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─ ───── ( BUT DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD? ) ──────────────────
The Wishender was created among the original gods. She was a happy god, granting simple gifts
until everyone seemed to move past her. She vanished into the unknown years ago, untraceable.
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The Wishender was created during the beginning of the species, of the world even.
She was created as a minor god, made to grant wishes and bring some spouts of
happiness to the population so that the more important gods could focus on the
major work. Despite having such a minor role, Wishender was quite happy with her
occupation. The only restrictions were that her magic could not grant any physical
changes- instead they would factor into an event yet to happen. Her magic,
although weak, could shift the future and change the course of a situation at a
wisher's request.
Sometimes the wishes wouldn't happen exactly as planned, but she definitely did
make them happen. Despite her abilities, people soon stopped relying on her and
her wishes as the unexpectedness would prove to be too surprising. Plus, the world
began to shift and change as well. As time went on, more gods appeared and these
new gods would be more entertaining to the population, allowing Wishender to
simply vanish to the background of the world. While she certainly wasn't forgotten,
as expressed later, she definitely was left behind. To the point where she decided
to retire to an old, forgotten palace that reminded her of the old world. There she
made her bed at the foot of a marble pillar, hibernating.
It was decades before she was awoken from her hibernation. Enough to where she
could barely recognize the world around her when she walked out- granted, her
palace and it's land had remained untouched. She was exceptionally larger in size
now, after letting her magic manifest for so long. A lone person had come to awaken
her, explaining that they had heard about her in old books and from rumors from
elders. They had come seeking a cure for their sick spouse. Wishender was warmed
by the gesture, of someone seeking her out. She made the wish with ease, wishing
them off well. In a week's time, their spouse's infection would have mysteriously
vanished overnight.
Other people came flocking to her palace after hearing more about her and she was
happy to oblige to all of the wishes. Albeit happy she was receiving attention again,
she was bored. The wishes were all of similar expectations and they were, well,
basic. There was nothing special about the wishes, nothing that truly interested her.
At the end of the day, she was sapping more magical energy from her wish-grantings
so she took them as they came for the fact that they imbued her with more power.
At the very least she would be strong.
It wasn't until someone came in with a more questionable, risky wish that she was
finally intrigued. It was a wish for vengeance. Something that she had never
experienced before. She thought over the wish for days, the person patiently
waiting for her response in the mean time. The day Wishender decided to take on
the wish, was the day her magic began it's corruption. From that hill she went down,
spiraling into a bundle of waiting parasitic energy.
She became corrupt and the beautiful, golden magical energy that had given her
the ability to grant simple wishes with ease and at the flick of the wrist vanished.
It was tainted and turned into dark, writhing tentacles that infested her body. She
nearly doubled in her size to accommodate for the tendrils, forcing her to coil
around her marble pillar instead of bask in front of it now. She wrapped around it
like a snake, waiting for a victim to come into view. The tentacles replaced her
innate ability to grant wishes and while she could technically manifest enough
energy to grant a wish, she instead learned how to simply manipulate her wisher's
minds.
The tentacles could leech information from any source just by a simple brush of
contact. They would allow Wishender to have access to all of the information she
could want to know about someone. She mainly would use the memories of her
victim's to mimic voices, however. She can't grant wishes as promising as what she
once could, mainly because all of her original wish magic has been corrupted, but
she can warp realities better. Before she would only minorly change the fabrics of
time to bring her wishes to life, now she could create false realities that simply
make a wisher believe their wishes came true. If something seems too complicated
for her to pull off, she simply agrees to the wish and uses her tendrils to erase
some of the wisher's memories afterwards.
Wishender rests contently in her palace now, snug against her pillar until some poor
soul wanders into her home looking for a favor. She still grants simple wishes,
occasionally, but she mostly uses her godhood as a means of deceiving individuals
and slowly rebuilding her power back up. She doesn't want to become the center of
the other god's attention though, so she hides herself under a false reality to prevent
them from sniffing her out. She only uncloaks herself when she perceives a visitor
as a nonthreatening individual. While she might not actively go out of her way to
cause harm, it's best to be careful around her.
