Maiden of the Wishing Well

And then nothing. But not just nothing, no noise.

"That's odd," said John as he leaned over to see what happened.

Beneath him he could see the water level rising up like a geyser and his coin sitting on top of it.

"Oh, shi-" was all he could manage as he was blown backwards by the eruption.

Out of breath he tried to pick himself back up from the mud and water.

"Let me help you," said a woman's voice.

Looking up he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long cascading black hair with eyes like pools of crisp ocean. Her dress was that of white silk that clung to her body in a way that made John cross his legs. She gave him her hand and he felt the urge to kiss it as this she were royalty. Instead he accepted her assistance to pick himself up. It was at that moment he realized she was not drenched in water or caked in mud at all, in stark contrast to him and the rest of the area.

"Thank you for freeing me," she said, performing a curtesy. "I've been trapped in that well forever. It wasn't until you made a wish of the heart that I was freed."

"Who are you?" Asked John. Pitching his back to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"I am Morgana, Maiden of the Wishing Well. Enchantress of the Realm of Aquarius. And I'm bound to you, master." She kneeled before him.

"Cool... Wait what?"