Wishing Well

Once upon a time in a small village in Ireland, there was an old wishing well. It was tall and sturdy made with different colored stones. Delilah had lived in this small village all her life and had been to the wishing well at least once a month. Every time she would go, she would bring a pebble to throw in instead of a stone. Her grandmother had told her once that a pebble from god’s green earth was worth more than any coin would ever be. Delilah would throw a pebble in and make a wish to have a child. She was older now and her husband had passed before they could have any kids. But Delilah knew she couldn’t leave this earth without being a mother first.
                One day in late spring, Delilah took a pebble she had found on the side of the road to the well.
This pebble was heavier than most and it had a tiny hole right in the middle of it. She knew it would be the perfect kind of pebble for the Well. It began to rain hard as her yellow rain boots sloshed through the mud, the pebble tucked safely in her pocket. She sweared as her umbrella bent every which way in the wind. For a moment Delilah had thought about turning back and throwing the pebble in another day. But she had made it this far, and was determined to throw that pebble in. When Delilah had finally made it, she took the pebble from her pocket and gripped it tightly in her hand. She closed her eyes and said the same thing she did every month. “I wish to be a mother, I wish to have a child, I wish to not be alone anymore.” She said this mantra three times before kissing the pebble and finally throwing it down the wishing well. The rain continued to pour as Delilah stood there with her eyes closed. She took a deep breath before leaving and sloshed back home in the rain.
                A month had come and gone and still no baby had magically shown up at her doorstep. Delilah’s hope for a child grew dimmer and dimmer and she decided that this month she would wish for something else at the well. It was a sunny day outside and it brightened her mood some as she walked to the well. There was a small skip in her step, and when she finally reached the well she knew exactly what to wish for. But before she could even grab the pebble from her pocket, she heard a strange noise from the bottom of the well. She gets closer and peaks her head over the side, looking down. The well is deep and dark and she can’t even see to the bottom. The old rope sways back and forth as the noise comes again. “Hello?” She asks. The noise is louder this time and clearer, it sounds like crying. Delilah thinks she’s gone crazy, that maybe she’s just hearing things, but the crying continues. She grabs the rope and hauls the pale up and realizes it’s heavier than usually. The crying gets closer and closer with each pull of the rope and finally she finds a baby wrapped up in a blanket, in the pale. Delilah gasps and quickly grabs the baby from the pale and tries to soothe it. She thinks to herself that this must be a miracle. She discovers that this baby is a boy and there’s something different about him. There are two little horns growing at the top of his head. She is more than surprised, but she isn’t scared. This is the child the universe had sent her and it was her responsibility to raise him. “Don’t worry little one, momma is here. I’ll call you William.” She soothed the child until finally it stopped crying. “Don’t worry William I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

                Years and years went by and little baby William wasn’t a baby anymore. He was sixteen years old now and Delilah was grey-haired and covered in wrinkles. She loved William and protected him, teaching him at home instead of sending him to school. She made sure to keep his hair long and file back his horns so no one would notice. One day when Will was twelve he had asked her why he was so different. “William, you are different because you are special. There’s a reason why you are the way you are, and even though I don’t have the answer, I know that one day soon you will find out the truth.” She had told him. Ever since then he wanted to know the truth, he had asked her so many questions, but they were questions Delilah could not answer.
“Just no that no matter what, I will always love you.” She told him time and time again. But it didn’t stop William from wanting to know. As he got older more and more things changed about his appearance. After losing all his baby teeth his new teeth grew to sharp points. His eyes that were once a dark brown became lighter and lighter and turned to an almost yellow hue.
“Mom I can’t do this anymore, I’m becoming a monster!!” He told her. She hugged him tightly and knew deep in her heart that he was right. The more he would change, the harder it would be to hide him. Soon people would be at their door with fire and pitch forks. Delilah knew the choice she had to make.
“William, the day you turn eighteen is the day I have to let you go.” She told him with tears in her eyes.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“You know how much you are changing and soon I won’t be able to hide you from the rest of the world. I am lucky enough to have been able to keep you this long, but soon you’ll have to go back from where you came.” She told him about the well and the wish she had made so many years ago. Will didn’t want to leave his mother, but the truth of what he was, was too great not to know.
                When Will was finally eighteen he had dark black wings that sprouted from his back and he looked like the monster he knew he would eventually become. He fled from his village at night and flew to the Wishing Well his mother had told him about. He took a deep breath before plunging into its darkness. That’s when Will found out the truth. The wishing well was a portal to another dimension.