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Author's Note: This chapter is from Norm's master's third person point of view. I figure that thousands of chapters from Norm's POV, in which master rubs lamp, master makes wishes, Norm angsts and snarks, Norm is sucked back into lamp would get boring in no time. So, I decided to write some chapters from Norm's masters' and the other genie's POV. I try my best to make the masters into sympathetic characters in their own right instead of cardboard villains.

The religion of my OCs is fictional and based upon the kind of religion that existed at the time. It has no bearing on how magic actually works in FOP or any current religion so don't tell me that the OC's religion contradicts canon or is offensive to any other religions.

Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Also, because of the Timmy/Trixie ship wars, Unforgettable will be put on hold until they dissipate. That means that I will have more time to work on this.

Chapter 1-Spirit Baby

Kaif watched as a strange purple object like nothing he'd ever seen before, fall from the sky. It probably was supernatural. Such stuff didn't exist in the mortal world.

The lamp fell to the ground with a thump. It began to rain. Kaif swore under his breath and picked up the object. He absent-mindedly rubbed it.

He was shocked when a baby funneled out in a spiral of smoke. He gasped in fear. The baby had a smoky teal blue tail. He also wore gold bangles. Babies never wore gold bangles. The baby was a spirit but was he good or bad?

His life-mate had a miscarriage several years ago, so maybe the spirit baby was the spirit of her baby.

The spirit baby's magenta eyes roamed about in confusion and curiosity. Had he never left the spirit realm before?

The rain beat down, setting a grim, dark atmosphere. Kaif hated the rain.

"I wish the rain would stop," said Kaif, feeling annoyed.

The spirit baby snapped his fingers.

GONG!

The rain stopped. The baby was a spirit for sure, he thought. Maybe he could revive the baby he lost.

"I wish the baby that died in the seventh full moon cycle in the Jackal Tent was alive again."

The spirit baby snapped his fingers and Kaif dearly hoped for his wish to be granted.

GONG!

His baby appeared, looking cute and so fresh that he could have just been born that day. The spirit baby obviously wasn't his spirit. Kaif cuddled his baby affectionately while the spirit baby looked on. In fact, Kaif thought that if the spirit baby weren't a spirit, that he would describe him as jealous. However, spirits didn't get jealous of human babies, didn't they? Usually when they did, the baby got cursed, according to the legends of his people. Oh no!

Kaif got out some of the food he had brought with him and put it on the ground in front of the spirit baby. The spirit baby looked at him in puzzlement. At least he didn't snap his fingers and curse him or his baby.

Kaif returned to his tribe, jubilant about having his baby back. The spirit baby followed him as though pulled by an invisible string. He entered his tent and excitedly told his life-mate the news.

"Our baby's back!" yelled his life-mate in excitement and fear, "But only evil spirits and supreme spirits can bring people back to life. The shaman and the chief of the tribe will never stand for this. All death occurs for a reason, love. The Creator-spirit ordained it so."

She felt like cuddling the spirit baby, as well as hers, but it was ordained that no one could touch a spirit unless they asked for it or the human was a shaman. Spirits were too holy for mere mortals to touch.

Another tribe member overheard them talking and went to tell the shaman.

"How did your baby come back to life?" asked the shaman.

""I rubbed this," said Kaif, pointing at the purple object, "And this spirit baby came out. I wished for my baby to come back to life and he granted it.'

"Then he's an evil spirit," said the shaman, "And we need to sacrifice your baby to appease the spirits."

"No!"

The shaman placed his baby on the fire and he performed rites around it. Kaif panicked. His baby was about to die!

"I wish my baby was safe and that me, my life-mate and my baby belonged to a different tribe that had never heard of us."

GONG!

Author's Note: How was it? Please review!