Chapter Two: Wishful Thinking

As the sound of the human's breathing became steady and he fell asleep, Illuyana's eyes snapped open violently.

What did I do? What did he wish for? What happened?

She felt her magic altering herself deeply, and yet she couldn't quite grasp exactly what changed. It felt like something deep and fundamental within her was forcibly shifted and removed and changed, and yet now with it altered like this, she didn't quite know what it was.

His wish directly affected her and yet she didn't even hesitate!

Stupid, stupid, stupid! What is wrong with me?

The question was far more than a hypothetical, the small ahamkara tried to grasp at that thought once again. She didn't feel any different, and yet she knew something was terribly wrong with her at the moment. Her instincts were screaming at her that she was different now and yet she couldn't figure out what it was.

Softly moving so not to disturb the human, she moved herself to more clearly get a look at his face. Before, she only really cared about his emotions and mind, but now, she finally bothered to look at him. He had dark brown hair, and soft features. No scarring or bruises, showing that even in his own troubles, he escaped unscathed.

Images of executions flashed before her, the young boy being comforted by his mother, the light bearer's powers as seen from a child… the attack.

Her magics did more to her than she realized, when the boy's life flashed before her eyes. This child was soft, weak, and scared. Forced from the only safety he knew, he was thrown alone into the world in much the same way she was.

The key difference between them is that while she really didn't have any attachment to her old 'family' if it could even be called that, he knew what love and happiness felt like, even if it was only a fleeting thing.

And she felt it too. She wanted that too, finding that it was something she didn't fully understand until right now.

At that moment, she knew what he did. She knew he only wanted someone who would understand, and would care for him in the same way that he cared for them. A sort of mutual symbiotic deal of a sort, one her little draconic mind wouldn't have been able to comprehend without a bit of an adjustment. He wanted a companion, one which came without any parasitic or negative consequences on either side… but it was more than that.

Happiness. Kindness. Selflessness. Companionship. All of these thoughts were something she didn't previously understand.

But she did now.

Was she angry about it? Definitely. Was she going to be far more careful about making sure no other wishes directly affected her? Absolutely.

Did she regret opening herself to something new? Learning about something the couldn't possibly understand previously? Something a bit more… symbiotic?

Her goal was to survive and grow strong, perhaps this human's wish and her own mistake could help her grow stronger than she ever could alone?

Seeing the human's face scrunch up in his sleep, having a nightmare if she had to guess, she felt a bit sorry for the human boy. He was soft, weak, and terrified. The powers of the world around him were brutal, vicious, and terrifying…

But there are very few things that I could not grant him. Fear can be assuaged, and I can overcome any weakness he might have. Together, we could be unstoppable!

She blinked.

Am I really the same person I was mere moments ago? I would never have cared about a human's life like this…

Unable to properly make a decision, she curled back up on his side, at the very least happy for the warmth that he provided. She knew she now cared for the human, and that she would have gladly tossed him aside when his usefulness ended before, but for right now she couldn't decide if this was a good change or a bad one.

I suppose only time will tell…

—

The sound of a deep grumble woke the boy from his slumber, like a great beast muffled under a mountain of pillows. Opening his eyes but not daring to move a muscle, he scanned his surroundings as best he could, only to see the morning sun's rays cutting into his little cave. Unable to locate where the growl came from, he grabbed hold of his mom's… his revolver and readied himself for anything.

Only to realize it was his stomach.

Groaning, the boy attempted to get to his feet only to realize there was a soft weight on his chest.

Glancing down, he saw the small red forest lizard from last night staring at him on his fur coat, cocking its head to the side in obvious confusion as to why its nest had been disturbed. Honestly, he thought the magical talking lizard had been a hallucination, so this development was a bit of a surprise.

Lying his head back down, he stared blankly up at the rocky roof of the small cave. Groaning, his situation fully hit him again.

I need food.

Unwilling to move to solve the problem as of yet, Brynden took in a deep breath before groaning. He was alive, and that meant he needed to survive now, in the woods with only a revolver and the furs on his back.

Food was the most pressing priority, but that would mean he needed to hunt. That was an issue, as he certainly didn't know how. Sure, he had a gun, but his ammo was limited. If he missed his opportunity, he would only deplete his only resource to defend himself: his ammo.

I could go back to the camp… Surely the aliens are gone by now, and there is probably something left there…

The plan was better than nothing, and sitting here wasn't doing him any good.

"Human, are you okay?"

Giving his friend a smile, he cupped his arms under her to prevent her from falling as he sat up.

