Gaius Danius Griinia
Apparently Infamous
What do you wish for?You can, but people will always remember that you did it. Not the previous memory but.. they do know.
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What do you wish for?You can, but people will always remember that you did it. Not the previous memory but.. they do know.
GrantedNothing, and as such you cannot corrupt what isn't there without adding something, and thus you're not corrupting the wish. Muahhaha, somebody's probably going to find a loophole for this.
Your wish?Granted
As you want nothing
YOU ARE NOTHING
Your existence is voided forever
I grant your wish, naive girl.
Let it be known from here on that you are the only dragon to exist in this world. You have the magic, the fire, and the beauty that many would expect from a dragon of fantasy and mythology. And, most importantly, you have the freedom granted by your size, flight, and ancient lifespan, should you choose to utilize these all.
But, dear friend... everything comes with a price, and what you currently perceive to be a divine blessing shall turn into centuries of strife and torment.
The horns, scales, and even excrements of a dragon have many unusual properties, ranging from protection to magic conductivity to medicine - vastly unlike the ivory horns and tiger stripes from more exotic lands. For such a practical use, these objects which must be harvested from you and only you are often seen to number in tens or even hundreds of thousands of US dollars in price. Yes, there are good people in the world who only wish to befriend you or study you for the sake of world salvation, but for each of these people there are at least ten more who would take advantage of these resources solely for their own gain. And they will stop at nothing to achieve this task.
Everyone in the world knows of your unique abilities... but you are only one individual in a sea of billions. So, what happens afterwards?
If you're lucky, you experience the brief feelings of liberating freedom, soaring among the clouds for an hour at most. In the months and eventually years that will follow, however, the world around you will gradually crumble into a state of strife, knowing that you have what it takes to solve a multitude of some of the major issues in the world - or greatly exacerbate them, in the wrong hands. Before the day ends, you are captured and held against your will by those who either have the goodwill to protect you from harm, those who would prefer to observe you from behind the safety of their glass barriers, or the many people who are willing to exploit your limitless value to achieve whatever ends they desire. Much of the world shall vie for you, and your possession will constantly change from careful hand to careful hand - after all, killing you would rid you of any value you might have in the future, and there's simply no allowing that to happen.
Before the turn of the next century, the word 'freedom' will forever be erased from your vocabulary, and many more centuries and soon millennia will pass as those who 'care' for you will either urge you to remain hidden for your own safety or hold you down as they extract every last scale from your now emotionless husk, before waiting for them to regrow and starting the process all over again. Weren't dragons supposed to have wings? You can't remember anymore - with all the turmoil in the world, it's been so long since your last flight the wings must've permanently receded or atrophied into more scales for the benefit of the cruel harvest.
So, one simple and harmless wish turned into a ceaseless conflict in the world - and near-endless torment for you. As they always say - be careful what you wish for.
I wish for a dog - a g o o d b o y e that belongs to me and the person below, and loves both of us equally. We return the love equally as well, of course.
Granted, but you're an evil genie that gets restrained and you're immortal in a cell and no one knows you. Your friends, family, etc die in the years you wasted in that cell, not able to see the outside world.Granted! poofs into smoke
You're in the sky, falling for what feels like hours, but is really just under a minute as the ground starts to become clearer and clearer. While you're falling images of your family, your friends, and the best experiences of your life overwhelm your senses, and before you've fallen halfway you already regret making this wish. The last thoughts that go through your mind before you meet the ground?
I don't want to die.
I wish I could go back.
But you're all cashed out of wishes, buddy.
I wish I could be a genie. Y'know, like that one guy from Aladdin did.