"The Might of Gold?" Alpha asks, not out of bewilderment, but out of desperation. He slowly hangs his head, turns, and walks sadly away. "Then in all likelihood my scar will stay with me until my death."

OOC: Yes, I do know what the Might of Gold is. I asked Victor/Kamikaziplumber to put that in there. No, he doesn't know what it is. No, I won't tell you what it is either...at least, not yet.

"A true scar?" asks a monotone voice, clearly empty of any incredulousness and contempt. The face you see is Arco's and is...simply puzzled. Mouth open in an "O", he blinks a few times before taking a step forward.

"Then it will never leave?" He adds, after a pause. I was always told that if you want anything enough, you can...

Arco thinks to himself for another moment before realizing his lack of politeness. Sheepishly, he drops a rupee in the well and steps back, hands folded passively.

The well, now missing much stone from the constant rattling, seems to soften somewhat. Though still jarring, the tremor didn't affect the well itself this time. But the deep voice emanated as strong as ever.

"ARCO.Thou hast deposited a rupee. One wish is yours."

With a final glance at Alpha's back, Arco steps up closer to the Well. For a moment he rests both hands on its rim, wondering what his wish should be. What it could be. What it shouldn't, what it couldn't...

The million rupees didn't work, and it couldn't take away the scar...

Finally, Arco brightens up. Straightening back and standing solidly on his feet, Arco holds up an index finger and announces, "I would like a hard boiled egg."

Suddenly, a flash of bright light stabbed the eyes of the onlookers, and once all pupils were adjusted once more, there hung a cauldron from where the bucket once was. Then an egg, as though laid in mid-air, fell from the sky and plopped into the water-filled cauldron. Finally, magical flames erupted from the well's mouth, and the water began to boil instantly, thoroughly splashing the surrounding greens and muddying the soil.

Thanks to these magic flames, Arco had only a minute to wait for his egg to be cooked. But once finished, the fragile egg performed quite a stunt, and shot out of the cauldron. Seconds later, the egg came hurtling back to earth. It smashed directly into the stone rim.

As detrimental as this might have seemed, the egg was not harmed. True, the shell cracked in a myriad of places, but all was not lost. Nay, the shell actually slid off the egg in a hundred tiny pieces, leaving one clean hard-boiled egg for Arco's dining pleasure.

Before anyone could hope to react to this display of magic, however, the egg rolled off of the rim, and right into a puddle of mud!

"IT IS DONE. Enjoy your egg, Arco. Hast anyone else a wish to be granted?"

Cink.

Arco stands next to the well, a faraway look in his eyes. In his hand, stabbed onto the rim of the well, is an empty fork. A moment passes. Finally, the Sheikah straightens back up, slots the fork away, and wipes his hands on his pants.

As he turns to go, Arco throws a final, remorseful look at the muddied egg, then pauses:

"Thank you, Well. That was... memorable."

painted on the side of the well are the words
In the stillness of the mosquito sunset

The well, now covered in cobwebs due to misuse, shook violently once more. The cobwebs now thoroughly removed, the well spoke with clear anger.

"WHO HATH DARED TO DEFILE MY WALLS???"

Receiving no answer, the well spoke again:

"Coward! Show yourself!"

Waiting patiently for a reply, the well realized that the culprit was long gone. Without further speculation, it shook once more, after which a bright light flashed. Suddenly, a faint glow could be seen around the edges of the painted words. Then, as if pulled by some invisible force, the words slowly slipped of the edge of the walls. They crawled slowly across the grass until reaching a nearby tree. Up the tree they went, setting themselves straight in the center of the trunk, and clearly visible to anyone who visited the well: In the stillness of the mosquito sunset.

OOC: Ha ha! Thought you could get away, eh, Sheng Long? Well, you can't just go around and vandalize ancient property! I'm just kidding; thanks for another well-placed tag! I always enjoy finding them. As for anyone else, simply regard the words as being on the tree from now on. Remember: they haven't been erased, just moved.

Nogare has been travelling about when he suddenly sees this Wishing Well. He desides to make use of it, and drops on of his few rupees into the water. When the Well Asks for his wish, he says, "Well, could I get my father back! My father is dead, and I would do anything to get him back..." He waits for a reply. It comes shortly...

