Original Author: Detective Barricade
The next day, your dad wished you a belated happy birthday, apologizing for not being there to celebrate it with you. You held no hard feelings towards him, and hugged him tightly, saying, "I can't forgive what isn't there to forgive, dad. What was the emergency, anyway?"
Your dad sated your curiosity with, "They were severely understaffed. Apparently it's this flu that's circulating around. Same one that I came down with about a week ago or so." He then changed the subject to, "Now I hope you made sure to leave me a slice of your birthday cake. Why, that would almost make me feel as though I was there with you guys!"
You nodded and replied, smiling, "Of course, dad! There's a couple of slices left, and even Nathan knows better than to deprive you of at least the second-hand experience. They're in the fridge."
You didn't really think all that much of your wish yesterday. After all, what you had asked for was effectively a miracle. Quite a bit more than, say, $100 or your brother to take you seriously even though you were 2 years older than him. If he got out of hand, a good grounding put him in his place at least for a while. But what you wished for? Wishful thinking for that to happen... At any rate, you went about your daily life normally until a week after your birthday. On this day, you decided to marathon watch The Lord of the Rings trilogy. After watching The Fellowship of the Ring, you dozed off before you could play The Two Towers. Maybe it was because you had been chatting on Skype until 2 in the morning with your BFF Aeriel. Regardless, you had the strangest dream...
There was an incessant knocking at the door, but when you yelled for Nathan to get it, you received no response. Apparently, you were hope alone. As you walked to the door, you discovered that the knocking sounded like wood on wood. Come to think of it, why didn't this person just ring the doorbell? Curiously, you opened the door to see...an old man with long grey hair and beard, with a pipe in his mouth. He was robed entirely in grey with a matching long, pointed hat, and carried a long, wooden staff. Wait. You knew this man, or wizard as it were!
"You...you're Gandalf! But...you're not real! How can you be here?" To which the old wizard smiled as he puffed his pipe as he replied, "Ah! Yes! And yet I stand before you as we speak. You are the wish maker, correct? How I know is not important. What is important is that the power you seek shall indeed be yours once our conversation is over. You needn't keep it secret, however it would be wise to use it too quickly." You asked, "Why? Are you saying that if I use this power too quickly it'll corrupt me?" The old wizard shook his head, "No, if you use it too quickly you'll get vertigo and possibly motion sick. You will be unable to be harmed, this is true, but effects that are merely an inconvenience can still plague you. Oh, and before we end our time together..." He leaned in close to you before he said, "I would demonstrate this gift with your younger brother first if I were you. The young man could use to learn that there are still some things out there that cannot be explained. Farewell, young Casandra! May you prove to be a boon with your gift!" And with that, the wizard turned and walked away. You were about to ask how he knew your name when...
You woke up with a start. Looking to the TV, you realized you hadn't even gotten past the main menu for The Two Towers. Deciding you had enough of Middle Earth for one day, you put the DVD away and turned the TV off. On the way back to the couch, you accidentally stubbed your pinky toe on the coffee table...and yet, it didn't hurt. Looking down, you noticed that your toenail didn't even have a mark on it. Whether or not that weird dream had anything to do with it, your wish had been granted!
"Oh? Oh... This is gonna be fun. Time to get back at Nathan for calling my dream stupid! Oh, Naaathaaan..." You call out once you reached his room. He...