You pick up a lamp, which clearly looked like any stereotypical oil cum genie lamp in any genie story. "What the hey." you jest as you consider rubbing the lamp, figuring there's no harm in dreaming. Butkiss. "Oh well." You toss it aside and break a desk lamp, when from it you see sparks, smoke, and a bright light. The man running the garage sale chides you, saying, "You break it, you buy it!!"
Your mom runs over about to fuss at you for being so careless and trying to apologize when the man points to a sign saying the same thing as you try to rub your eyes. However, when your sight clears, everyone has stopped their bickering and staring at what was before you: a girl, probably in her late teens, maybe the same age as you, if you went by her looks alone, but a number of things about her seemed... unearthly. For starters, how many girls you knew had green hair, let alone hair down to her shins? Furthermore, her eyes were a brilliant red. She was dressed in a form-fitting bodysuit that hugged every curve, which included a rather ample chest for a human, let alone a 16-year old. However, the most surprising part was the fact she had long pointy elven ears almost nine inches in length and a 5' tail coated in green fur that was extremely fluffy. She looks at the broken lamp and remarks, "Well this sucks..."
"And you are..." your mom asks the strange green-haired girl.
"I don't really care about you." she responds. "I'm only concerned with the boy who broke my trans-spatial gateway..." However, after a moment she corrects herself, saying, "I forget you primitive monkeys aren't all that advanced. You'd call it a 'lamp.'" That was when you realized she was talking about you.
"Um, sorry..."
"Sorry? Sorry?! I'm bloody stuck in this dimension now until I can fix my gateway, with no way to disguise myself, and I know how much your government likes to dissect things in this time period for this instance of space-time!!" She grumbles some, and fidgets with something in her earlobe as she mutters under her breath, before going on." Well, while I'm annoyed you broke my gateway and trapped me here, I'm still contractually obligated to give you, like any lucky primitive that somehow discovers us, three wishes."
"Wait, are you trying to tell me you're a genie?"
"Well duh... Who were you expecting, Robin Williams or Barbara Eden?" She decides to explain, "See, the whole 'genie' myth centers around my people, the Djinna. More than likely, you've heard of a fellow by the name of Arthur C. Clarke, right? Well, anyway, he's a human here on your planet, at least in this interpretation of space-time, that said 'any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.' Since we're so ridiculously ahead of you, those that have met us and told of us have spoke of us as fey beings, and while it is true we actually do have sorcerous and arcane abilities, many of the things we can do are thanks to, from your perspective, mind-boggling advanced technology. I have, in tandem with my own legitimately magical powers and the nanotech in my power suit, the capacity to grant a wide array of wishes, but without my gateway, I can't grant ANY wish. I am one Djinna after all." Noticing her odd appearance was starting to attract a crowd of garage sale shoppers, she goes, "I'll explain all of this when we get to your domicile... Man, I hope I'm in one of the timelines where the Mayans are wrong about 2012..."
Out of pure shock, the man running the sale gave the Djinna girl a blanket to wrap up in as she went to your car as you and your mom decide to call it an impromptu end to the shopping. Once home...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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