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Anonymous

Terrified, Herbert finished packing his suitcases at last. “I’m going to India, I’m going to die...” roamed those thoughts in his head. With jittery hands, he put on his army suit and looked at himself in the mirror, tears then started rolling down his cheeks, thrusting his cap aside in anger. “I’m never getting out alive, I’m never going to see my family again” cried Herbert, and as the last word was spoken, his mom entered the room. He looked up at her admiringly and smiled. He always loved his mother for she never failed to be on his side.
“It’ll be fine”, said Mr. White, trying to hide his tears, “you will be okay, you will survive, and you will see us again. In fact, I have a strong feeling that you will come back as a hero, a hero carrying victory and pride, just like I always held you with pride.”
“Even that one time I failed a high school year?” asked Herbert humorously.
“No Herbert, not once” smiled his mom reassuring him.
“Thanks mum, you endlessly stand on my side and never let me down, you bring my hopes and spirit up, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that” replied Herbert.
“I have you in my life Herbert, and that’s enough for me” replied Mrs. White grinning, “Now enough talking, you’ve got a war to win” she said, balancing the cap on her son’s head.
Herbert then took his suitcase with a high spirit, and was ready to leave. They all entered the car, and Mr. White carried them to the train station.
“You were well raised my boy, and I will be always proud of you. Be brave out there, and remember what I had taught you. May god be with you”, thought the father while looking at his son leaving for war.
Two months later, the British army was invading the land of wonders, India. “Booosh…..” sounds of explosions were filling the sky. Herbert was behind a rock, waiting for the perfect time to go out and shoot. He was eyeing a tall and burly soldier from the counter army, waiting for the perfect moment. But then, he noticed that the once presumptuous soldier was slowly retreating, revealing a place emitting a ray of light. He then saw the mysterious object, realizing that it was a stone, “a special one” thought Herbert, but he quickly propelled it in his pocket and continuing the battlefield.
After one year and six months, the British army was finally able to carry victory on November 1st 1858. Herbert, who was proud of his great role in the war, took the stone out of his pocket and thanked it for its fortune. On the way to the airport, he met a fakir who quickly distinguished the stone, and hurried to Herbert trying to seize it from Herbert’s hands “Show me, the stone” addressed the fakir with annoyance. Herbert reluctantly let the old man observe the stone. “Oh… punishment…god” said the fakir in a smile only to realize what he said. “This stone will grant you wishes, three of them, but it will also grant bad things, so throw it young man, it has never brought good. But, if you were a fool to use it, wish for something practical”, the old man said in a low, yet determined tone. Confused, Herbert lifted the stone and returned it to his pocket and left in order for him not to miss the flight, yet he was sure that the old man was angry.
“I wish for a brand new horse chariot” shouted Herbert, as he had been wanting it for long. The stone started shaking. He placed it on the table and observed it carefully waiting a chariot to pop out any moment. He stared at it for 10 minutes but nothing did happen. He lost hope and went to bed. The next morning everything seemed as usual. His father went to work. At dinner, exactly at the time were Mr. White usually arrives home, Mrs. White saw a stranger who came at the entrance and knocked the door. She immediately scurried to the door and let him in since she wouldn’t allow a visitor to soak in that heavy rainfall. Herbert took the visitor to the dinner table. The stranger was in fact one of Mr. Whites work partners, the closest. He said in a hesitant manner, “Mr. White…” “He died while walking down the street” “He was struck by a chariot”. The Whites family stood still in silence trying to realize what has happened. Herbert quickly ran into his room, trying to hide his guilty expressions. He well knew that the stone had something to do with the incident. However, after a while, he went off to the man again. Herbert found Mrs. White sobbing in tears, and the man trying to calm her down by saying that he will give them the latest horse chariot in the market as a compensation for their loss. Herbert fell on the ground trying to capture his breath. Later that day, Herbert thought of something that never came to his mind before. He could wish his father back to life. Herbert quickly grabbed the stone, and desperately wished. “I wish my father back to normal again.” As he opened his eyes, he found a doll walking on the floor. In seconds, Herbert stepped back in fear and grabbed the nearest object by his hand to defend himself only to realize that he had heard his father’s voice out of the doll. “It is me” said the doll. Herbert wasn’t believing what he had encountered. He swiftly grabbed the stone for the final time and wished upon it. “I wish that the second wish never happened “ Herbert said in quick short breaths of fear, looking at the doll who kept repeating the words “It is me” After several minutes, the doll exploded leaving only his father’s watch. Herbert picked it up and cried silently looking at the window.