Mogget

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Okay, okay, okay, sheesh." Dij whispered as he held up both hands as Herm warned him. He leaned down and patted the dragons head again, "okay, sorry kid, but you might cause a lotta harm." He slowly shuffled his feet so that the dragon wouldn't be too disturbed as he left. He then followed Herms.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

You only know how to do the fortnite dance.

I wish I could get a pet dragon.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

You can only bend pebbles.

I wish I could never sleep.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Dij let a smile out and patted the dragon on his forehead. Perhaps this wasn't so bad now. He walked to where Prism wanted him to go and he would wait there.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Dij mumbles and moans like a wounded animal. Don't leave me, he mouths back to Prisom, pure despair on his features. He then rubs the dragon's forehead.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Oh." He squeaked like the tiniest and most mortally afraid mouse in existence. "Hello there." He gasped.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Dij could only muster a pitiful squeak as he heard a scrabble deep inside the darkness.