The Magic Within (Needs Many More....semi lit --- lit)

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna said in a simple, regretful tone. "Natural causes" A heart attack in his sleep. He had no idea of proper eating habits. She looked over at him, narrowing her emerald eyes slightly. "Depends on the wish, master" She added on, dragging 'master' out slightly. She had conjured a file to her hand and begun to buff the tips of her nails, then tossing it up to nothing, gone. She blew on her nails. Playing with the colors then settling on a dark blue that matched her skirt. She was curious what he meant, but in the same sense didn't want to know. She kept her smile, as she conjured a thin glass of champagne for herself and took a small sip. Holding in her hand, as she looked at the ceiling.

[Imperator Gnome]

"I know that I cannot wish people dead or alive like I said earlier, and you have told me the limit on wishing a genie to be human. But are there any other limits? Like can I wish a man to be somewhere else? Can I do that to anyone or can it only be done to someone who is willing to be moved? Am I allowed to wish other living things that aren't human, or that weren't even alive before into existence?" He asked before pausing to ponder the question. After a few moments he thought of another thing he might wish for.

"Like right now, if I were to wish for an army to match all those on the earth could I have it? An army of darkness or an army of skeletons? Would it be an army of mythological creatures? Or perhaps an army of angry shades?" he stopped to let her answer, his back still to her and the other genie.

"What if I were to ask to see someone who was dead. Just to see their face?" he asked, his shoulders slumping a little.

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna listened to his little rant and said. "you may wish for things, if the genie has seen a picture. As for moving people, again they would have to see the person and the place they are going." She sighed taking a breath. "As for mythical creatures and such, they need to be seen. Through picture or real life. Though realf life produces better results." She said as if she was reading a manual. She glanced her deviant emerald eyes to him.

[Imperator Gnome]

He scratched his bearded chin as he looked back at the genie, and frowned at her explanation. "Could you look into my mind and see an image inside? Afterwards could you use that image for a wish? Also, could a man wish to recieve a superhuman gift?" he asked as he began to pace. He wanted to know exactly what he could do and when, because his plans for the future would ride heavily upon the genie's abilities.

Heck, his future could be in riding genies. He really didn't know what the future would hold.

He cut across his palm with his knife, and held it up to the genie. "Heal my hand, and while you do so tell me this. Can a genie's wish be used to destroy?"

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna adjusted to lounge on her side, to look at him. "I do not intrude in minds anymore. Too many dirty secrets" She confessed casually. She hated hearing how guys banged this other girl within ten minutes of their meet, disgusting. She watched him cut his hand. She simply took a breath in, her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes and exhaled the wound closed up quickly. "It depends master. If intended to kill something or someone then no" She didn't answer his supernatural one, because she was sick of that wish in particular.

[Imperator Gnome]

"I wish for you to answer all my questions with the whole truth. Do not leave anything out," he said quickly, before licking his lips and looking down at his palm. There it was whole once more, and even better was the fact that he had remembered to use the knife which wasn't poisoned. He put the knife away, wiped away the small amount of blood left on his palm, and looked up at her once more. "I also wish for you to answer the question which you forgot to last time."

"What if I were to let you intrude on my mind, but only a portion of it. What if I were to ask you to? And when I say destructions I mean buildings, or parts of buildings," he said quickly to clarify.

The other genie was probably easier to work with.

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna narrowed her emerald eyes to him. "Supernatural powers, make you more vunerable. Because your body moves to help the power. you will be more prone to illness and regular wounds." She said answering his question. She then finished the others. "I don't intrude in minds, no one's." She clarified. She wasn't going to be made to do that. "destructions of buildings are fine, as long as they aren't intended to kill anyone." She said then snapped her fingers, the chair and her disappearing. She appeared on the other side of the room, playing with her lamp. Looking at the artwork on it.

[Imperator Gnome]

"You are helping me know the limits then, I thank you. Because of you I shall never ask you to intrude upon my mind or the mind of anyone whose mind I might wish to know. I now also know that I superhuman powers are worthless to me, for it does no good to have control of the elements if one can be killed by a simple case of the flux," he said, before watching her play with her lamp.

He began to wonder if she wanted to go back inside of her home, and then he began to wonder if he would let her. He knew that he would need at least one of the genies when his brother was brought before him...