"Better now, I have a plan. ."

Adjusting herself as gravity shifted ninety degrees with his movements, she tilted her head as the deep blue slit eyes looked up to him curiously.

"A plan? Plan for what?"

Gently setting the lizard back onto the ground, he stood up and stretched.

"Well I don't know about you forest lizards-"

"Ahamkara."

Blinking, he scrunched his face up in confusion.

"A-ham what now?"

Looking up to him in defiance from the ground, the lizard snorted a small puff of smoke in his direction.

"Ahamkara. That's what I'm called. Not 'forest lizard.'"

Feeling properly rebuked, the boy looked apologetic as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry." Deciding to return to his point, he picked up where he left off. "Anyway, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, and I don't know how to hunt. I think my best bet is to return to my old home and try to scavenge whatever might be left."

Glancing out into the snowy landscape in front of him, he wasn't exactly happy about a hike in the woods back to his old camp, but it was the only option he had.

Feeling some small claws grip his pant leg, he glanced down to see the little ahamkara climbing up his body.

"Hey-ow! What are you, ouch!"

Finally reaching his shoulder, she sat proudly atop his furs, staring vigilantly ahead into the wilderness. Taking a moment to remember what she said her name was, the boy continued to stare at the red dragon upon his shoulder.

"Lead the way!"

Blinking, he realized that his strange companion wanted to come with him. The feeling warmed his heart a bit, and he couldn't help but smile. Sadly, that smile went away at the thought of the fallen ripping into her with their talons and energy spears.

Or even worse, the warlord takes her away…

"Illuyana?"

Her small head whipping over to stare at him from only inches away from his face, tail swishing on his back, the boy couldn't help but smile.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to come with me? It could be dangerous…"

The little dragon didn't miss a beat, snorting a bit of strange-smelling smoke in his face in response.

"Exactly, you might need me." Scrunching her face, she seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. "Isn't that what… friends are for?"

His eyes widening, Brynden was honestly surprised that she was taking his little wish so seriously. It took him only a second before he felt a new purpose building in his chest. He had friends before, but life in the camp of the warlord was cutthroat. He knew for a fact that any sense of danger would have his old 'friends' stabbing him in the back if it meant their own survival.

Smiling brightly to his new friend, he felt happy that someone he just met would be a far better friend than anyone else he knew.

"Just don't say I didn't warn you." Reaching up, he pulled back the hood of his furs, allowing her to sit in the makeshift seat it made, rather than clawing into his shoulders. "Stay out of sight… I don't know what might still be there."

Gripping his revolver tightly as she shuffled into his hood, the boy felt more determined than he ever had in his life. It wasn't just him here anymore, and he couldn't be scared. His new friend was now depending on him, and he couldn't let her down.

Stepping out into the woods, he began his trek back to his old home… He could only hope that there was no one left…

—

Illuyana sat nestled in the furs of the human she was now hitching a ride from. Their walk in the woods was, thankfully, devoid of any conflicts as they continued step by step.

The two of them had a strange sort of bond now, undoubtedly a side effect of her unintended magic intervention. Though she didn't think the human could feel any extent of their bond now, she certainly could. During their time walking, she had plenty of time to try and explore the extent of her spell.

She was now immensely aware of the human's emotions. Desires and pains were prevalent, but so was his determination to keep her safe. His hunger was also present, as he was starving. Yet what surprised her most was his internal strength to keep walking despite his emotional instability due to the trauma of losing his mother only yesterday and the sheer exhaustion that came from their admittedly long journey.

He is stronger than I first assumed. His weakness is a bodily one, not a mental one… despite first impressions.

Happy that the one she accidentally bound herself to was not a craven coward, despite his youth and inexperience, she took in a deep breath and smelled the morning forest air.

Perhaps this won't be so bad after all…

Step by step, the two continued on through the woods in silence. She was honestly glad she was able to hitch a ride in the human's garb, as the few inches of powdered snow on the ground would be a nightmare for her to navigate without her freezing to death.

After a while during their trip, she noticed that the human was raising and lowering his little weapon at everything that seemed to resemble a person. At first she assumed it was his scared reactions to trees that look about as wide as a human torso, or a particularly straight rock, but when the human started making really ridiculous 'pow' and 'bang' noises, she finally realized what he was doing.

He's trying to practice with it.

She almost laughed at that, finding the somewhat playful behavior with the weapon silly.

"Why don't you fire the gun?" She said, clearly amused at the actions. "Surely you can improve a bit better with your aim by actually firing it."

