Smoke-Bound Wishes

Summary

I'm a forgotten shrine god, chained to decaying wood and stone. Forced to grant wishes for offerings, my power shackled by mortal desires.

For ten days, Rhys came. Ten days of identical prayers for wealth and power through sacred incense. Needing one final wish cycle to ascend, I manifested before him with his ten incense sticks.

"Ten wishes," I whispered like wind through dead leaves, "but if my shrine falls, I vanish."

He snapped the first stick instantly: "Make me a Lord." I wove fate from my essence, hollowing myself to fulfill it.