The Wishmakers

by Tyler Whitesides

  “It isn’t for me,” he said, his voice echoing in the huge cavern. I didn’t know what he meant, and my confusion must have shown, so he continued. “I have to help my dad achieve his greatest desire.”

  “It’s too late,” I said. “Your crazy dad isn’t here. And you can’t get the jar to him before your time runs out.” I shook my head. “The quest’s over, Jathon. You’ll never make it.”

  He reached into the pocket of his horrible leather jacket and withdrew a pencil. It looked perfectly ordinary. Jathon twirled it between his fingers once, like he was debating whether or not to do something. Then he grabbed the pencil in both hands and snapped it in half.

  As it turned out, the pencil was a trinket. Jathon discarded the broken halves, and they tumbled into the black chasm. But my attention didn’t linger on the spent trinket.

  Jathon was paying a consequence. The Universe seemed to pick him up and slam him against the ground. Except, at this moment, the ground happened to be the rope bridge.

  Jathon slammed into the planks, half a dozen times, like he was trying to body-slam the wooden boards. The repetitive action caused the rope bridge to undulate like a wave.

  Luckily, I already had a death grip on the boards, but behind me, I heard Tina scream. Whirling around, I saw the girl barely hanging on to the coarse rope, her legs dangling over the edge of the bridge.

  I performed a quick backward crawl, reaching her in a second. As Jathon’s beating came to an end, the bridge calmed and I hoisted Tina onto the safety of the planks.

  Jathon was lying facedown on the boards, just feet from the end of the bridge. He had paid the consequence for the pencil trinket, and now I saw the wish that went along with it.

  Thackary Anderthon had appeared. He was standing on the stone platform just behind his fallen son, face twisted in a snarl. “Ha-ha!” His laugh seemed slightly frenzied at finding himself in the place he had been seeking. “The trinket has brought us togetherrrr, son!” he cried. “And I told you the consequence wouldn’t kill you!” He nudged his son with his foot.

  Jathon slowly raised his head. His nose was bleeding and there was a cut across his forehead from the pounding he had accepted.

  “It will all be worth it, boy!” cried Thackary. “Once I have what I want, I can be the father you’ve always wanted me to be.” He turned away from his injured son, laying eyes for the first time on the jar of the Undiscovered Genie.

  It fell silent in the cavern. Only Jathon’s ragged breathing split the quiet as Thackary Anderthon stepped across the raised stone platform and climbed the steps, reverently approaching the crimson jar.

  “Ace?” Ridge’s voice rang out from my museum bag. “Ace, what’s going on?”

  “You want to know how bad it is?” I whispered. “Thackary’s here. He’s almost to the jar.”

  “Do you have it ready?” he whispered back.

  I chose not to reply to his question, grinning instead, as Tina gave me a questioning glance. “We thought of a little something in case this happened,” I explained to her.

  On the stone platform, Thackary Anderthon reached out and lifted the genie jar from its pedestal. For a brief second, he cradled it close, showing more care than I’m sure he ever showed to Jathon. Then he burst out in maniacal laughter and lifted the jar above his head.

  I’m sure his next move would have been to pop off the lid and take control of the Undiscovered Genie, but I had a trinket I was dying to use.

  I knelt high, pulled a fridge magnet out of my pocket, and hurled it at Thackary. The consequence of using my pay-as-you-play trinket displayed itself immediately. I reached behind myself, grabbed the elastic of my underwear, and gave myself the biggest wedgie you could possibly imagine.

  Hey, I didn’t want to. The Universe forced my hand. But it was a price I was willing to pay. And as quickly as I paid the wedgie consequence, the magnet hit Thackary Anderthon and worked its magic.

  Remember when Ridge and I had stepped into the museum gift shop to pick out a souvenir? I thought it would be a good idea to wish for a trinket for a situation just like this. The magnet forced the person it touched to drop whatever they were holding. In this case, that was Thackary Anderthon. And the item he was holding was the clay jar.