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna looked at her lamp then set it down. It must've changed with each genie. Because the one she found was silver with dark red decor on it. Though hers was gold with dark blue. She fixed the gold jewelery that hung around her stomach, they had gotten tangled. She fixed them then looked up at him. "That is a relief" She said now walking around the room, as if examining every detail, with her emerald eyes. Then walking back to where her seat was. She poofed a round thick seatin pillow and sat down on it, keeping her legs tucked to the side.

[Imperator Gnome]

((My computer ate my post...))

He was about to answer when a totally non-descript man opened the doors of the room and deposited a chained up man. He just stood their expectantly until Usul finally answered, "Go to the servant outside. Tripple payment for this job, and I would recommend getting out of town for the next few weeks. Actually, if you could tell my second to send men to each of my brother's old businesses to ensure their loyalty to us I would be grateful." Reak merely nodded, and mumbled a 'you're to kind' in his entirely forgettable and non-descript voice as he left.

Usul smiled and turned to look at his brother, who still was just as tall as him, but half again as wide. That added width was a nice mixture of fat and muscle, but another distinguishing difference was the lack of any hair whatsoever. The man had begun shaving his head a year ago and had never stopped since then. "Genie, prepare to heal my brother," he said as he pulled out a knife.

"If you find yourself unsettled I can take a break for you," he said as he began slicing with the knife blade.

[-Forever Viva-]

Meryem Salima Abdallah
"Genie of Seduction and Order."


A hustle of servants rushed into his room upon his command, and Meryem made herself invisible to their eyes. It was a natural instinct and self-edict for her; that none other than her master would ever lay eyes on her. Unless he wished otherwise, of course. “I’m nothing if not thorough,” Meryem whispered in her master’s ear, already guessing at his train of thought. His servants listened intently to their sultan’s orders, their loyalty as unwaivered as it was before the fall of his power. She also listened closely to his commands, shivering delicately at the obvious resentment in them. Staring, immobile at the servants, but still at her master’s side, she knew that this brother that had betrayed him would pay deeply. And with two genies at his side – Meryem glanced quickly at Dyanna’s still lamp – her master could not and would not fail.

She felt his gaze on her before she turned around to him once his voice drifted off. Although with the ability to be quiet enough so that only he would hear her reply, Meryem chose to answer and grant his unspoken wish with a gaze of her own. With a dangerous glint of her ruby eyes, his wish had become reality. In less than an hour, his hired hunter Reak would walk into her master’s chamber door, with the captured traitor of a brother.

Suddenly, without specifically deciding it, Meryem looked swiftly away from her master’s gaze. Her red eyes widened in unwelcomed alarm. You can’t let yourself fall for this man, the more prudent side of her mind told her. But with the simplest of actions he could be yours… a more appealing voice purred. But her prudence spoke up again, in a matter of seconds canceling out all other thoughts battling themselves inside Meryem’s head. And she welcomed it, for no one but herself knew exactly how much she hated conflict and disorder. Besides, why would a mortal man take an immortal such as yourself? And immortal who would outlive him…forever. You could never be together. Do not let yourself be swayed from your duty as a genie by trivial matters and attractions. You are tied to the lamp for eternity, not him.

Gracefully, Meryem produced a back flip, flickering in mid-air so that she could land effortlessly in a sitting position on a rich mahogany table five feet from where her master was standing. Clearing her face of emotions besides that of strong obedience and loyalty – something not unusual for a genie to feel around her master, but perhaps a little stronger in Meryem’s position – she stared back at him, allowing herself for a split moment to revel in his beauty. Never before in the millennia that she had existed had she seen a mortal so…appealing.

But as she studied him carefully, she detected some sort of natural hostility in his presence. As if he had been this bitter, angry, and betrayed figure his whole life. An irrational longing to know his whole story took over Meryem, and before she could stop herself, she had slid smoothly off of the table and was taking a lithe step towards her master, curiosity dominating every other emotion. It was then that Dyanna decided to show up.

“Sister,” Meryem breathed, a dazzling smile lighting up her face. She loved being around and in the company of the playful Dyanna. Who wouldn’t? Meryem thought to herself. Deciding to step back for a while and let their master get acquainted with her sister, Meryem sat gracefully and silently back on the table. She leaned forward in the slightest, ruby eyes twinkling again, this time in anticipation.

