I AM THE ANCIENT WIND that whips around the country of Arabia, gathering stories, tales, and myths of the ages, however, the one I tell of now, is the most interesting yet...
A young, blonde man with baby blue eyes came across a shop he had never seen before. He had lived his whole life as a street rat in the marketplace. Curiously, he walked over tot he stand, and examined its contents. There were a wide range of items-from diamonds and rubies to the bare necessities of life. Even through all the glittering jewels, only one thing caught his eye-it was a miniture lamp on a simple piece of string.
"May I help you, sir?" asked the owner, in a mysterious voice. Quatre looked up. It belonged to a girl about his age-in fact-the same appearances as his, except for the fact that she was a girl. "Drawn to the lamp, I see...go on, you can have it."
"Oh no...I can't. I e'nt have any money."
"That's quite alright, sir. It's old anyway. Keep it."
Quatre stammered his thanks, but when he looked, the girl and her stand was gone.
***
Prince Trowa closed the door after the princess left, heaving a sigh of relief. These suitors were a complete headache and so ANNOYING! He saw his sister came down the steps.
"Don' t even ask, Catherine," he said, stubbornly, "there's no one out there. Can you just stop?"
His sister sighed. "I just don't know anymore, Trowa. Father's getting more powerful by the second. We can't allow him to rule the world. Please, little brother, try to understand."
Trowa nodded and headed for his room. He hated his life there at the palace. It was dull and boring.
"Surprise, Trowa!" yelled Duo, as he burst intot he room. "Happy birthday!"
Catherine, Heero, and Wufei came in a few seconds later, carrying commoners' clothing.
"Hurry," whispered his sister as she thrusted the clothing into his hands, "we know you've wanted to see the world. Go now, but return by sunset. I cooked up a lie that you were visiting a neighboring country. Play along with it, okay?"
"Thanks. How'd you know-"
"Shhhh!" said Duo, "hurry up!"
Trowa quickly changed and was led out of the palace by Heero and Duo.
***
Quatre ran back to his small hut, wondering what had happened back at the marketplace. He pulled out the lamp and examined it closely. There was some writing on there, but dust was in the way of him reading it. Gently, he started to rub it with his shirt.
Suddenly, the lamp started shaking as it regurgitated something out of its opening. Quatre couldnt move as the smoke settled, revealing that same girl he had met at the marketplace. She stretched her limbs and flexed her fingers.
"About time you caught on, master. You can't imagine how uncomfortable it was in there, and to add to that, I have claustraphobia. Great combination for a genie, isn't it?" she asked, dripping with sarcasm.
"Who-who are you?"
"I'm a genie, silly. My name is Katona, and you are my master. You have three wishes, and three-er-four rules to go with them. First of all, I can't make you fall in love. Secondly, I can't kill anyone. Thirdly, I can't raise people from the dead, and latly, you only get three wishes. Any questions, master?"
"Please don't call me master," begged Quatre, "I hate that."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Anything other than 'master'."
"Okay...I'll call you Sandmop then!" she laughed, "because of your hair!"
Quatre laughed and Katona smiled. Hopefully, he would be the one kind enough to free her from her confinement of that damn lamp.
***
A young, blonde man with baby blue eyes came across a shop he had never seen before. He had lived his whole life as a street rat in the marketplace. Curiously, he walked over tot he stand, and examined its contents. There were a wide range of items-from diamonds and rubies to the bare necessities of life. Even through all the glittering jewels, only one thing caught his eye-it was a miniture lamp on a simple piece of string.
"May I help you, sir?" asked the owner, in a mysterious voice. Quatre looked up. It belonged to a girl about his age-in fact-the same appearances as his, except for the fact that she was a girl. "Drawn to the lamp, I see...go on, you can have it."
"Oh no...I can't. I e'nt have any money."
"That's quite alright, sir. It's old anyway. Keep it."
Quatre stammered his thanks, but when he looked, the girl and her stand was gone.
***
Prince Trowa closed the door after the princess left, heaving a sigh of relief. These suitors were a complete headache and so ANNOYING! He saw his sister came down the steps.
"Don' t even ask, Catherine," he said, stubbornly, "there's no one out there. Can you just stop?"
His sister sighed. "I just don't know anymore, Trowa. Father's getting more powerful by the second. We can't allow him to rule the world. Please, little brother, try to understand."
Trowa nodded and headed for his room. He hated his life there at the palace. It was dull and boring.
"Surprise, Trowa!" yelled Duo, as he burst intot he room. "Happy birthday!"
Catherine, Heero, and Wufei came in a few seconds later, carrying commoners' clothing.
"Hurry," whispered his sister as she thrusted the clothing into his hands, "we know you've wanted to see the world. Go now, but return by sunset. I cooked up a lie that you were visiting a neighboring country. Play along with it, okay?"
"Thanks. How'd you know-"
"Shhhh!" said Duo, "hurry up!"
Trowa quickly changed and was led out of the palace by Heero and Duo.
***
Quatre ran back to his small hut, wondering what had happened back at the marketplace. He pulled out the lamp and examined it closely. There was some writing on there, but dust was in the way of him reading it. Gently, he started to rub it with his shirt.
Suddenly, the lamp started shaking as it regurgitated something out of its opening. Quatre couldnt move as the smoke settled, revealing that same girl he had met at the marketplace. She stretched her limbs and flexed her fingers.
"About time you caught on, master. You can't imagine how uncomfortable it was in there, and to add to that, I have claustraphobia. Great combination for a genie, isn't it?" she asked, dripping with sarcasm.
"Who-who are you?"
"I'm a genie, silly. My name is Katona, and you are my master. You have three wishes, and three-er-four rules to go with them. First of all, I can't make you fall in love. Secondly, I can't kill anyone. Thirdly, I can't raise people from the dead, and latly, you only get three wishes. Any questions, master?"
"Please don't call me master," begged Quatre, "I hate that."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Anything other than 'master'."
"Okay...I'll call you Sandmop then!" she laughed, "because of your hair!"
Quatre laughed and Katona smiled. Hopefully, he would be the one kind enough to free her from her confinement of that damn lamp.
***