  My trinket was simple but effective. And it caused Thackary to scream in surprise as the crimson jar toppled from his grasp, bounced down the steps, and rolled across the stone platform. It hit the little ledge where the bridge was anchored into the stone, and popped up, rolling just a few more inches until it came to rest between the first two planks of the rope bridge.

  The jar was two feet from Jathon. Had he not been so stunned, he might have taken it. Instead, I risked rising to my feet, sprinting the final distance, and leaping over Jathon’s injured form.

  I halted at the edge of the stone platform, stooping quickly to snatch up the clay jar. I wasn’t sure exactly what my intentions were, I just knew I needed to keep the jar away from Thackary Anderthon for a few more minutes. I could have run around the cavern, stalling for time. I could have tossed it back and forth with Tina, like a game of keep-away that could save the world. I could have hurled it into the abyss at my feet so no one would ever find it again.

  But the moment I had the jar in my hand, all those ideas were replaced by a single all-powerful thought.

  Open it.

  I could finally find out where I came from, who my family was. No heavy burden to bear. No unpleasant consequence. I could ask, and the genie would grant it.

  Did it matter that Roosevelt’s head, the cotton candy vendor, and the fisherwoman had warned against opening the jar? Did it matter that the curator had explained that nothing good would come from this cave? I had the answer to my biggest question. It was right in my hand.

  Come on. You would have wanted to open it, too.

  Slowly, my hand moved to the ceramic lid of the jar. My fingers tightened, and all it would have taken was the slightest tug. But before I could finish the action, a certain trinket fridge magnet struck the back of my head.

  Two things happened at once. The hand that had been about to pry off the lid instead reached back to further the wedgie I had given myself. And my other hand, which seemed to have a solid grip, suddenly lost control of the jar.

  It tumbled forward. And from my position at the edge of the bridge, there was only one place for it to fall.

  Into the chasm.

  I cried out, releasing my wedgie and reaching desperately for the jar I had so carelessly dropped. I was furious at myself. Vale had warned me about the risks of a trinket, and my own trick came back to bite me!

  I thought for sure the Undiscovered Genie jar was a goner, tumbling over the edge, when Jathon’s hand suddenly shot out and grasped it mid-fall. He had been lying so still at my feet, so beaten and defeated, that I wasn’t even sure he was still conscious. But his reflexes didn’t seem slowed by his injured state.

  “That’s me boy!” Thackary shouted from behind me on the stairs. I whirled around to face him. His hand was still poised from throwing my fridge magnet. Thackary stretched out his other hand, beckoning hungrily for the jar his son had just rescued.

  But I wasn’t going to let that slimeball touch it. I glanced down at the watch face on top of my hourglass. I had only like fifteen minutes left until my quest expired. And I didn’t intend to let the world get ruined now!

  “Tina!” I shouted. Her single clap echoed through the cave, so I knew she could hear me. I’m sure my shoelace came untied, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. “Get the jar from Jathon!”

  I sprinted directly at Thackary, taking him by surprise as I turned my back on Jathon and the jar. When I hit the bottom stair, one of my recent consequences kicked in and I suddenly found the need to take two steps per stair.

  The wiry man fumbled for something in his pocket. I assumed it was his coin trinket, the one that would encase him in a force field. Whatever he was reaching for, I was going to make sure there wasn’t
time to use it.

  I didn’t let my double-stair-stepping curse slow me down. Leaping from the second stair, I plowed into Thackary and sent us both to the ground in an impressive tackle.

  “Are we fighting now?” Ridge shouted from inside his jar in the museum bag. He was probably piecing things together from the sounds of our scuffle. “Are we winning?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” I answered with my obligatory question. “I’ve got him pinned!” I quickly maneuvered myself into a position where I was kneeling on Thackary’s chest. I had one of his arms clasped tightly in both of my hands, but the other one was wriggling free from where it was trapped against the stair.

  “We don’t have much time left!” Ridge called.

  I blame Thackary’s bad cologne for this next part. My nose twitched. I drew in a sharp breath.

  I sneezed.

  A green grape, much larger than my nostril, came shooting out of my nose. It pelted off Thackary’s forehead, leaving a somewhat slimy smear above his eyes.