Meryem drifted in and out of their conversation, letting Dyanna grant their Master’s wishes for a while. Meryem would mainly either daze off into complete oblivion – becoming so immobile at times that she appeared to be made of pale marble – or she would occasionally admire him from across the room.

Meryem missed the part of the conversation on how Dyanna came to be a genie, but she happened to be listening and watching when a soft side of her master’s was made apparent through sympathy. Meryem’s eyes narrowed of their own accord when his lips touched Dyanna’s forehead. With the simplest of actions he could be yours… her nature of seduction reminded her. Meryem quickly turned away and distracted herself.

Meryem grew bored of the rest of the conversation, seeing as how she had heard the laws of the lamp repeated so many times before. Acting upon her boredom, she decided it was high time that Reak came in with the traitor of a brother. Her ruby eyes glazed over with a milky white as she used her magic to pinpoint their exact location and help them get to her master faster. In a matter of minutes they were making their way through the chamber door.

Meryem watched her master position himself with a knife over the chained, ugly man with a sort of terrifying amusement. She found it hard it to believe they were actually brothers, seeing as how her master was far more attractive. Her ruby eyes glinted mysteriously, and once again she made herself invisible to the company in the room.

“Sister? she inquired quietly, wondering whether or not Dyanna would like to be the one to heal the traitorous b*****d.


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{ Oh, God. I’m so sorry guys. I was going to post about two pages ago, but my computer shut down when I didn’t tell it to last night. D; I really think there’s a huge time difference between me and the rest of you. When my computer shut down it was like 12am. But apparently I missed out on a lot.
Btw, this post is long because I’m making up for what my genie missed and what I had written before, and lost. But she’s generally quiet, so it’s all good. x3 }

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna looked at her fellow genie, as she asked for her. "Yes, Meryum?" She asked gently. Only another genie would know her resentment towards her inprisonment. Though some didn't mind. She did, truelly disturbed by it.

[-Forever Viva-]

Meryem Salima Abdallah
"Genie of Seduction and Order."


Meryem furrowed her eyebrows for the tiniest of a second, immediately understanding the meaning behind her sister's tone of voice. She'd always sympathized with Dyanna's resentment, although Meryem herself had never felt such towards her own binding to her lamp. Sure it got lonely, but Meryem got herself through that. Now, while glancing at her new Master, she had second thoughts about being content with loneliness.

"Would you like to heal the traitor, young one?" Meryem proposed softly, referring to Dyanna's age as a genie, for she was in fact a human year older than Meryem. But Meryem had been a genie for longer than any genie she'd met, in actuality.


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[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna looked down with her emerald eyes and sighed then said. "Fine" She inhaled closing her eyes then gently exhaled opening them again. Every wound soon healed even the bruises, soon returning to the normal color of his skin. She felt like humans shouldn't be able to be healed by wishes. How are they going to learn their lessons? She let another breath out, her smoke consuming her and her going back into her lamp. She hated the loneliness, but like solitude sometimes. It was odd even for her. She walked through her lamp looking for something to do. She smiled and flicked her wrist letting some music from home play, as she decided she would dance.

[Spartan26]

'A Genie... A magical being of unimaginable power... Locked inside a lamp... If I had one of those... Oh... If only... If only...' Wandering silently through the marketplace was a young, hooded man. Altiar, was his name. He seemed to be lost in thought, obviously the one producing the thoughts about owning a Genie.

He heaved a heavy sigh as he continued along through the marketplace. All seemed to be continuing as normal usual. People with money bought items from the stands, and people without, attempted to steal and were usually caught by the guards. Those caught would lose their right hand. Twas the consequence of stealing. Luckily for Altiar, he was never caught. With a one smooth motion, he slipped his hand out from his hooded cloak an apple from a fruit stand. He smirked as he continued along, taking a bite from the apple.

Suddenly, he heard a small scream came from a crowd of people. It sounded like a little girl. Altiar quirked a brow and made his way towards the scream, taking another bite from his apple. He pushed his way passed the crowd and saw a small child, a little girl in fact, no more than ten years old, caught in the grip of an evil looking guard. He had an evil smirk on his face as he held the squirming girl by her right arm. He placed her arm down on a table as another guard slowly approached. The guard drew a large scimitar from his sheeth and chuckled deviously. The little girl let out another scream, this time asking for help.

