Title: The Well
Author: eidheann
Rating: G
Word Count: ~300
Summary: Where there is a wish...
Warnings: angst

It was dark, and he knew he wasn't supposed to be here. The wards were old, but they were tuned to intent, and to prevent more than one person present to avoid anything from being done counter to the will of all present. He was alone and desperate, and the wards parted for him like water.

Wishing wells were strange things, this one more than most. It was avoided in the main. It had a history of granting wishes in a most... inconvenient manner. It gave new meaning to "be careful what you wish for" and as such it was fairly unpopular.

Desperation causes risk to be deemed worth it. Stretching his hand over the pool, there was a flash of metal and two drops of blood dripped into the clear water.

He had spent a great deal of time going over the wish. He knew he would need to be specific, and not inadvertently say or do anything that would trigger the wards. No harm; no coercion; nothing that could be seen as purely selfish. Those were the wishes that always backfired.

Something general. Something he could wish that would have nothing but good consequences.

"I wish love really could conquer all..."

The water below his hand began to swirl quickly downward, and he stared entranced as it seemed to flow down into a black nothing. Then, a blinding flash, leaving his eyes dazed and filled with stars.

Blinking away tears, he stared once more at the pool, it's surface once again mirror smooth.

"I love you, and I want you happy, even if it's not with me." Turning to walk away, he didn't see the flash of familiar green in the pool, as if the eyes he loved so much were watching him go.