It was beautiful day, walking home. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze blowing in my face. I walked to a busy intersection and waited for the light to change. I turned my head to observe my surroundings as I often did and smiled kindly at an elderly woman beside me. “”Watch out!” came a call from behind me. I turned and moved away just as a bike bowled past knocking the elderly woman into the road. I realized a car was coming and I dove into the road and grabbed the woman, picking her up, moving her back to the side walk, and barely missing the oncoming car.
I stepped back into the road, calling the biker a jerk, as he rode on, either oblivious, or uncaring of the accident that almost happened. The woman thanked me as the light turned and we started walking. “I could have died, young man.” She said. “Why did you jump in?” She then asked, all too calmly.
“What else could I do? Let you get hit?” I said, with a little chuckle.
She smiled and reached into her purse and rummaged around. She made a satisfied sound and pulled her hand out, showing me a beautifully decorated, though not very valuable ring. “Almost two hundred years went into the making of it. It’s been passed down for centuries after, waiting to be given to a deserving person, such as you. It’s very powerful. It can grant any number of wishes, no matter what, as long as it doesn’t involve some one’s death, or the alteration of major history.” She handed it to me, and even though, I didn’t believe her, I still liked the decoration of the ring. I smiled, and slid it onto my finger, thanked her, and