Author Note

Oh, you are all going to like this chapter. Maybe it will not be the greatest chapter you ever read. But it is interesting, written from a totally new view. You will all get to see the world through the view of another spirit... ok; I know that Mr. Stroud did this once with Simpkin. But trust me, you will find this interesting. You may not like it, but do not worry. Chapters from Rekoj el Yeoj's view should get better. Until then, you will have to cope with this chapter. Just sit back and admire the new style of writing. It is a lot more thought through then chapters from Bart's view.

Joeylejoker

Rekoj el Yeoj

My new master was not ordinary in anyway. For one, he was a mere child; yet a child who had summoned me with the strength of a very old and experienced magician. On top of that, for once I was not so eager to be in the human world. Not so pumped up and ready to fight, make narrow escapes, and annihilate armies. Is this what being like a normal spirit was like? Is this how stupid little Djinni and Foliots felt when they were in this world, because it was not a pleasant feeling. For once I felt so... contained, so trapped, for once in over 4000 years I even noticed and endured the pain which came with a spirit being on Earth. For once, I had no desire to be on Earth; I had no wish to be here. No longer did I want to fly around in a shape of my choosing, striking down enemies in a skirmish of magical attacks. Usually when I was on Earth, the power of a summoning never seemed so powerful to me. Although I had never tried, it seemed as if at any moment I could break free. But I never did, I liked being here on Earth; with a purpose in the world, even if it wasn't technically my world. But this boy, this master of mine carried an unusual power in his summoning. I was bound to the Earth whether I liked it or not, forced to do whatever he desired. It was all new to me, but I knew I could get use to it. If any other spirit could cope with it, then surely Rekoj el Yeoj would have no problems!

After the summoning, the boy had introduced himself. He had explained the situation of the war and who he was... 'John Mandrake' he called himself. After that, he sent all of us spirits to the register tent – with the exception of the Djinni who called himself 'Bartimaeus.' I was curious to know what was going on between them. Nevertheless, the force of the summoning contained me; and forced me to do as Mandrake instructed.

After we stepped out of Mandrake's tent, I told the group that I was in charge. None of them argued. So, as a group we all turned into eagles, and flew south towards the register tent. After arriving there, we turned into our preferred forms. I took on the form of an Italian commander who I had served under in the days of Rome. Negabor became a sort of human shaped being made out of water, and Faquarl took on the form of a cook. I guess all our guises were appropriate, except for... I turned around to face Ascobal. "What the hell? Look at yourself; you are a 9 foot high Cyclops wearing a loin cloth! Make yourself decent!" The Cyclops pouted for a moment before changing into a man dressed in a tuxedo. "Happy?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, before ushering the group into the tent.

As soon as we had stepped inside, we were blinded by the dullness of the grey tent. While the Djinni stared about the tent, no doubt criticizing the un-natural feeling; I walked up to the desk. Behind the desk, sitting on a chair was an old man. "Hello Mr..." I drifted off. Than noticing his name tag finished "Gary." He looked up from his desk, "Well get to it, say your names, your purposes, and your masters so you may be on your way." I looked around at the Djinni in the behind me, none of them had not even listened to the man. I sighed, than started registering my group, "I am Rekoj el Yeoj. That is Negabor, there is Ascobal, and the chef is Faquarl. We are serving Mr. John Mandrake."

He nodded than gestured to the door; I turned around and saw Ascobal jump on Negabor. "You idiot, you do not even know that Prague had the most..." I didn't wait for his reason for fighting to finish. I raised my hand about to send a warning detonation, when I heard the old man behind the desk mutter a few words. Immediately I dropped to the ground as a detonation sailed over where I had just been standing, hitting Ascobal off Negabor and out of the tent. I nodded to the man, "I think I can take it from here." He frowned before going back to his paper work. "Ascobal, stay outside!" I yelled at the Cyclops coming through the door. "Faquarl, give Negabor a hand will you? Once we are all outside, we are flying back to the camp as Canadian Geese." With that I walked out of the tent, and out into the clearing. Just before turning into a Goose, I slapped Ascobal across the face. A couple seconds later, Negabor and Faquarl made their way out of the tent and followed suit turning into Geese. Ascobal did the same. As one, we flew towards Mandrake's tent, in a V formation.

Landing in a little circle of huts, where Mandrake's tent was located. We changed into our preferred forms. I quickly glanced at Ascobal to make sure he was not in that hideous Cyclops guise; he wasn't. I gestured at the group to follow me. Faquarl and Negabor rolled their eyes, but nevertheless did as they were told. As we neared the tent, I heard shouting. I ordered the group to stop, so I could listen carefully...

"-Bartimaeus, give that back to me!"

"Oh, come on Natty-Boy. You can get it, just jump a little higher."

"Bartimaeus, I swear to god I am going to murder you if you do not bring that back!"

"Oh, how are you going to do that now? Shrivelling fire? I know your birth name, Nathaniel!"

I and the pack of Djinni behind me jumped when we heard this last sentence. For about a minute we all stood speechless as the argument in the hut progressed. Finally Faquarl shook his head, and then with a smile on his face, marched into the hut. I strode in behind him, without even calling him back or anything. This was going to be very interesting. I entered the hut to see a very pale version of the Master whom had summoned me. He looked as if he was about to become a ghost. Bartimaeus didn't smile nor frown. He looked rather amused, yet shocked, as if he was watching some theatre performance which had just had a big twist added to it.

Breaking the silence I said, "Nathaniel, eh? Very posh. Doesn't really suit you, I think that Bert or Chuck would suit you better."

At this the Djinni Bartimaeus broke out into a large smile. "That is what I said when I first learned his birth name!"

Nathaniel... notice how I call him by his birth name now. Grew even paler, then just before he was about to scream, the paleness faded. Instead an evil smile appeared on his lips. I noticed how the smile on Bartimaeus face faltered before turning back to that amused smile he had had before. "You are all in for something I have endured for the last few years. Our master, is about to perform what he does best, creating horrible little schemes."

Nathaniel turned to Bartimaeus and said, "Bartimaeus, shut up. The rest of you-" He turned towards us, "-are any of you familiar with the Indefinite Confinement?"

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Conception, thank you for reviewing! I appreciate the feedback, and thank you for the Bartimaeus remarks. I try to do him as well as I possibly can. If he does something heart-warming, I always stop to think 'Would Bartimaeus really do that?' I look forward to reading Monomyth as well.

Cheers,

Joeylejoker

P.S. I hope this one was long enough. Lol, I do not like writing gigantic chapters. However in my defence these stories look a lot longer here in Microsoft word... Go on... copy what you see into Microsoft word. You will think better of the length. )

Also, if you liked this story. Please check out "Through the fire and flames" by Allendra. It is the sequel to the popular "Just what I needed" and is very well written.