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Chapter 12: Seeing Someone Again

The shaman lost the lamp before he could confiscate it. He wondered where he was, but didn't manage to find it. However, that didn't mean that anyone else couldn't…

Norm, having nothing to do in his lamp, began to think about how the human had reacted to learning that he wasn't a spirit. They had been confused and scared, and wished for a shaman to exorcise him. Boy, Norm didn't want that to happen again!

He'd just say his name, without touching upon the matter of his species, unless he had a good reason to do so. Then, humans cold assume he was anything they wanted him to be. Maybe, if he knew what exact species he actually was, he'd reconsider, but for now, this would work fine.

A human rubbed his lamp.

Norm sighed in relief. Finally, something even slightly exciting – even if the humans did be mean to him, they were something to do – to do!

"I'm Norm! I have to grant your wishes. At least, doing that is more interesting than staying in my lava lamp all day."

"What's a lava lamp?"

"Uh, the thing you just rubbed," said Norm with a childish groan.

"Lava lamps come from the spirits, don't they?"

"Yes," replied Norm, trying not to cause any heresy.

Alawi, the person that had rubbed the lava lamp, wondered if the shaman needed to know about the lava lamp.

"Are lava lamps dangerous items?"

"Dangerously boring to be inside, yes," replied Norm.

"You didn't answer my question," replied Alawi, sounding irritated.

"They aren't dangerous to humans, if that is what you want to know," replied Norm. "Though again, I don't know a lot about this thing, so who knows? They could be."

"I wish the shaman was here."

Norm snapped his fingers, and hoped that he was with a different tribe than he was before.

GONG!

He wasn't.

"Oh, no," said the shaman. "The malevolent spirit is back."

Norm couldn't believe his bad luck. Not at all.

"I'm not malevolent and I'm not a spirit," replied Norm angrily.

Norm felt like kicking himself, despite the fact that he didn't have legs. Hadn't he just decided not to reveal that he wasn't a spirit several minutes ago? Crud.

"Spirits are the only mystical beings in existence," said both the shaman and his master. "To say otherwise would be heresy."

"Well, I'm glad you two agree," said Norm sarcastically.

"I wish you were back in your lava lamp," said Norm's master.

Norm was sucked into his lava lamp, and the shaman went to confiscate it again.

He hoped that the lamp would stay confiscated this time. He figured that he had to tell the tribe about the malevolent spirit, so if any of them accidentally found it, they would know not to listen to it, agree it to anything it said or anger it.