After another 'ka-pow' from the human, clearly defeating the poor stump he was aiming at, he answered.

"I only have seven shots… I can't waste them since I don't know where to find ammo."

Staring daggers into the back of the human's head, she gave the most deadpan response she could.

"Oh if only there was a way to acquire more…"

The human sighed even as she sensed his emotions of despair and acceptance. Not conducive to wishing for things.

Need to fix that.

"Yeah, but for now it's all I have. Need to make due." He said, raising up and imagine-killing a rock with a soft 'boom'.

Shifting, she decided to mess with the human a bit.

"Hey look over there!" She said, pointing with a talon over his shoulder in a random direction. "It's ammunition!"

The human looked over, clearly following the talon and readying himself for something before she finished her announcement. He relaxed once he realized there wasn't a threat… or really anything at all.

"Don't do that again please. I thought something was attacking us."

Purposefully ignoring his agitation, she glanced at him from the corner of her slit eyes with a plan in mind. Smiling devilishly from his shoulder, she put her manipulative instincts to work.

Manipulation is good if it helps him, right?

"But wouldn't it be wonderful if there was ammunition there?"

Finally feeling a bit of desire in the back of his mind, she continued to prod at it to get him to wish it into existence.

"I mean, imagine it! Finding the exact bullets you need for your weapon sitting in the woods for you to miraculously find! Wouldn't that be something you want?"

The human snorted before stepping over a fallen tree.

"Pfah, I wish."

Yes! Success!

Even as she wriggled in delight and granted the wish, the human kept walking, completely unaware as the mythical creature made exactly that happen.

"But the world doesn't work like that. Mom always said wishful thinking like that just leaves… you…"

Sitting atop a flat stone in front of the human's path was a small box labeled '.44 Caliber'.

"… Disappointed?"

Smiling devilishly even as she felt her magics take hold and strengthen her a small bit, she felt his disbelief and wonder cross their small bond. It seems he wouldn't doubt her anymore, and that alone meant that he should wish for more things.

As he got his desires, she would grow strong with him… At least until she grew just strong enough to scare him.

Her mother always warned that the other races would always be terrified of something that was stronger than them. That despite the gifts she can offer, in the end, they would always come to end her life.

This friendship was an amazing opportunity. Given enough time together, the two would be unstoppable. The only thing that could bring it to an end…

Watching the human walk over to the ammunition, laughing like an idiot in the woods as he pocketed the bullets, the little ahamkara tried to distance herself mentally from her own magical barrier. It was only a matter of time until he became scared of what she could do. Of how strong she would become.

Wanting to keep his mind at rest for as long as possible, she spoke up with a happiness she didn't quite have.

"With me by your side, you will never know disappointment again, oh friend mine."

—

The disbelief and absolute wonder the boy felt as he fired another shot very inaccurately into another tree was new to him. So new in fact, that for the last thirty minutes of their walk had him asking question after question of his little lizard companion.

All of those questions paled in comparison to the fact that he just realized the whole wish-dragon thing was real.

"So where did the ammo come from?"

Snorting, the little dragon answered from behind him.

"Your wish."

Shaking his head, he raised his revolver and took aim at yet another tree. Closing one of his eyes, he tried his best to line up the shot with the red sights.

"But like, where? Did you pull it from some ammo bunker somewhere, or did it just poof into existence."

Feeling the brush of two talons on the back of his neck, he scrunched his head back as he tried to stop himself from giggling. He was ticklish after all, and that definitely was the only reason his shot completely missed the tree.

"Perhaps it did, perhaps it didn't. Us magic dragons must keep some secrets you know."

Shaking his head, he continued to make his way in the general direction of his old home.

"So, as long as someone desires something and says it, you can make it happen?"

Feeling the little lizard- ahamkara, shift in his hoodie as the two talked, the boy fired another round into... not what he was aiming at.

"You don't need to even say it. A strong enough desire in your mind that you focus on is enough for me to work with."

Blinking, the boy stepped under a particularly low branch, being careful not to dump his passenger onto the snowy ground.

"But doesn't that mean you can read minds?" He thought aloud, putting a hand to his chin. "What am I thinking about right now?"

A quick moment of silence came and went before she answered, "You are thinking of food, and how hungry you are."

Laughing, he took a few steps around a particularly large hole.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"I didn't need to read your mind, your stomach was loud enough."

The two laughed at that, sharing a moment of mirth between them. One that seemed to be increasingly more common.

