World peace was a bit harder, as I couldn't really just stroll into the offices of those with power.

Or could I?

Easily slipping past the layers of guards in the form of wishes of them turning a blind eye to me, I managed to get into the chambers of my first target: the President of the US.

His brown eyes turned up to look at me, piles of papers upon his desk and the blue pen scribbling letters upon letters of official junk. "And who might you be, interrupting me at this time?"

I gulped. This was the first time I had actually stood in front someone with actual power. I could already hear my stuttering, but when the words tumbled out of my mouth, they were strangely official. "Sir, I've come to negotiate world peace. I have a duty to fulfill this wish."

I saw him smile a bit. Then he sighed, the sigh of someone old and wise telling the inevitable to the young and naïve. "We're trying, we're trying. But world peace is not something that comes easily."

Was this where I used my trump card of my name? No, not yet. But I could already feel his interest in me diminishing. I couldn't let that happen. He had to stay interested. He had already started picking up his pen to start working on that official junk again, but I had to talk to sway his attention.

"I know, sir. But I think that it's worth trying for. I can speak every language out there, and I think that I can be a powerful asset when it comes to negotiating with other countries."

The language thing must have interested him, because he blinked that blink that said wow, I've never heard of that. Really?

And I had the duty of blinking and nodding back at him. Really.

Then he said, "What's your name?"

I got hesitant, but really, this guy has real power. He is the one that can help you make the difference. So I gulped and said it. "Lexi Basten."

Then his eyes widened exponentially. "Basten? You're the one with the cure for cancer?"

I could only nod.

"I can't believe it. You're so young too."

"I'm thirteen, sir. Youth can do great things too."

But I could see that he didn't believe me. From that first amazement to a bit of trust, now all I saw was the hazy cloud of black distrust.

"All right, Lexi. Tell me how you did it. How did you, a thirteen-year-old, figure out the answer that scientists have been looking for for years on end?"

I hesitated. Did I dare tell him about my magic? But this was the president. Did I dare lie to him?

"Do you promise to believe me, sir?"

His eyes narrowed. "As long as you tell me the truth."

I took in a deep breath. "It's magic."

Now he looked extra skeptical. "Magic."

"I was born with the ability to grant wishes. The device that cures cancer is imbued with the wish for the person or thing it scans to be perfectly healthy. It's that simple."

"And that's the truth?"

"It is. That's all I can tell you, sir."

All the scientists have been trying to figure out the technology that was hidden within the pink boxes of curing, but the thing is, it was just a box, through and through. A box with magical properties. That was all it really was.

"That explains quite a few things."

There was still a distrust in his eyes despite the "explanation of quite a few things."

"There's really nothing more that I can tell you, sir. Can you please trust me on this one?"

He sighs, giving up because I guess he realized that everything made sense, everything seemed true based on the other facts. "All right."

I high fived myself internally, since I managed to get through to his head. "Now how do we go about world peace?"

He kept silent for a few seconds, then inhaled and asked a single question: "What does world peace mean to you?"

I was stunned. I had never thought about that, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized what he meant.

What kind of world do you want?

What kind of peace do you want?

What kind of people do you want?

I didn't know. I didn't know the dreams of Maddie, Khale, Harmony, Michael, Aaron, and Winston. I didn't know what they wanted.

Whisper to me! What do you want? Tell me your dreams, the world that you would have liked to achieve, the place that would have been the best for everyone. Tell me what you wanted!

And Harmony was the first to respond: Peaceful means that everyone's happy with themselves. Peaceful means that everyone is happy with everyone else. Peaceful means that we're all gracious to each other.

Peaceful means happy.

If we're all happy, there's no need for anything, right? Michael chimed in, There's no need for war. There's no need for fighting. There's no need for anger.

We want a world where everyone is happy, where every person is content with what they have.

That's the kind of world peace we want.

And that was the kind of world peace I dedicated myself to achieve.

"... And that's what world peace means to me."