Mindy Gets Her Wish

By

Eric Franklin © 2010

(Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of I Dream of Jeannie; they belong to their creators. This story is written purely for entertainment and not for profitable purposes. I do, however, own all original characters and the plot. If you would like to use the characters I have created, please ask first.)

~*11*~

Mindy still had much more to try with her powers than simply going through them as she and Mirrilla had done during the training. First order of business (or maybe "blinkiness") was to smoke into her bottle and do a little reading. Mirrilla had given her two books on being a Djinni. The first one, The Care and Feeding of Djinn, was directly from the show, making her wonder just how 'separate' Mirrilla's Djinn were from present-day reality.

The other book was the Djinni Blinkbook covering everything she had just learned that day as well as how to find the old "Djinni Journal" scrolls from Mirrilla's time-period. Other informational scrolls and books were listed in the "Resources" section, giving instructions on what to think before blinking them to her. When she had finished glancing through them the first time, Mindy had blinked the books and her bottle to a nightstand by her bed. Now, she blinked over there, grabbed the books and turned into pink smoke, flowing inside with ease.

She mused about turning into smoke again before she went to sleep, just because it was so relaxing being such a magical substance. Maybe she would sleep that way on her second night as a djinni, she thought. She reformed inside of her bottle a few seconds later, lying down on her stomach to read, Jeannie-style. Her inner energy level was so high, she had a strong feeling she would not be falling asleep any time soon, and she would be right about that within a few hours.

Picking the book The Care and Feeding of Djinn to read first, she discovered something about her new life that Mirrilla had not covered. Under the chapter on Hadji, she learned that there had been six leaders of the Djinn so far. She was shocked to discover her own name listed as the seventh! It also had a Farsi name after her current given name: Kiana. Like her natural ability with the Farsi language, she also had an inherent knowledge for the meaning of Persian names. She just knew that "Kiana" meant "Elements of Nature." Rather appropriate to her soon-to-be stature within her community. She only hoped she was able to live up to the role.

Mindy was confident in her powers; she had readily demonstrated her seemingly natural ability with magic, much to Mirrilla's surprise. The whole time Mindy was using her powers, though, it had all felt like she had been born to them. Not a single thing she tried was difficult. The concepts for each task came to her as needed. Even that evening when her Master had wished to know what it was like to be Pegasus, she had blinked them back in Time as a pair of flying horses. They both flew as if born to the form, too, and had a wonderful time. Yet it was all so easy to her. She never hesitated in making the magic work it all just right.

She later blinked up an hourglass to check the time late that night, only then realizing that her Master would be awake in less than two hours. If she did not get enough sleep, she would not be able to serve him as a proper djinni. Better to make the hours fit her needs for the time being, she thought, and sat up to fold her arms. Her blink looped the hours back on themselves such that it was 11pm the night before once again and would reset back to that hour in five hours. It made her laugh at doing that kind of thing, even if she had done it a few times earlier in her waking day as it was. However, that was just for training and experiencing it. She had a real purpose that time and would take full advantage of it, too. She settled back on her right side again, propping her head up with a hand and went back to blinking up more Journal scrolls to read. She took notes on a separate scroll, especially when she learned more about using and making blink-patterns.

When she finally became tired enough to sleep, she blinked time back to ten-thirty the previous night and made the same quilted pink-silk blanket Jeannie had often slept under. Another blink snuffed the oil lamp, plunging her bottle into almost complete darkness, and allowing her to drift off, wondering if she would have precognitive dreams like Jeannie…