“Are you the Wish Master?”

The man in front of Yashri was in the finest silks and covered in the most expensive jewels.  “Yes,” he answered.

“Good, then you will fulfill my wishes,” the jeweled man said.

“I am sorry sir, but there are proper procedures and protocols to go through.”

The jeweled man’s face turned red.  “No!  You will grant my wish now!  Look over there.”  He pointed to a haze on the horizon.  “I have 10,000 soldiers.  If you do not grant my wish, I will send them in to kill all in this village.”

Yashri frowned.  “What is your wish?”

“To conquer the world.”

“Go back to your army.  Your wish will be granted in time.”

The next day the jeweled man came back.  Yashri could tell that he was furious.

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