"So I can have any wish?" I raised my hand to my chin in thought holding the gold lamp billowing with smoke in the other.

"You can't wish for death, life or love but in contrast to all other possibilities it's practically infinite though of course more wishes are out of the question. The Genie crossed their purple smooth almost shimmery arms and gave a stern unwavering look, they'd probably been asked this 1000's of times and had gotten sick of repeating it.

"I wish for super natural Charisma." My eyes were wide with anticipation.

The Genie circles me in their smoke trail and stares deep into my soul the unfeeling weight of their gaze was deafening in it's silence. "That's a very dangerous ability, the last time I granted that you humans had your 2nd world war, had the instigator not been so Charismatic he would not have been the cause of so much death."

"Are you saying you won't grant it?" I couldn't hide my face of betrayal as it turned to a sneer.

"Of course not, but in all my centuries I find it beneficial to warn keepers of the lamp of the possible unintended harm they could cause. But if you're sure then take my vessel in hand and make your first wish." They gesture their deep purple hand to the lamp and cross their arms again giving their usual deadpan expression.

I hold the lamp in both hands and rub the lid, flecks of gold shimmer over the touched surface as I speak nervously. "I wish for Super Natural Charisma."

The Genie clicks their fingers and in an instant I'm consumed in a shimmery purplish pink smoke and find myself in exactly the same position feeling the same. "I don't... feel any different." I bring my hand to my head trying to feel any sign of change.

"Charisma is a state of mind you'll understand soon, now you have 2 wishes left." The genie once again crossed their arms patiently.

I feel my mind almost buzzing with a singular thought that hadn't occurred to me before, I put my hand down and speak to the genie staring directly up into its intense gaze "Only 2?"

They nodded. "Yes, as you may recall from the rules I stated a moment ago."

More new thoughts buzz to the surface of my mind and I couldn't help but feel it was right to say. "It's just the way you spoke of the rules, the last one feels out of place... Where exactly did these rules come from? Who sets them? Why must they be followed?" My expression is between fascination and thought.

"If you must know mortal the wish rules were set by previous wish makers who sacrificed their humanity just to prevent certain wishes and they became the only ones who could grant or wield the wish. The first was a boy in Bethlehem he wished no one could come back from the dead, created a religion on his mothers word as a virgin and started a religion in faith of his miracles, so now I cannot bring back the dead. Another wished for no one to wish for love so he'd be the soul decider of who may love another with his bow and arrow. As for wishing for death that was asked by what you may refer to as mother nature she wished for no death by my wishes so she became a force of a natural order, by granting life she also dooms that creature to die." The genie seemed quite into telling this tale, must not be every decade it gets to tell the story of why the rules are the way they are.

"And what of the no more wishes rule?" I watch intently.

"That is not a rule imposed by any mortal nor myself, it is but a limitation set by my creator. It knew if humans had too much it would destroy the very world they call home" the genie stared up into the clouds longfully.

Again my mind started buzzing with what it felt like was a perfect thought. "I wish to meet your creator,"