A/N: Farsi is the national language of Iran. Also, you will learn who the djinn really are in the first chapter.
Prologue: Unleashed Evil
Persia, 5th Century
"We'll never return to those caves," the elder djinn hissed. "You'd have to make me."
"Oh, you doubt I will?" the priest shouted. "You have done nothing but harm those around you. You have no reason to be here!"
"Dare you shout at me, mortal?" the elder djinn shouted. "I have half a mind to put you in your place—literally."
"Then do it—I dare you," the priest shouted again.
"Let me, big man," a voice cut in.
"Go for it," the elder djinn said. "Make him pay."
"Certainly." The voice belonged to another djinn—this one wasn't as lenient as the elder one.
"Oh no, you're not going to do anything to me—I won't allow it," the priest yelled.
"Hm, funny you should say that, because you're on fire," the second djinn said.
"What?" The priest looked down at his robes—only to find they were beginning to burn.
The rest of the djinn began laughing.
"Put it out! Put it out!" the priest shouted. "Someone, please put it out!"
"Who's going to help you? Everyone's turned to stone, in case you didn't notice."
"That's it! Begone, back into those caves!" the priest shouted, waving the scrolls used to free them.
"This isn't over!" The djinn were instantly whisked back into the caves, where they would stay for centuries to come.
Present Day Tehran
Two people stood in a deserted cave on the outskirts of Tehran. One was quite interested in being inside the cave; the other wasn't.
"Vince," Linda McMahon began, "I don't feel right about being in this cave. Something's not right."
"Linda," her husband murmured. "Please be patient. I promise we won't be here much longer. I just want to read what's on these scrolls I found."
"Vince, I don't think you should read those. From what I can tell, they're in Farsi, which you can't read." Linda was adamant in her decision to leave the cave before they got into trouble.
"We'll be okay, I promise," Vince said. "Just one more line. And I can too read Farsi—this says that whoever is able to read these scrolls—."
"I know, whoever is able to read these scrolls will be able to—." She suddenly stopped reading and let out a gasp.
"Vince," she said. "We can't read the last part of the sentence."
"Why?" Vince was dumbfounded. "All it says is that the djinn will be released from the cave."
"Oh, shit," Linda cried. "We need to go, now! Hasem, take me and my husband back to the hotel. Now!"
"Yes, Mrs. McMahon," Hasem replied. "I hope your husband didn't read those scrolls—it will mean death to you—and your family if they are released."
"My husband is an asshole," Linda said, pushing Vince into the car. "And when we get back, we'll need to get to the airport—I'm not staying here for anything to happen."
"That I can understand, Mrs. McMahon...I would get away from here too if I were you," Hasem said.
"What? What are you two talking about?" Vince asked. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"But you did," Hasem said. "You woke the djinn. Once they wake up, they'll come after whoever woke them—meaning YOU, Mr. McMahon."
"Pfft—I'll just blame Linda," Vince muttered.
"Excuse me?" Linda asked. "I know you didn't just say that."
They arrived at the hotel, where they rushed into their room and quickly packed their bags. Then they got back in the car and drove to the airport.
When they were safely back in the air, Linda turned to her husband. "What do you expect is going to happen now?"
"Maybe that was some sort of warning," Vince assured her. "Nothing's going to happen to us. I promise."
"I hope for your sake you're right," Linda muttered.
Too bad they didn't know what was happening in the caves at that very moment.
And they weren't going to know until they got back to Connecticut.
"We're free," a voice said. "Wake up, my brothers and sister. We've got a lot to do now."
"Finally," another voice cut in. We're free again. What to do?"
"Yay! More mortal men to seduce," a female voice said. "I can't wait."
Still dying to know who these voices belong to? Chapter 1 is on the way!!