement quickly faded. This was not a good blowjob. It was toothy and dry, and when he looked down he felt more than a little revulsion.

"Okay, I think that's about fifty crowns worth." He pulled back and felt fresh disgust at the brown saliva she had left on his cock. He wiped it in her hair before he put it away.

"Wait, sir! I could offer you something else. Maybe a better horse? Or the stables themselves?" Her voice was trembling with desperation.

"Sorry, but I have to be off. This was very educational. I'll think fondly of you." He led his horse from the stables and rode away without looking back.

*****

Colin's mind raced the whole way back to his farm. His new horse wasn't fast, but she was still faster than walking. He rode all day and made it back to his farm as the sun was setting.

He needed to see Yelena. He had started to piece some things together, and he needed to make sure he understood what was happening. As he rode past the shack where Yelena and Godrich lived he saw Godrich walk out to meet him.

"That a new horse?" Godrich asked.

Colin patted the horse's flank. "She is. I won her in a contest."

"Well that's a bit of good luck. Suppose you were due."

Godrich awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. Colin dismounted and waited for him to say what was on his mind.

"So, we're about packed up and ready. We didn't want to leave while you were gone, but now that you're back I suppose we'll be off in the morning."

"You're leaving?" Colin flashed back to the robbery and he thought how it must have affected Yelena. "I'm sorry about how things have been here. I never meant to cause any trouble for either of you."

"No! Colin, no. You've always been more than fair to us. Even when times were tough you shared the hardship, and don't think we didn't notice."

"Oh. So then what is it?"

"Well..." Godrich worked through his discomfort. "There's this lord who saw Yelena in town a few weeks ago. I guess he took a shine to her because he's been writing. He just asked for her hand in marriage."

"That's great news." Colin had a hard time working up the enthusiasm he had meant to convey.

Godrich continued, "he's an older fellow. Older than me if we're being honest. His wife died a year ago, and I think he wants to replace her with someone young and easy on the eyes."

Colin opened his mouth to reply, but Godrich kept talking. Now that he had started it was pouring out of him.

"Mind you, I never thought of my Yelena as easy on the eyes. She blossomed, such as she did, and I thought she was pretty enough, for a farm girl.

"But lately it's like she's had a second go at it. I don't think I noticed it happening, but she's become quite lovely. I don't know how it happened, but if she can be a pretty flower in some noble's garden, that's better than being up to her elbows in pig shit. No offense meant, of course."

"None taken," Colin assured him.

"This noble even has a place for me on his estate. I don't know what I'll do now that I don't have to work, but it seems like a fine problem to have."

Colin saw Godrich flush with embarrassment. He put his hands on the farmhand's shoulders encouragingly. "Godrich, I'm thrilled for the both of you. Your happiness is my happiness. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of selling the farm, and you've just helped me make up my mind."

"You're going to sell the place? To do what?"

"I think I might follow in my brother's footsteps. Try my hand at adventure."

"Seek your fortune with a bare blade?"

Colin's laughter at this comment left Godrich somewhat confused, but he still joined in with his own awkward, forced laugh.

*****

Colin lit a fire in his stove and put on water for tea. He neglected it while he was lost in his thoughts, and he had to refill the pot when the water boiled away.

There was a gentle knock at the door. It swung open and Yelena stepped in without waiting for a response.

Colin examined her, trying to take nothing for granted. She was wearing a plain dress, but the material was stretched until seams threatened to rip around her chest and her hips. It wasn't his imagination, she didn't used to have curves like she did now.

Her hair had been flat and dull, but now it fell in lustrous waves the color of chestnuts. Before her eyes had been dull and he would have struggled to identify their color. Now they were a sparkling green.

"I heard you talking to Father. I guess you know." She cast her eyes down and bit her lip. Colin was sure she didn't have those full lashes and pouty lips before. He had the overwhelming urge to throw her on the table and ravish her.

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