Disclaimer: Ok, I had fun with the last few chapters. And this is where I give some explanation for what might seem a bit sueish to some of you. But it's freaking NOT. Hell...I'm not making this easy for her. Not really. She's going to be maimed, mind-fucked and psychologically messed up by the end of this she won't know up from down. But this is something for a bit of character development here. And yes, I had to give her SOMETHING that made her less of a pansy ass. As is, ok she's immortal. She can take a shit load of damage but she can't really do much to PREVENT said damage. And she can still feel PAIN.

Once again. I don't own the Djinn from Wishmaster. And if I did...the world would be fucked. XD

Elysium woke hours later. A large warm hand rested on her hip and she could feel the warmth of the Djinn's large body pressed against her back. She stirred from her resting place and relocated his hand as she silently slipped from the bed. Naked, she headed out of the room. Wanting to explore the inner chambers of his domain. She made her way around the twists and turns of the labyrinthine corridors. Her breath caught as she came to what looked like a huge library. Books were scattered here and there and shelves reached all the way to the insanely tall ceiling. She made her way over to a large table where a racks of vials and liquids and everything she could think of were lined on the wall behind it.

She looked around curiously. Books in languages she could only guess at were lain haphazardly on the table. She looked all around, even under the table. A small glimmering by the back leg caught her attention and she crawled under to pull out a perfectly round stone about the size of her palm. It had runes around the outer rim. It had a hole in the middle and she looked through it and gazed around the room. Her glance fell on one of the books and she let out a small breath of surprise when she saw that the writing had now become intelligible. Her brow furrowed as she went over to the book shelves and began looking at the spines of each. She'd look with the eye that didn't have the stone over it then she looked with the stone and saw that it translated the writing. Amazed she grinned. "It's a Rosetta stone..."

She perused some of the books, Eventually she found one of the ancient spell books. It had been well cared for, the leather binding had been kept oiled and the velum inside was also still in good shape. She smiled as she curled up in one of the chairs next to, what could only be an alchemical work bench. The first words caught her attention and she devoured each chapter with a ravenous appetite. It explained the different ways to tap into the elements, to use them, utilize them and manipulate them to the caster's will. And how to open ones self to the leys of energy that crossed through the worlds, to tap into them and to bend that power to your own will. She blinked a couple times and rose a brow, it seemed so simple now. Laid out in front of her in simple enough terms that a child could understand and master the contents that lay within those pages. Such things must be child's play to a being as powerful as Nathaniel. She looked on the cover and confirmed that this was a book about the fundamentally simple basics. 'He must have just kept it around because he forgot about it or for nostalgia's sake.' She didn't know his motives but she was glad that it was there.

While she read she decided to use some of the exercises. They were simple enough, and her knowledge already from her witchcraft helped her get the mental discipline to actually tap into some of the elements. There was plenty of air around. But she wasn't really interested in that at the moment. The thing she knew she'd be able to easily tap into in this realm was Fire. And she had gotten far enough that she could manifest a small flame in her hands and make it dance around as she wished. She did practice with Air a bit and got good enough to levitate some of the larger books with a conjured wind that swept it up and kept the object aloft. She had finished the book, logging the knowledge for later. She'd practice for the other stuff when she was able to get back home. She looked round for another book and found one that looked well used. Even more so than the rest of the books. Curious she pulled it out and opened to the first few pages. After skimming she found that it was a log of history from the Djinns perspective. Her lips quirked and she went to walk back to her chair. She stopped with a gasp as she saw the 'hound' sitting in her chair, growling at her. She held the book close and watched it as it prepared to pounce on her. She pulled together what she had learned and waited. It leaped into the air, meaning to attack her and she stopped it mid way. A sphere of wind keeping it aloft. It snapped at her angrily and she walked to it, remembering to keep her concentration. "Stop it!" She snapped at it.

She heard it whine and look down at her through watery eyes. "Now I'm not doing anything wrong in your master's realm. And I'm sure that he'd be rather pissed if you tried to harm me. Now, I'll let you free if you STOP trying to eat me!" It whined again and she took that as ascent. Cautiously she lowered it to the ground and it crawled over to her still whining. Her lips pursed and she stroked it's slimy damp head. "There, there." she soothed as she took her sat back down and opened the book. "Just let me read in peace and we'll get along just fine." she murmured to the creature. It growled as it lay at her side. A lazy hand reached down to stroke it's fleshy head as she read. Vaguely she wished she'd had some clothing on but then reminded her that it was probably just her human sensibilities making her want to be covered. I'm not naked, I'm nude. Sky clad. She smiled at this and settled in the leather chair to finish the chapter of the beginning of the relations of men and Djinn so long ago.