"Hey!" Came a voice from the crowd. Altiar stepped forward with a slightly annoyed look on his face. He quickly replaced the look with a defiant smirk. "Why don´t you boys let the poor girl go and run along back to your master, okay?" He said, chuckling. The guard growled, sheething his scimitar and walked towards him. "You plan on taking her place, Street Rat?" The guard said to Altiar as he now stood only a few inches from him. Altiar simply chuckled and shook his head. "No sir..." He replied to the guard.

The guard grunted and turned away from him and started back off towards the girl. He reached for his scimitar but only caught air. His eyes grew wide and he looked to where his weapon should be. Altiar chuckled again and placed the blade of the scimitar on the guards shoulder. "But I did take your sword." He smirked and quickly swung the sword, running the blade across the mans back. He fell to the ground with a large, bloody gash going across his back. Altiar turned to the other guard and put the blade to his chin. "Now... Be a good boy and let her go.." He demanded. The guard slowly released the girl then ran off into the crowd, shouted for more guards.

"Run girl. Run, before other guards show up." Altiar said to the girl as he took the guards belt sheeth from his corpse. He looked back towards the little girl whom was still standing there staring at him. "Go!" He shouted to her before sheething the sword and running off.

Guards now pushed through the crowds, searching for Altiar. One man shouted the direction that he had ran to the guards. They nodded and gave chase to him, one finally spotting him, pushing his way through the marketplace. As he ran, a man bumped into him, causing him to drop his apple. He looked back at it and shook his head and continued running. He quickly rounded a corner then dove into a store, where the clerk stood by, patiently waiting for customers. He chuckled slightly, seeing the exhausted young man dive into his store. "Trying to escape the guards, eh boy? You´re always getting into some kind of trouble." The man said to Altiar, obviously familiar with him.

Altiar chuckled and nodded his head. "They were going to take a little girls hand, Jamal. I couldn´t let them do that." He explained as he approached the counter. Jamal smiled and shook his head. He was an old man but his eyes were filled with kindness. "Always have to be the hero, Altiar. Always saving the girls in distress." He said to him, chuckling softly.

"Here." The then said, stepping into the back room quickly, then returning with a small lamp. "I have this new lamp for you, boy. I know how much you like to collect them. Hmm... Always searching for a Genie..." Jamal stared long and hard at the lamp, same as Altiar did. "I have a good feeling about this one, boy... Take it... Wait for the guards to go by then take it home... I have a feeling this might be the one you´re looking for." He said with a kind smile. Altiar´s eyes were fixated on the lamp. He two had the feeling that there was indeed a Genie inside. Altiar nodded and looked to Jamal with a smile on his face. "Thank you old friend. You will be the first one I make a wish for if there is a Genie inside." He said before quickly slipping out the front door.

Altiar crept through the town, constantly looking to the lamp. His quick movements were the cause of the shaking in Harper´s little home inside the lamp. It didn´t take Altiar long to reach his home. It was nothing more than an old, run down building. He quickly made his way up a set of stairs to the very top of the buidling, which was his room. Just a few clothes and rugs thrown all over ground that made his bed. The best part of his room was the window. He could see the entire city from his room and it looked beautiful. But he had no time to siight see.

He removed his cloak and revealed his entire body. He was a fairly tall boy with soft, brown hair that went over his deep, brown eyes. He wore black pants and shoes along with a long red cloth that dangled out from under the belt that he now wore. As for a shirt, he wore a sleevless, white shirt that bunched up around his neck, like a scarf or maybe a mask that he had pulled down off of his face. On either hand were belted, brown gloves that wrapped around his arms, starting just before his elbow and moved up to his fingers, leaving small holes for him to put his fingers and thumbs through.

Altiar now sat on his cloth bed, holding the lamp in his lap. He stared at it with his brown eyes for a long time. Something about it told him that there was indeed a Genie in it. He grew nervous, his hand shaking as he slowly placed it on the side of the lamp. He took in a deep breath and slowly rubbed the lamp.

((WOW THIS IS LONG! XD This took me forever to write.))