“One night, as I was sitting and staring at the stars, watching wishes being sucked into their bright bellies, I happened to hear one. One made for me, but not to me. All of which was strange because who could ever make wishes in my stead,” he said with a forlorn smile. “The wish had been for me to vanish, to disappear, to find the worst ends one could ever find, to die a death so deadly I would never wake.” A tear streaked down Silene’s cheek as she stared at him aghast.