Stopping in his tracks, he quickly realized something.

"Wait, why are we even going to the camp?"

Reaching back, he pushed the hood of his jacket to where he could see Illuyana who was lazily lying on her back in the fur studying a talon.

"I wish for some food."

Watching as her eyes grew wide, she smiled a very toothy smile before closing her eyes. A moment of silence came and went before the smell hit his nose.

Turning around, he spotted yet another miracle on a small stump that he was sure wasn't there before. A plate full of freshly baked bread, fresh berries, salted meats, and a glass of water met his eyes. Against his will his stomach grumbled yet again, as if demanding its needs be met.

Oh wow! That smells delicious!

As he dug in, finally eating something more than just brothy soup for the first time since yesterday, he heard as the ahamkara spoke up from behind him with joy in her little voice.

"You know Brynden, I feel like we will get along great!

Brynden fell into a deep thought even as he chewed through the best cooked bread he had ever eaten.

"What do you get out of all this?"

Feeling the little dragon make her way up his shoulder, he looked over to see her eyes firmly on the salted meat. Tearing off a piece, he handed it to her only to smile as her little dexterous talons gripped it.

"Well, I get food for one." She said as she popped the food into her own mouth.

Snorting, the two ate together for a moment before he decided to ask again.

"I meant the wishes. Do you get anything from them? Can you even wish for things yourself?" Fixing her with a soft look, he smiled. "Or should I start wishing for tiny soft beds and little jackets with wing holes?"

Swallowing the small bit of meat, Illuyana fixed him with a deadpan look.

"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?"

A few red flags now going off in the boy's head, he gives her an equally unamused look.

"I feel like you are avoiding this one… There isn't a catch to these wishes, is there?"

Her eyes narrowing on his shoulder, she replied with a quick, "And what if there is? What if you don't like the answer? Will you throw me into the snow and leave me here to die?"

A bit taken aback at the tone, he realized that she was in a far more vulnerable position then he first realized.

"No, no! Of course not. I just want to know if this bread," he said, lifting the loaf for emphasis, "Will give me some kind of magical disease, or I am not selling my soul for ammo… stuff like that."

The two sat there staring at each other for a moment, the dragon looking deeply into his eyes as if searching for something. Eventually the silence was broken by Illuyana when she shifted her weight.

"Each wish I grant makes me stronger."

They make her… stronger? Why was she hesitant to talk about that?

"But that's good, isn't it?"

Watching as her eyes widened, she cocked her head to the side in clear visible confusion.

"W-you aren't scared I might grow too strong? Too powerful?"

Smiling, he patted the little lizard on his shoulder in fond amusement.

"Why would I not want that? You are so small right now, I'm honestly scared you might die if I drop you! I hope you grow to be as strong as you can be."

Shuffling on his shoulder, she mumbled out something, honestly showing more weakness in that moment than he's ever seen from the little dragon.

"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I might become stronger than you?"

Happily turning to eat his magical bread, he sunk his teeth in even as the crunch of the crust rang through the cold forest wilderness. The small action, unbeknownst to him, showed the little dragon that he did in fact trust her, at least enough to eat the food he was concerned about only a moment ago. Swallowing a mouthful, he idly began to muse to the two of them.

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I wanted you to stay small and helpless, now would I? No, I hope one day you grow so strong, that nothing could ever hurt you! Not the fallen, not the warlords, and definitely not the cold!"

The boy continued, completely unaware of the earth-shattering disbelief in his companions eyes.

"Maybe then we can make a difference and actually help people?" He said, remembering the rumors of a city safe from all the death and suffering. He hoped to see it someday, but he didn't exactly know where it was.

I need to survive out here first… Though that bit just got a lot easier.

"Until then, I guess I'll keep you safe." He said, holding up his revolver for emphasis. "After all, friends stick together right? If someone wants to hurt you, they will need to get through me first."

Breaking out of the stunned silence that she was in, the young ahamkara idly pointed out one small issue with that idea.

"Sadly, your aim is something to be desired. From what I've seen, you are terrible with that thing, oh protector mine." She said, a large bit of sarcasm flowing through her words.

Glancing over to the gun, wanting more than anything to say she was wrong, but his bullets definitely did not go where he wanted them to.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't think I could hit another fallen again even if I tried… I really stink with this thing…"

Giving the dragon on his shoulder a sly look out of the corner of his eye, he saw as she perked up. Judging by her earlier responses, he could only assume he was sensing his own desires.

"I wish I didn't."

