Broken Heart, Broken Dreams

A One-Shot in Desiree's Point of View

Disclaimer: The only things in this fic that I own is the guy at the end and the way I think ghosts are formed. That's it. Every thing else is owned by Butch Hartman and India.
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All my life, I've been asked to grant people's greatest desires. Money, love, fame, musical talent- everything. Even when I was alive, all I did was grant the wishes of sultans. They wanted a court dancer? I did it. A maid? That was me.

Only once did I get my own wish: a palace all to myself. It took only a single dance and a few months of waiting for the palace to be completed. What a grand palace it was! The floors sparkled with a radiance I had never seen. The rooms were gigantic. My view from my bedroom balcony was beautiful. I practically fainted at the sight of it.

I stayed there for a while, about three months. Then the sultan's wife came back from a long vacation on the coast. She had learned about what happened in her absence. The queen became very jealous. So jealous, in fact, that she had sentenced me to die. The sultan begged and pleaded to stop the execution. It took a while, but he wore her down.

She still said that I needed a punishment. I was banished from the kingdom. I was shocked. This was the kingdom that I grew up in! They were banishing me from my home! It felt as if my heart had busted in two. I thought things couldn't get worse. Oh, but they did. The queen ordered for my palace to be promptly torn down.

I don't remember much after that. I think I fainted. The next thing I remember is waking up in a place I hadn't seen before. It was still India, alright. The city was unfamiliar to me. I guess the guards had taken me to another place while I was unconscious.

I eventually became a dancer there. I didn't perform for sultans, however, but for commoners. I danced, knowing I needed to do something to get payback on the queen. I danced until the day I died.
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My supposed "eternal slumber" was interrupted by a flash of light and some odd chanting. It was like someone was casting a spell on my lifeless self. Rather odd. Footsteps scattered away after the chanting ceased. I awoke a few moments afterwards to a great shock.

The ground- I couldn't feel it. It looked like it was a few inches under me. My eyes darted to where my feet belong, only to find a frantically twitching ghost tail. It was a bluish color. A gasp emitted from my mouth. Another, larger one came when I saw the color of my hand. It was lime green and slightly transparent. The entirety of me was slightly transparent!

It was way too much for me to handle. Dying, then coming back as a ghost? No way. Not possible. I had reached my boiling point. I wanted to get away from here and fast. I'm putting off getting revenge. That could have been arranged later. The events that followed delayed the revenge-making for quite a while.

In an angry flurry, I used my newly-obtained ghost powers to phase out of my "resting place". I quickly learned that every one involved in my ghostitization didn't leave. A male's quiet whisper said, "I wish you were in this bottle." I tried to resist, I honestly did, but my resistance was futile. A few moments later, I found myself in the darkness of a genie's bottle.

Thus began a new chapter in my life. Or my afterlife, rather.
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I loved writing this. It took three days, though. xDD

3, Jazz