There was a legend about the well in the garden, one that Katherine was determined to find the truth of. The legend was that if you threw a coin into the well, its magic would make your dreams come true. The well was hidden away in a beautiful garden behind rows and rows of hedges that formed a cryptic maze. Despite the beauty of the garden, it was guarded by an evil dragon known as Pulitzer who hoarded the power of the well. Katherine would not let any of that stop her.
She held her sword tightly as she snuck up on the grey dragon. She was prepared to strike at it when it noticed her, screaming flames at her. She shielded herself in the enchanted cloak given to her by the witch Medda. The flames came for what felt like minutes, flames licked at her arms, she could feel them singing the hair off her arms despite the shelter of the cloak. The flames stopped. Katherine huddled beneath the conspicuous pink cloak, inhaling too much dirt and smoke.
Fortunately for Katherine, the dragon Pulitzer was quite arrogant. His large snout prodded her body before her lifted he with his teeth by the cloak. She kept the sword in her hands. He drew her up to the sky. She stared into his beady black eyes before rocking herself back and forwards. She slipped from her cloak and fell towards the monster's chest with her sword extended. Pulitzer realized what she was doing too late, his attempts to snatch her back up in his maw failed as she plunged the sword into his chest.
Gravity did its work. Scales snapped off of Pulitzer as her sword allowed her to slide down the beast by slicing open his center and downwards. Her feet hit the dirk as the dragon's blood soaked it. Her arms and legs were stained red as the gore that poured from the dragon.
She strode over to his now unmoving mouth and freed her cloak from its hold. She wrapped it around her shoulders like a shawl. She stepped over the defeated dragon's claws towards the green and extensive maze.
Though others would have struggled with the maze Katherine had a few moren tricks, or magical objects, up her sleeve. She pulled a small bottle of black ink from her breeches pocket and unstopped the vial. She poured the ink over the dirt and watched as it glowed silver and began to trail out, providing her the most efficient route to the place she most wanted to be. Katherine pictured the well, she pictured the happiness she would gain there.
Katherine followed after the ink, it soon became too fast for her to keep up with, necessitating a sprint. When it finally stopped extended and disappeared she panted, out of breath in the fabled garden of the well.
There it was. It was the well that would finally make her dreams come true.
Katherine took long eager steps towards the well. "I wish for someone to love and spend my life with," she said to the well. She fished around her pockets for a coin and dropped it into the deep pit, praying that the witch would make her dream come true.
"Ow!" Katherine heard a shout come from the well. She leaned over it, staring inside. Within the well she saw the most beautiful woman the world had ever produced standing in calf deep water. The woman gawked up at Katherine like she'd never seen another woman before in her life.
"Are you my wife?" Katherine asked.
"What?" Sarah yelled up. "Why would I be your wife?"
"I wished for a spouse. This well is enchanted, is it not? You must be a witch!" Katherine couldn't make heads or tails of the situation.
"I'm not a witch!" Sarah cried out. "My name's Sarah, I'm a princess. Pulitzer threw me down this well to terrorize my family. Please help me."
Katherine was shocked, she had been expecting a marriage and instead she was rescuing a princess. "How am I supposed to get you out?"
"There's a bucket tied to a rope that he uses to give me my meals. Throw it down to me." Katherine spotted the rope with a bucket and let it fall down the well. She felt a weight on the other end and began to haul the stranger up the well. When she had reached the top Sarah lost her balance and fell onto Katherine, knocking her down.
The princess laid on Katherine's chest, both of them breathing heavily. She certainly looked like a princess, a very disheveled princess who'd spent a few weeks being held captive in the bottom of a well by a cruel dragon. Though the well didn't actually have the enchantments she was hoping for, Katherine still felt hop that her wish would come true as she stared into the princess' pretty brown eyes.