With the soft plopping sound of Nogare's rupees hitting the watter, the well began to rumble violently as it had done so long ago. Once again it had fallen into misuse, shrouded by cobwebs of all shapes and sizes and covered in a thick layer of dust. As the ancient well shook some dust managed to fall in, causing the deep voice to hack and cough for quite a while before finally managing to spit out its usual monologue.

"NOGARE. You hath deposited a rupee. What is your wish? To bring back your dead father? Greyblade? Why, certainly."

Trembling intensely once more, the well seemed to shake the whole earth with it, causing most of the ground around it to crack. Suddenly, a rectangular hole opened up near Nogare and out of it rose a wooden box, more commonly known as a coffin. All rumbling then ceased, and the well spoke again.

"IT IS DONE. It took me quite some time to find him, but here his is: Greyblade. I don't believe you said that you wanted him back alive? Well, I suggest you not look in the box if you are squeamish. I can even return him to his original place of burial, if you wish... Now, hath anyone else a wish to be granted?"

Alex looks down to the bottom of the well, he can see far away the reflection of his face, he throws some rupees and shouts:
"Hey! I want a new pair of boots, can you give me some?"
Alex awaits for the answer, not sure if it was going to work...

OOC: This well should have never died
IC:

Blank watches as Alex deposits his Rupee, wondering if it would be at all possible for a well to produce clothing. Without even waiting for for the Well to recognize the Zora's wish, the nomad steps up to the deep water hole and does the unthinkable. Blank deposits not one, but five Rupees. Oh yes. He wonders if the amount of money thrown in will have any leverage in the outcome of the Well's wish-granting ability, but the Rupees have been burning a hole in his wallet for quite some time now.

Well! I wish for this decomposed cadaver to be returned to its rightful burial ground. Also, could I get some ale up here?

The Hylian laughs at his wish, knowing that if it succeeds he will have saved quite a lot of money than he would have if he'd traveled back to North Castle.

Cloud walked past the well, thinking no more of it than a muddied egg. But, Strato jumped up and down with excitement. He, obviously thought it was genuine.

Strato, dont waste your time, it's like a genie, you never get exactly what you want. Cloud said sternly It would be a waste of a rupee.

Aww, comeon Cloud! It looks like fun, plus, whats the worst that could happen?

Cloud brokedown. He hated to deny his brother something. He sighed and tossed a rupee into the well.

OOC: Wow, three in a row. OK, well, first of all, welcome back, Mikaudes! A little late, I know, but still.

IC: As Alex dropped his rupees and made his wish, the well began to shake violently yet again. The sloshing of the water could even be heard from the surface, but the deep voice the resonated from the well's depths thundered over the sound.

"ALEX. You have made your wish. If new boots are what you want, then new boots are what you get."

The rumbling became more and more violent, as if the well was ripping the earth beneath it apart. It was then that the shaking abruptly stopped, and the sounds of chiseling could be heard from the well's opening. When these sounds ceased as well, the bucket rose up with two rather large rocks- in the shape of boots, of course.

"IT IS DONE. Enjoy your new boots, Alex."

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It was then that Blank deposited his five rupees and the well began to tremble again.

"BLANK. You have deposited your rupees. Two wishes you say? Fine."

The shaking continued and a large crater opened up near the well, sucking the coffin back into the earth and eventually to its proper burial place. The rumbling continued to escalate in intensity and the sloshing could be heard once more, until suddenly it grew calm.

It was then that the well hiccupped.

"THEY ARE DONE. The corpse has been returned to its proper place, and the ale is-"

Hic.

"Err... excuse me. The ale is down here in the well. Use the bucket if you want to get it."

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Finally, Cloud tossed in his own rupee, and the well rumbled yet again, the ale still sloshing around in its depths.

"CLOUD. You have submitted one rupee. What is your wish?"

Well, Strato, make your wish!

Strato jumped up and down excitedly. He thought of what to wish for. He thought and thought and thought some more. Then he got it!

I wish that I had a mustache!

Cloud slapped his forehead at this rediculous wish.