—

Illuyana had a lot to think about.

Swaying gently as the human continued his walk, now stronger due to the meal in his belly and the determination in his eyes, the little ahamkara was stuck wondering what the hell prompted her to reveal her secret so early?!

She did it with little to no hesitation at all! She just met this boy, and yet here she was revealing the whole game with barely any pressure at all! She could have lied, she could have deflected, she could have manipulated!

Anything at all would have worked! Why did I trust him so readily?

It wasn't even just the conversation the two had. The round of relatively innocent and small wishes the boy made were easy opportunities to use his own wishes to her own goals. His vague and ill defined desires could be bent and shaped to best suit her

Thinking back to the conversation, she tried to think of her mindset. At the start, his questions were innocent, simple things that cost her nothing to reveal. How old was she, how did she snort smoke at him and the like. During their talk, she got a bit more of a feel for the human, and let her guard down only long enough for him to ask the one question that could get her killed!

Gritting her teeth as she stared at the back of the boy's head, she wanted to defend herself from any threat, but… but…

The bond… It made me! She thought to herself, but the anger died down almost immediately. The stupid bond she put there showed her his heart. It didn't force her to do anything. All it did was show her who the child was. She sensed his honesty, his innocence, his kindness…

The decision to tell him was still mine alone… All the bond did was assure me of his sincerity.

Not able to prevent herself from feeling like a fool for it still, she knew she needed to prevent others from finding out about her. As of now, she didn't see Brynden being a threat to her safety, but if others found out, she was surely dead.

He trusts me. Maybe if I just ask him to keep me a secret, he will?

"Brynden?"

Hearing a grunt of acknowledgement, she continued her thought.

"Don't tell anyone else about me, okay?"

He stopped in his tracks, seemingly contemplating something. She couldn't exactly get a bead on what he was thinking, as none of his emotions revolved around desire or wishful thinking.

The two sat there for a while, unmoving in the silent forest before his answer came.

"Yeah… That's probably a good idea. Knowing everyone I've ever met; they would kill to get the chance for unlimited wishes… or kill you to stop someone else from having them."

Tilting her head, she asked the obvious question.

"Are you okay?"

Beginning their walk again, the only words he gave for her to think on were, "Life under a warlord is hard."

Continuing his journey, she realized that even with that said, he was still returning back to it.

"If that's the case, why are you going back? We have all we need to survive now."

His voice was more stoic than before, emphasizing the importance of what he said next.

"I need to bury my mom."

—

Peeking his head out of the bushes, he studied the landscape in front of him.

His old home was now completely destroyed, smoke and fires still burning strong, rising up from the remains of whatever poor souls and their belongings got caught in the crossfire. Looking around the clearing fully, he noticed there was seemingly no one left. All around his old home was a smoldering ruin. The smell of burned cloth and death surrounded the area, a horrid feeling settling over the boy as he clutched his pistol. The wind was gone now, the leaves not daring to make so much as a rustle as the smoke rose high into the skies.

And in front of him, right in front of him, was his dead mother.

Triple checking to make sure the coast was clear; the boy stumbled out of the foliage and got a closer look.

Her eyes were still open, staring blankly into the forest with her arm outstretched. She was as he left her less than a day ago, and yet now with no chaos to flee from and no adrenaline filling his veins, he found his sorrow.

His tears returning in full force, the boy sobbed. His family was gone, killed by either the warlords or the fallen. His life was now completely destroyed, and while he did have a bit of hope with his new companion, it didn't make it hurt any less.

"Brynden…" Illuyana said sadly, perched on his shoulder as he sobbed into his knees. Unable to find any more words, she just remained quiet as the boy continued to cry. Wiping a tear from his eye, he looked back up to his mother. Even as his vision became blurry again, he realized there was nothing he could do.

"I… I need to..."

Standing, the boy began to halfheartedly trudge his way back into the camp.

… If it could still even be called that…

While it was his initial plan to grab a shovel from the supply tent, upon reaching it, he quickly realized that wasn't possible.

Standing in front of the former supply tent was an impossibly wide field of alien bodies. Smoking and smoldering, the burned corpses of the aliens were splayed around haphazardly, some blown to bits, some charred beyond recognition, and some spots where the only thing left was a charred pile of ash.

And sitting in the middle of the absolute warzone was the dead remains of the warlord, a fragment of his little floating device in one hand, and a small one handed hammer in the other.

