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The Wishing Tree (1): A Destiny City Star Festival Tradition to be held every year; In Town Square, there is a beautiful tree with spreading branches. It is tall, but the lowest branches are easily reached. The city has decorated the tree with small, starlike ornaments and glistening lights. Thick leaves and beautiful purple flowers dangle from the branches, along with a myriad of different colored papers with handwritten wishes. Next to the tree is a stack of blank paper with twine attached, and a handwritten sign that explains:

Write your wish on a sheet of paper and tie it to the tree. Take one wish off the tree and do your best to grant it. When you have granted the wish, bury the paper in the park.

The papers are biodegradable and filled with seeds. There are no rules for wishing, but you are encouraged to wish for something vague enough that it can be interpreted in many ways so that it can be granted; you do not write your name on it, but it is encouraged to write something that doesn’t wish for self gain, but rather something that can make the world a better place. Some wishes dangling from the tree already include things like “I wish there wasn’t so much litter in the park,” “I wish someone would clean the graffiti off the old historic buildings,” and “I wish there were more volunteers at the shelter.”

If you choose to use the Wishing Tree, what do you wish for? If your wish is private, you may write it on the paper and choose a spot in the park and bury it yourself instead of hanging it on the tree.


Jacques usually avoided these festivals like the plague. Not because he found them to be awful or that he disliked what they stood for, but usually he found himself too bored to do most of the activities that were offered. So instead, he would stay inside of his home working on his ceramics skills or whatever else he could do to pass the time. But his mother had practically kicked him out of the house for the night as she had a small dinner party planned. He had been invited but considering the types of people and the things she did at these gatherings, he decided he didn’t want to partake in any of that.

Which is what led to him wandering around the festival, looking for signs of magical activity. He didn’t expect there to be any, but usually something weird would happen. At least if other Holidays meant anything. There was that weird auction thing last year after all, and the fog monster…

He didn’t want to repeat either of those experiences. Both times he was trapped somewhere that he couldn’t easily get out of so his attempts to leave were left in the hands of whomever was wanting to play all of these mind games on Agents and Senshi and Knights. He was sure that there was more than just Order and Chaos. Just because Metallia was very powerful, that did not mean that they were the only ones here.

At least that’s the only explanation that he could think of for the fog monster. Unless that was Metallia’s doing somehow. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she thought nothing of losing some of her Agents in her attempts to be all alone in the Universe.

It’s why he had no real loyalty to the Negaverse. Sure, he had been taken into it and had been given these powers, but if he purified then he was sure that he would have the same powers, or at least the same sphere, and he wouldn’t be under the control of anyone anymore. And he wouldn’t have to deal with all of that hair as well. Something that continued to bother him.

Before he knew it, he found himself at the wishing tree and near the stack of blank papers that they could use to hang “their” wishes on the tree or bury them, whatever was allowed. He took one himself and took a few moments to think about what he wanted to wish for. There was nothing he really thought about that was positive to say the least, but there were plenty of negative things. This world didn’t need more of that though.

So he decided to wish for something a bit more personal. He made sure to write it down and then he needed a place to plant it. Hopefully it contained flower seeds or something because if it was a tree of sorts that would never make it with all of the maintenance done. Eventually he found a spot and buried his paper and continued back to the tree.

I hope to find some purpose in my life.