  Sneezing out a grape was certainly not a pleasant experience. But if it had to happen, I was glad it occurred when it did. The distraction of the disgusting grape caused Thackary to falter, and I managed to wrangle his other hand down against the stairs.

  The fact that I had successfully pinned him was a miracle. But I seriously doubted that I’d be able to sneeze enough grapes to keep him like this for the next fourteen minutes. I needed help.

  Glancing down the steps, I saw Jathon on his feet at the edge of the rope bridge. To my surprise, the crimson jar was still in his hands. I wondered what Tina had been doing while I was tackling the mean dad, and then I saw. She had stepped up beside Jathon, her hand on his shoulder for support.

  “What are you doing?” I shouted. “Take it and go!” But Tina seemed to have no intention of following my advice. She looked at me, her gaze piercing the distance across the stone platform.

  From beneath me, Thackary angled his head to see the two kids on the bridge. “Bring me the jar, boy! Bring it to yer old man! This is the moment we be fighting for!”

  Jathon stepped toward his dad, but Tina held him fast. “You can’t do this, Jathon,” she said. “You know you can’t. We talked about this.”

  “What are you saying?” I muttered. “When did you talk about this?”

  Tina looked at me. “The night in the train,” she said. “Jathon and I made an agreement before I let him go.”

  “What kind of agreement?” I asked, my insides turning to mush.

  “There was only one way this could end,” Tina said. “But I knew you wouldn’t like it, Ace. I knew you’d try to stop me, so I couldn’t tell you.”

  I felt my grip on Thackary relax as my muscles wanted to give out. Instead, I channeled my anger to hold him tighter.

  “Don’t be a fool, Jathon!” Thackary screamed. “Think about what that jar could do fer me! I promise I’ll be the father you’ve always wanted!” Then his teeth clenched in a rage. “Bring it here!”

  Tina released her grip on Jathon’s shoulder and held out her hand instead. “It’s the only way, Jathon.”

  “What are you talking about?” I shrieked. “What’s the only way?” I wanted nothing more than to sprint over to the bridge and shake some sense into Tina. But I wasn’t sure what would happen if I released my grip on Thackary. I was trapped, and my only option was to shout my logic.

  Jathon closed his eyes, one already swollen shut from his pounding on the bridge. He drew in a deep breath, as if hoping that the air could make the choice for him. Then his eyes opened. He looked across the stone platform and muttered two words.

  “Sorry, Dad.”

  Then Jathon handed the jar to Tina.

  Chapter 37

  Tina stood on the rope bridge, her eyes fixed on me, and my eyes fixed on the Undiscovered Genie jar in her hand.

  “This is what I came for, Ace,” she said. Her voice wasn’t very loud, but it resonated in the stone chamber better than it did in my head.

  “No!” I cried. Now that I wasn’t the one holding the jar, the warnings we’d received from the guardians seemed much clearer. “You can’t!” I had felt the allure of the jar. The promise of a free wish. But now that I was seeing someone else on the brink of decision, it seemed like opening that jar was a very bad idea.

  “I have to do this for my mom,” she answered. “It was always about my mom.”

  “But . . .” I stammered. I didn’t know what to say to convince her to stop. With only minutes left to fulfill her quest, I realized that Tina must have given up. There was no way she could save Thackary’s life because we’d never found him close to dying.

  “Don’t quit,” I urged. “There has to be a way!”

  “I’m not quitting,” she said. “I’m fulfilling my quest.”

  I gave her a confused look, my fishy breath catching in my throat as her hand moved to the lid of the jar. Then Tina explained everything with a single sentence.

  “My mother is an ex-Wishmaker.”

  Her words hit me like a battering ram. I thought of the woman I’d seen in the hospital room. Tina had told me that her mom was quirky. Singing opera every time the car stopped? Collecting odd knickknacks? They weren’t just quirks. And I had assumed that her upside-down ear was part of her condition, but now it made more sense. Tina’s mom was still carrying consequences from years ago. From when she was a Wishmaker.

