The jungle was, as always, sweltering. The heat was twofold as the climate was already hot and sunny, but it was also incredibly wet so the heat stuck to fur and flesh like a second layer of hell. Avi had never been a fan of heat, her home was in the mountains on another continent. It had not been her first choice, but there was something in the jungle that was nowhere else in the world. It was a magical well, or so people said. A well that, if one was desperate and lucky, could grant a wish. Avi was desperate, but she was not so sure about her luck. "Please," she began, uncertain how exactly a wish should be made. She chose to prey, it was something at least familiar to her. "My sister, a Wynd kuhna, has gone missing, please bring her back to me," she begged, and dropped a coin into the well.
Andra had been shocked seeing her sister come out of the small hut that housed the well. As she knew it Avi was part of a very religious sect living in the northern mountains. No one in the family had seen or heard from her since she left years ago. Perhaps she’d completed her training, it was the only way she’d be allowed to leave the monastery. Maybe she’d run away and was wishing to escape. Andra could only guess really. Avi luckily hadn’t seen her walk up to the well. The small woman had been leaving the opposite direction from her. Andra entered the area of the well and sat cross-legged on the dirt floor. The jungle had been quite inviting, even though Andra was only in the area for the wish-granting well. She’d always had a love of nature, and the foliage of the jungle was like nothing she’d seen before. “Hello well, or gods, or whatever has the wish-granting power. I have a request, if you’d be so kind as to hear me out,” she began a little awkwardly. “You see I have this sister, well I have two sisters, but this one specifically has been missing for years. I know she isn’t dead, so please, if you can, bring her back to us,” she said, and dropped a coin into the well.
Syam was used to being on his own. Ever since he completed his training as an assassin he’d spent his free time in his own company. It was almost comical now to see two of his siblings gather at the same place. If he weren’t a coward, he might even approach them for some kind of strange family reunion. Avi’d been out of contact for years, even longer than Syam, and Andra always tried to get them together but never could. To see them both asking a well for help would have been pitiful if he wasn’t there for the exact same reason. The glue that had bound them, a Wynd kuhna and sister, was lost and the family had drifted apart easily. Syam was getting bored of his own company, he missed his sisters, missed people he could trust no matter what. Andra was leaving, finally, and Syam wondered if they felt the same way he did. He snuck into the little hut and sat against the wall facing the well. Shadows surrounded him, just in case one of his siblings came back, and he just sat.
Finally, he was able to speak. “I suspect you’ve heard, but I have this sister,” he sighed, feeling not a little bit stupid for talking to a well. “She has a soul as blinding as the sun, but she’s been taken from us. Without her we are nothing, and I’d give far too much in order to see her again,” he said, and dropped a coin into the well.
(Wishing for a Wynd Kuhna)