She was created as a minor god, made to grant wishes and bring some spouts of
happiness to the population so that the more important gods could focus on the
major work. Despite having such a minor role, Wishender was quite happy with her
occupation. The only restrictions were that her magic could not grant any physical
changes- instead they would factor into an event yet to happen. Her magic,
although weak, could shift the future and change the course of a situation at a
wisher's request.
Sometimes the wishes wouldn't happen exactly as planned, but she definitely did
make them happen. Despite her abilities, people soon stopped relying on her and
her wishes as the unexpectedness would prove to be too surprising. Plus, the world
began to shift and change as well. As time went on, more gods appeared and these
new gods would be more entertaining to the population, allowing Wishender to
simply vanish to the background of the world. While she certainly wasn't forgotten,
as expressed later, she definitely was left behind. To the point where she decided
to retire to an old, forgotten palace that reminded her of the old world. There she
made her bed at the foot of a marble pillar, hibernating.
It was decades before she was awoken from her hibernation. Enough to where she
could barely recognize the world around her when she walked out- granted, her
palace and it's land had remained untouched. She was exceptionally larger in size
now, after letting her magic manifest for so long. A lone person had come to awaken
her, explaining that they had heard about her in old books and from rumors from
elders. They had come seeking a cure for their sick spouse. Wishender was warmed
by the gesture, of someone seeking her out. She made the wish with ease, wishing
them off well. In a week's time, their spouse's infection would have mysteriously
vanished overnight.
Other people came flocking to her palace after hearing more about her and she was
happy to oblige to all of the wishes. Albeit happy she was receiving attention again,
she was bored. The wishes were all of similar expectations and they were, well,
basic. There was nothing special about the wishes, nothing that truly interested her.
At the end of the day, she was sapping more magical energy from her wish-grantings
so she took them as they came for the fact that they imbued her with more power.
At the very least she would be strong.
It wasn't until someone came in with a more questionable, risky wish that she was
finally intrigued. It was a wish for vengeance. Something that she had never
experienced before. She thought over the wish for days, the person patiently
waiting for her response in the mean time. The day Wishender decided to take on
the wish, was the day her magic began it's corruption. From that hill she went down,
spiraling into a bundle of waiting parasitic energy.
She became corrupt and the beautiful, golden magical energy that had given her
the ability to grant simple wishes with ease and at the flick of the wrist vanished.
It was tainted and turned into dark, writhing tentacles that infested her body. She
nearly doubled in her size to accommodate for the tendrils, forcing her to coil
around her marble pillar instead of bask in front of it now. She wrapped around it
like a snake, waiting for a victim to come into view. The tentacles replaced her
innate ability to grant wishes and while she could technically manifest enough
energy to grant a wish, she instead learned how to simply manipulate her wisher's
minds.
The tentacles could leech information from any source just by a simple brush of
contact. They would allow Wishender to have access to all of the information she
could want to know about someone. She mainly would use the memories of her
victim's to mimic voices, however. She can't grant wishes as promising as what she
once could, mainly because all of her original wish magic has been corrupted, but
she can warp realities better. Before she would only minorly change the fabrics of
time to bring her wishes to life, now she could create false realities that simply
make a wisher believe their wishes came true. If something seems too complicated
for her to pull off, she simply agrees to the wish and uses her tendrils to erase
some of the wisher's memories afterwards.
Wishender rests contently in her palace now, snug against her pillar until some poor
soul wanders into her home looking for a favor. She still grants simple wishes,
occasionally, but she mostly uses her godhood as a means of deceiving individuals
and slowly rebuilding her power back up. She doesn't want to become the center of
the other god's attention though, so she hides herself under a false reality to prevent
them from sniffing her out. She only uncloaks herself when she perceives a visitor
as a nonthreatening individual. While she might not actively go out of her way to
cause harm, it's best to be careful around her.
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i cannot hand her over i am sorry