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Jinn: A short summary of how I became a genie if you had not heard the story already is I was among a team of researchers that discovered a large tear-shaped dragon next to a dragon that had passed away. I took a chip from it in order to study it, the more I tinkered with it, the more obsessed I sort of became with it. And then one day I has a very vivid dream, similar to the one Celestia had that prophesied Twilight where I guess the dragon that had laid the tear spoke to me, telling me the very instructions necessary that unbeknownst to me was to genify myself. (When I met the dragon again up in the soul shield after I passed after becoming mortal again so, so, so, <span class="caps">SOOOOO</span> many years later, he said not even he expected wish-granting genies to be the result!)

The voice told me to place the dragon’s tear in some kind of small container, say a chant in my native language, and then close it with a stopper. The voice said that it detected my desire to know the power of the tear that I had, and told me if I followed the instructions… I would find out.

Once the dream was over I set on writing down the instructions so i wouldn’t forget. Once it came time, I grabbed a ceramic bottle I normally used for flowers, and while I had no real stopper, I found a rock that could perfectly fit to serve as one. I would transform that rock into a more proper looking topper sometime later in my first days as a genie. Then I said my chant “اريد ان اكون معك” which means “I want to be one with you” in native Saddle Arabian.

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After I said my chant, the bottle glowed for a little while before it went back to normal. I went to then open it, unknowingly starting the process officially. I was shocked to see the tear was no longer there and I feared I had done something wrong. I turned away in frustration, the large tear was likely still there so I was thinking I could just get another but it was a pretty long trek from where we found it and my home in Saddle Arabia.

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But then suddenly I felt an odd sensation coming from my pony tail where it started wiggling on it’s own. Absolutely the weirdest thing I had ever seen up to that point. Then it started stretching and getting skinnier as it reached closer to it’s destination: the ceramic bottle’s spout.

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I had basically became chained to the bottle and realized I was being pulled slowly closer to it. I tried to pull my tail out, but it was a game of tug-o-war that I just could not win. I suddenly lost all ability to try to pull when I got inexplicably lifted up into the air, my tail strangely detached from my body to go in the bottle on it’s own but I was still being pulled closer to the bottle as that’s when my hind-legs followed by everything from the waist down got stretched and flowed gently towards the bottle’s spout just like my tail did. That’s when I started to scream, though I lived in a pretty remote location. And Saddle Arabia was far less populated way back then compared to now, so it wasn’t likely anypony was to come in and try to save me.

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I continued to panic for a little while longer, but as my body from the waist up started to stretch I went to make myself calm down with some breathing exercises. Once I had calmed myself down, I could get a sense of what the bottle was doing… now that I was less scared, it felt… oddly very pleasant as I was being slowly funneled in. To the point where once I stopped panicking, I actually felt… content with what was happening… like… whatever the bottle was doing was fate.

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I put my hooves on the sides of my body allowing them to start stretching in faster, and at that same moment I recalled the very thing that started this whole process: The chant I had said in which I said “I want to become one with you” I realized that the dragon’s tear… or rather the magic infused into the bottle after I had said my chant… was absorbing my body. I was becoming one with the tear, I still had no idea what that would entail. But I nonetheless became excited with the prospect.

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With that realization, I had gone through a whole wave of emotions from panic calming down to nervousness, to a more neutral state that got me back to thinking, followed by a sense of being content and/or acceptance, and as my neck and the lower part of my mane was funneled in… I was… _happy_… with an odd sort of feeling that I had perhaps… found my true destiny…

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As my head was being funneled in as I was looking up the sky, I was even sort of giggling while feeling the final sensations of my entire body being pulled in and the last thing I saw before I was released for the first time, was the rock that I had used as a stopper slowly floating on it’s own above me and was getting ever closer to my face, I watched it with a smile as it closed in on me as I was fully bottled. Which started a blissful, subconscious sleep until a friend of mine released me more then 3 days later.

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The rest you can say… is history. I soon discovered the ability to grant wishes from others, and from there I became a central part of Saddle Arabian culture that has since came back in full swing even if some large pratfalls happened to the point that now only Twilight is the only real genie left in our universe. Though don’t feel too bad for all of us former genies, we technically are genies again up in the Soul Shield! Only that we don’t grant wishes to the living anymore, we’re the Planet’s genies now. And even those who were never genies join in on the fun as well!