... to take this, and visualize with all your might the wish you so desire," the Hissi reached into his coat pocket, unclenching his fist to reveal a golden medallion. The medallion seemed to shudder in his hand, as if were alive, the golden coat glistening in the gentle sunlight. "There's strange magic within this little thing of mine to grant you your heart's desire."
"Are you serious about this?" Polly squeaked excitedly. This was what she had been dreaming for since all those years ago. If the medallion could truly make her wish come true... she could finally be a part of the race rather than being confined to the grandstands! As she reached out to grasp the medallion, the Hissi suddenly withdrew his hand, shaking his head slightly. "Ah ah ah... not so fast, little Poogle." With his other hand, he snapped his fingers and gave a sly smile.
Polly got the message. "How much do you want for it? I don't really have that much, but I've got a few hundred thousand neopoints in the bank... would that be enough?"
The Hissi simply laughed. "What I'm offering you is worth more than what neopoints could ever buy, Polly. Now, I'm giving this to you for free..." He handed the medallion to the grinning Poogle.
"Really! That's awesome!" Polly interrupted, almost unable to contain her joy as she took the medallion from the Hissi's hand.
"But just remember... be careful what you wish for, as there's always a price to pay..."
The Hissi's voice drifted in her ears as she studied the intricate design of the medallion. But when Polly finally lifted her gaze up to speak to the Hissi once more, she realised he was gone.
"Strange guy..." she muttered. The medallion was of a strange material and design; though it bore the likeness of metal, it felt strangely warm and silky to the touch. The ornamental carvings looked too delicate to be made by hand, and she could almost hear an indistinct humming from within.
Be careful what you wish for... the Hissi's warning echoed in her mind. He seemed so serious about it... I wonder what he meant? But...well... if I'm just careful, nothing will go wrong, right? the Poogle mused.
Suddenly, she was jolted out of her thoughts by a commotion from the racing track. The race was completed, and the Poogles who won were laughing and celebrating their win, while others were congratulating them for a race well run. I want to be a part of them...I really do.
Gazing at the medallion in hand, she made a decision ...