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With trepidation, small footsteps disturb the cobbled pathways that lead toward a large, seasoned maple. Within the roots, gnarled and forgotten to time, there lay the wishes of those before him that weren't quite resolved. He gently picks them up, and one at a time ties them back to the lower-hanging branches not yet adorned with the multicolored slips of worn paper. Smiling now that the task is complete, he ponders whether to add his own to the dark tree whose shadow lay cast over him, a dark blanket from the heat of a sunlit sky. Would it matter, in the grand scheme of things, were he to make his desires palpable? Would someone hear his plea? Offer him respite, along with those beside him, from the plagues terrorizing his region? He swallows hard, and purses his lips. It is then that he makes up his mind; unrolling the paper and bracing it against a stone, writing his one, and only wish:

_{Save Träule. Please? My home is in danger. At least, protect my family and friends. Thank you.}

Meimei was pondering what she should wish for under the tree. She closed her eyes, and wished. She wished to see her siblings which she has been seperated from, she wish to see her friends which she had lost throughout her endeavors. She wished that just once, a day that she can have some peace without the drama and violence that followed her of being her species, which the rest of the species were hunters with a strong hunger for meat. She wished that she could have the lives that the little patients from earth had told her about when she met them, about how it was peaceful and the green leaves and grass were covered in morning dew instead of the purple grass of her home world covered in blood and black goop. Meimei opened her eyes and scribbled this wish on the paper. If she had a mouth, she would have been smiling. The childish monster skipped away, humming.

(wait i love this,,,)

Sitting down by the tree, Taerosuki ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook. A small act of rage from a person who is supposedly calm and composed. He crumples up the paper and prepares to throw it, when he stops. Noticing the other papers, Taero glances at the faint writing.

"I wish..."

It only takes him a moment for the words on the paper to make sense to him, and Taero rustles through his pockets, pulling out a pen and un-crumpling the paper he held. He furiously scribbles on the paper, tears threatening to spill as his glasses fog up. As he finishes writing, he drops his pen and watches as it just rolls away. His eyes go back to the paper.

"I wish... I wish that my brother was free."

A tear fell onto the paper. Then two. Taerosuki was crying freely, no one to watch his facade crumple and fall. Small chants of I miss him and please come home could be heard from the boy. He picks himself back up, glasses fogged over, and gently places the paper on a branch he could reach. He hesitantly lets go, making sure the paper stays on the tree. Wishes were such a fantasy thing... but it never hurt to make one.

Fig had subconciously wandered over to the trees, paper already in hand, Fig never ttruly believed in wishes, despite his entire culture believing in it. But.. something pulled him here, may it just be dumb excuses or some ethereal force. He decided to try.

”I…” he twisted the paper in his hand, before pulling it open.

”I just wish for peace,” he muttered, scratchin the wish onto the paper, with a poor makeshift pencil.

he let out a long sigh, using his height to his advantage to neatly tie the paper. Nodding toward it, not expecting anything to happen.

(woahhh this is so cool !! anyway im not sure how you feel on furry characters but yea hopefully he isnt too hard to draw?) 

Shadow isn't one to make wishes, if any at all but there he was, standing in front of the tree, watching all of the paper that hung sway along with the wind. After a moment, he grabbed his pencil and held onto the paper in his hand, hovering over it with his pencil whilst thinking if this is even something he'd want to do. He's not someone that's very open and isn't even sure it'd be worth the trouble. He doesn't believe that it'll even come true considering what he went through and just shouldn't be depending on something that he had no faith in. Despite his hesitation though, he let out a heavy sigh and slowly started to write out his wish. 

"I wish i could see her again for one last time even if that seems rather impossible. I want to tell my sister that I still love her and that I'm sorry."

He reread what he wrote mutiple times and blankly gazed at the piece of paper he was holding in his now trembling hands. Even though at this point he knows he can't bring her back and has accepted on what's happened, he still deeply misses his sister and regrets that his last interaction with her was an argument they had. He'd do anything just to see her again, even if it was for a moment. He felt some tears streaming but quickly wiped them away and looked around to make sure nobody saw. Without anymore hesitation, Shadow gently hung up the paper with great care and stood there to see it sway and flutter with the breeze. He thought to himself that whilst he doesn't believe it will come true, it does bring some sort of solace just purely by the thought that it could. Though he couldn't stand there any longer as he'd rather not be spotted by anyone and he did had to go back home. He faced away from the tree and walked down the steps, though he'd make a final look at the tree before turning back to make his way home.

Leslie nervously held the small slip of paper in her shaking hands, a bit anxious but with a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, her wish would come true.
Approaching the tree, the young girl carefully hung the paper on one of the branches, before stepping back and watching it gently flutter in the breeze.

"I wish to find a real family."

She couldn't help but wince at the thought of the ones who had brought her into this world, the ones who didn't deserve to be called parents. Though most of her hope for happiness had been lost, there was a small glimmer that she was still holding onto.

Felicci looked at the little blue slip of paper, strung on gold ribbon, and thought hard. A wish was a serious thing... but truly, he knew already what he wanted.

As he wrote, thoughts of all the hardships of the past swam around his head. He knew he could never make them disappear, never erase them from his past, and wouldn't dream of trying to do so. He had found in the course of his life that the best way of escaping the sadness that once was, was to dream of something better.

"I wish to find my happy ending."

He watched the paper, now delicately tied to the tree, twist and flutter in the breeze. With a sigh both heavy and hopeful, he turned away and slipped back through the solitude of the sacred wilderness.

"What do I wish for?"

Thanatos is rarely ever asked what he wants by a stranger...  He thought most assumed he wanted world domination or endless winter the most...  Or something else selfish... But his real wish was not selfish at all....  It is not obvious to anyone what he wants but it is obvious to those who know him well.

"I wish for....."

But it was hard for him to write his wish....  He felt vulnerable sharing his feelings with strangers.  Then after a lot of introspection he finally mustered the courage to finish writing it down.

"I wish for my beloved (Gaea) and I to always  be together and to be happy forever...."

Then he drew a cute picture of himself and Gaea on the wish card.

Thanatos went to the wish tree and gently placed his wish on it.

Valleria has never been one for making wishes. She never saw the point, really. Yet here she was, standing by the tree with paper in her shaking hands. She rarely made herself corporeal for reasons outside the cemetery. Still, she couldn't help the tiny sliver of hope that maybe her wish would come true.

I wish for the children who grew up like me to live long, happy lives, free of unnecessary pain.

Azura folded the strip of paper he held, rolling and unrolling it between his fingers as he stood before the wishing tree. How foolish, he thought, to resort to childish traditions like this. Despite his own lack of belief, there was something comforting about rituals like this. He sighed, thinking for a moment before penning his wish.
I wish to make amends with those I've left behind. 
After smoothing out the paper, he tied it loosely to a branch and departed with a wistful air. One wish wouldn't change much, but maybe with time he could make a difference on his own. 

(Here's hoping I'm doing this right. XD)

I wish that my mother would learn to open her heart to more than just her own fame. Even if it's only enough to reconcile with my father. He deserves happiness.

It was almost too difficult for Musette to place a wish. Funny, so optimistic, so... Hopeful herself, and yet most of the time spent writing was actually just really her adding one word and then... Admiring the tree, or wondering about the lives of other visitors, or any little thing that could delay the process of placing her heart on paper.