  “How long have you known?” I asked, wondering why she would keep such important information from me.

  “Since the night in the train,” Tina answered. “Jathon told me.”

  “How did he know about your mom?” Ridge’s voice called from inside his jar.

  “We went to the hospital,” Jathon said. “I had wished to know if there were any other Wishmakers in play and where I could find them. The answer led us to St. Mercy’s Hospital, room 214. By the time we got there to investigate, you guys had already left. But my dad recognized the woman. He knew her from a long time ago. They were Wishmakers together.”

  Thackary Anderthon and Tina’s mom had crossed paths in their youth? Had they worked together on their quests like us?

  “I didn’t know that she was Tina’s mom until we started talking after you fell asleep on the train,” Jathon finished.

  “I have to save my mom, Ace,” said Tina. “It’s not just what I want. It’s my quest.”

  “What about my quest?” I asked, struggling to keep Thackary contained. “I can’t hold him much longer.”

  “This will fulfill everything. If I open the jar,” Tina whispered, “it means Thackary never can.”

  “If you open that jar,” I yelled, “then Jathon fails his quest and the world will end anyway!”

  The injured boy answered me this time. “My quest was to help the person I’m closest to in achieving their greatest desire.”

  “I know!” I shouted. “I have him pinned. You’ll fail!”

  “The person he’s closest to,” Tina said, reaching out and touching Jathon’s shoulder, “doesn’t have to be his dad.”

  Ridge had once pointed out that our quests contradicted each other. Three Wishmakers were in play: me, Jathon, and Tina. We all had quests, and failing any one of them meant the end of the world.

  I suddenly realized what it all meant. In this moment, Tina was standing closest to Jathon. He had given her the jar so she could achieve her greatest desire, therefore fulfilling his quest. By opening the jar, Tina would prevent Thackary from ever doing so, therefore fulfilling my quest. And once the jar was open, Tina could make her one free wish and save her mother’s life, therefore fulfilling her quest.

  Tina was right. This was the only way for all three contradicting quests to be completed.

  The guardians of the Ancient Consequence had told us that the Undiscovered Genie would bring chaos. The curator had told us that nothing good would come from this cave.

  Tina was prepared to sacrifice herself, and in the process, she was saving the world three
times over. But I didn’t like it. And I couldn’t accept it.

  If I couldn’t convince her to drop it, maybe I could trick her into it.

  “Tina!”

  I said her name, knowing that her consequence would make her clap. But she managed around it, her hand moving right back to the unopened lid as the sound of her clap resonated in the huge cave.

  “I have to, Ace,” Tina whispered. “It’ll be all right.” Then she ripped open the jar.

  I didn’t care about holding Thackary anymore. I sprang to my feet, moving down the stairs at a painstaking rate with both feet on each step, careful to avoid tripping on my untied shoelace.

  A silence enveloped the cavern. More than a normal silence. It was as though the red smoke venting from the opened jar was absorbing sound.

  Then there was a loud crack, and a new figure stood before Tina on the rope bridge. I froze.

  The Undiscovered Genie was not at all like Ridge, Vale, or what I’d seen of Scree. He was a man. Not a boy, but a fully grown adult. His head was shaved, his chest was bare, and his muscles rippled in the creepy glow of the cave walls. Black-lined tattoos networked his exposed skin, like cracks in his flesh. Around his right wrist was a thick leather band.

  He scanned the room, his dark eyes taking stock of his surroundings while a demonic smile tugged at his mouth. “I,” he began, his speech low and almost inhuman, “I am Chasm!”

  Then the genie tilted back his head, upraised fists clenched, and sang a bellowing note like a Broadway star into the spacious cavern. His voice was thunderous and seemed to shatter the stillness that had descended upon us all.

  He pounded his chest with one hand and when he spoke again, his voice wasn’t nearly so freaky. “Whew,” he said. “Sorry about that introduction. Totally creepy. I haven’t spoken in, well, forever. But I think we’re good now.”

  Thackary and I stood side by side at the bottom of the stairs, no longer the struggling enemies we had been but momentarily stunned into a mutual audience.