We were still plummeting to the surface when every speaker inside Dauntless began to buzz with static. 'Welcome to Apiroth; what are your three wishes?'
'Come again?' Cali asked with a puzzled expression.
'Your three wishes.'
'We don't understand.'
'Then you're newcomers in every sense of the word. Apiroth's laws dictate that I grant each of you three wishes to use in your upcoming war, so choose with wisdom because there are no do-overs.'
'But, we're not here to fight,' I glanced around at my friends. 'We only came to Apiroth to rescue the Uebra.'
'Ah, but the one called Zephyr chose to fight.'
'Fight who?' Asher asked next.
'The Elves, of course. The same traders that brought her and several of her people here.'
'Then, I guess we choose to fight-'
'Wait,' Butland said, covering my mouth. 'You're a Genie, aren't you?'
'Yes, I am, Ingaran.'