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Chapter 20: Trying to Trick

Norm waited excitedly for a human to rub his lamp. His days of watching were over, and the genie was sure that he knew enough to trick himself out of the lamp. However, no one rubbed with lamp.

Norm groaned, rolled his eyes, and yawned. Waiting for a human to rub his lamp was bo-ring.

Several minutes later, a human rubbed his lamp.

Norm funneled out of the lamp in a humongous cloud of teal blue smoke, impatience making it extra-dramatic.

The human started to panic about malevolent spirits. Norm groaned, since that was typical human behavior. However, he noticed that this human was milder about it than most. Norm wondered why.

He had no clue whether he was in a different tribe, since he had never really noticed the scenery, though doing that could curb his boredom. Norm groaned. As if! Wherever-he-was was a practically blank spread of sand. He figured that would probably be even less entertaining to look at.

Norm pulled his mind back from his thoughts about the boredom of blankness. Once he was free, he'd never have to worry about that again, he reminded himself.

"I'm Norm the Genie!"

"What's a genie?" asked the human.

Norm groaned. He had kind of expected that, though he had thought that he had passed into the tribe's legends. At least as a malevolent spirit. However, this human acted as though he had never heard of him.

The human seemed to be in his thirties, so Norm was sure that he had existed when he became known as a malevolent spirit.

Norm wondered if he could use the human's lack of knowledge to his advantage. He figured that he could. However, he wasn't sure how.

He decided just to go with the flow.

"Genies are magical creatures," said Norm.

"Creatures?" asked the human. "Like deer, and rabbits?"

Norm rolled his eyes. He was not a deer, or a rabbit – though he could turn into one if he wanted to, which he didn't.

"No, I'm not a deer, or a rabbit. I'm not like a deer, or rabbit, though I like deer, and rabbits," replied Norm.

"Then I don't think you're a creature," replied the human.

Norm wasn't sure what to say to that. However, he figured that he could use it to make a plan.

"Creature?" asked Norm. "I didn't mean to say that. I meant magical …er… creator."

"You're the Creator?" asked the human, bowing to him.

Norm grinned. He liked the attention, since it wasn't negative like he usually got. However, Norm wasn't sure how to use the human's assumption about him to aid in tricking him. However, he was sure that he could improvise something up.

Zeroun, the leader of the Fairy Council, had noticed the fallen genie seven years ago. He was thrilled to find out that the genie species wasn't trapped in the Darkness. However, he had discovered that they were doomed to what could possibly be a worse fate: accidental enslavement at the hands of humans.

When he found the genie, the genie was six. He thought he was a spirit, and called himself "Norm the Spirit."

Zeroun decided to watch the genie, and told the rest of the Council about it, and to find other genies so they could be watched too.

Kavi was the next member to find a genie. His genie was a blonde six year-old female that didn't know their name, and constantly changed it, looking fruitlessly for the right one. She was so occupied with trying to find the perfect name for herself that the matter of her species never entered the picture for her.

The third member to find a genie was Aldan. His genie was a brunet fifteen year-old male genie. That genie remembered Genie World, faintly, and wanted it back. He expressed that desire in an angsty fashion that would become cliché to humanity after a few millenniums of enduring it in their media. However, the fifteen year-old didn't know that.

Lukman was the last one to find a genie to watch. His was a seven year-old female with fiery auburn hair – and an equally fiery temper. Her name was Calais.

All of them had sometimes caused some trouble to humanity, but never so bad that they'd consider calling Fairy Court for any of them. However, Zeroun noticed that Norm seemed to have a plan. How? Norm had attempted to trick his master once, when it failed, he didn't do anything for five years, then did tried to trick another master.

That seemed like a plan to Zeroun. In addition, Norm now seemed to be trying to trick his master again. He was saying that he was the Creator, despite the fact that he wasn't. Zeroun guessed that might end up messing up human society if they began to believe such notions. Norm was overdue for a trial in Fairy Court.

He was too young to be put in jail, but Zeroun guessed that getting tried in Fairy Court might discourage him from trying such things again.

Norm felt a strange feeling, heard a GONG, and appeared somewhere that didn't resemble anywhere else that he had been before. His master appeared beside him, and looked around in equal confusion. Norm wondered if lying about GONGing them there would aid his plan. Probably not.

He spotted hundreds of mini humans, holding black sticks with stars on them, and with golden objects floating above their heads. He wondered what they were.

What everything was.