Walking over, Brynden stared down at the dead body of the man he once considered a god. His helmet was still on, but the lightbearer was clearly dead. This man caused so much pain and suffering, and for what? All of that just to end up dead in the middle of a ditch surrounded by aliens.

He was supposed to protect us, but he couldn't even protect himself!

Idly thinking to himself that he's never even seen the warlord's face before, he decided at that moment to get a glimpse of the man who killed his father. With a bit of trepidation, the boy reached up and tore his helmet from his head.

Staring down at the warlord's face, Brynden was utterly disappointed. The dirty blonde hair and pencil thin mustache, with thin features and cloudy grey eyes really did not give off the feeling of utter evil that the man portrayed while he was alive. He looked young, almost too young, but that didn't really make much sense as he had been the leader of this camp for more than a generation…

Snorting, knowing this was his only chance to pull one over on the former warlord, Brynden took his hammer and strapped it to his furs.

"I'll need this more than you do now… Hope you enjoy hell, you bastard."

Looking back up to the still-burning remains of the supply tent, he knew that there was no way anything of use would still be in there. Sighing, he began to scan the rest of his surroundings for anything useful. Scavenging what he could, he ended up going tent by tent, stepping over the decaying remains of another poor soul, he found that the body had a backpack.

Knowing he would need to take everything available to him, he regrettably took the pack from the body before leaving with only a softly spoken, "Sorry."

Eventually, after going tent by tent through his old camp, he didn't come up with anything that might help him with his task. Trudging back toward the tree line, he only had one thought.

I will dig her grave by hand if I must.

The moment her unmoving form came into view, the steps became harder and harder, like walking through sludge. He knew he couldn't give her a proper burial, an unmarked grave that would be lost to time all he could do.

She deserved more than this. That damn warlord couldn't do anything! If only things were different! If only the lightbearers did their job, she wouldn't need to be buried in the first place! She's dead because of them, and those damned aliens!

Anger overtaking sadness, he pulled out the ornately carved hammer he strapped to his furs. He thought of the warlord, and all of his strength. He thought of all of those that died in the attacks, everyone from his friends to the workers that he passed every day. He thought of the attacks from rival clans, the light-bearing gods clashing in fire and electricity. He thought of the aliens, and how they defeated them.

Feeling something poking into his shoulder, he looked over to see a concerned-looking Illuyana staring back, her slitted blue eyes conveying more worry and kindness than he expected.

I said I would protect her right?

She was all he had left now. His strange magical friend, and he would die before he lost someone else he cared about. Clenching his fist around the hammer as determination filled him completely, he stood up with his head held high and his resolve unshakable before he made a declaration that would change the destiny of the solar system forever.

"I wish I was stronger than the warlords."

-Author's Note-

Alright, so, the first question I have for you readers is- do you want me to add whose point of view the next scene is in the line breaks? The only two characters that will be getting a POV in this are Bryn and Illuyana, so it will always be one or the other, but so you want me to specify? I can always go back and change it, but I felt it was a bit jarring to be like "ITS HER NOW, NOW IT'S HIM" so I left them as simple line breaks. Especially since their little accidental bond will only grow from here.

I dunno. Let me know in the reviews or PMs

For anyone who cares, the gun he has is a Dire Promise. I will, obviously, ignore perks and barrels and what not most of the time, as from a story standpoint they are completely irrelevant. If it has explosive payload, the rounds will explode and armor piercing will obviously pierce armor, but don't expect me to be like- "this is a hand cannon with flared magwell, true sight HCS, shoot to loot and rampage." From a story standpoint, that crap is worthless to me.

To quote the great Shaxx about Revoker, "It's a gun, Saint, it shoots bullets."

Alright so, let's do a quick overview of the Ahamkara as a whole shall we? The wish-dragons of destiny seem to want to grant wishes, as it grants them power. From this power they seek to "ascend" for lack of a better term to an older or younger universe, breaking out of the world of destiny and making it to somewhere else.

Normally this is used to benefit the dragon at the cost of the "wisher" not caring or not understanding that their desires being granted end up benefiting this immensely powerful being they are talking to, making them stronger and stronger. From this, I can extrapolate that by granting more wishes, she would gain more power. That doesn't mean Illuyana's isn't strong now, but she couldn't make the dreaming city like a certain other Ahamkara did.

Not yet at least, oh reader mine.

Taking all of that information into account, this story is fun as hell to write. I hope you all enjoy the story.

Hue hue hue. Look out destiny universe, there's a new powerhouse on the block.

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I'll get around to them when Fanfic decides not to crap the bed and actually work. :D