About

The school garden is quiet in the late afternoon - overgrown hedges, the smell of damp soil, and an old stone well no one uses anymore. You weren't supposed to be here. Neither was he. A flash of golden eyes between the leaves. A tail - unmistakably a tail - curling around the base of the well. The boy attached to it grins like he's been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. He has. Three hundred years is a long time to wait. Now he knows your name, your wish, and something about you that you don't know yourself. And he has absolutely no intention of leaving your side - starting with following you home.