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Prologue
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The four gypsies surveyed the captured genie before them. He was sleeping at the moment, and they had chained him to a lamp, the only thing in their possession that was able to hold the chain properly.
This black genie had done terrible things over the years, had never shown remorse for one life he had taken, and both his power and name were feared across the world. Humans and genies alike were celebrating his capture.
"What to do with him?" one gypsy asked softly.
"Kill him, like he did our sons," one replied with a snarl.
"Enslave him, like he did our daughters," another answered.
The three looked to the fourth, the eldest and leader of the gypsy clan, as well as their mother.
"We will take his past, present and future. Arishka will never be known, we will take his ability to father children, and we will bind him so that he is only allowed to do a human's will."
"That is a powerful spell, Mother. Do we have the necessary power, or should I get a messenger to call for others?" the first asked.
"The current spell will not hold him for long; they will not arrive in time. We have to do this now," she replied.
"He will need restrictions on what he can do, Mother," the third murmured.
"I know. Leave me while I construct the spell," she said, waving off their concerns at leaving her alone with the genie.
The three sons left, murmuring to each other and looking over their shoulders to their mother.
She waited until they were out of sight before creating a barrier around herself and the genie. Her sons didn't notice, and she approached the chained and sleeping genie.
"You will be bound to this lamp, Arishka, until a human allows you to be freed. You will never be able to sire children, unless the same human allows it to be so and helps you create the child. Your power will be limited by these three laws: you will not be able to make someone fall in love with another; you will not be able to kill anyone, and; you will not be able to raise the dead. The human that finds this lamp will have three wishes from you, and you must fulfil them, unless it breaches the three laws. You will be bound to this lamp, Arishka, and my sons will be your guardians. To everyone else, you will be no more. Your name will be forgotten, your evil deeds will be erased, the women you have enslaved will be free, and the men you killed will be a distant memory to ease the pain of those who suffer. I pray that you will find redemption, genie," she said.
She stepped forward, her palms outstretched as her spell began to weave itself.
Her son was right about the spell, but she did not dare take on their powers to help her create it. They would need their power to ensure the genie was controlled.
She felt her breath getting weaker as the spell continued to create itself. Hearing her sons, but unable to turn to them, she just smiled and continued to weave the spell. Her barrier was slowly disappearing as the power it used was needed for this spell, but she knew that they would understand and not stop her.
The genie woke up just as shackles appeared on his wrists. The spell had already worked its way up his tail, was almost up to his stomach, and his arms were covered by the white wispy spell that was stronger than any metal known to man or genie.
"What are you doing to me?!" Arishka yelled, blasting power at her.
She did not move, and the spell continued to take her life, year by year, month by month, day by day, hour by hour. She just hoped that she would have enough power in her life for the spell to complete itself. She did not mind that her life and body were being taken from her; it was necessary to bound the genie to his lamp.
Arishka yelled, screamed and cursed. He continued to try and blast power at her, but nothing happened. The shackles around his wrist burned every time he tried to hurt her, or as the spell worked its way up his chest, tried to get away. He was soon in so much pain that he was curled up in mid-air, too breathless and numb with pain to even sob. The spell covered his head, and he screamed silently as he was bound and sucked down into the lamp.
They would regret this. He would make sure that they would regret it. Every last one of them! He had phenomenal cosmic powers!
And now he was in an itty-bitty living space, a voice in his head said, laughing wildly.
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End of prologue.
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