Nestled deep within the ruins of an old palace, one singular piece of treasure had remained. It was in such bad condition that most raiders avoided it, not knowing of its true value and the secrets that lay within. The value wasn't the vessel itself but what lay within. Inside a jinn- a genie lay waiting to be freed.
Idriah was beside herself.
There was nothing to do in the cramped, tiny lamp. Huffing dramatically, Idriah sauntered over to the elaborate dressing table at the other side of the lamp. Her raven hair was yet to be done and she was determined to complete the task.
This would take a while.
Looking through a guidebook full of Mediterranean hair tutorials, Idriah set it down on the stand before grabbing her hair brush. Once her back length hair was thoroughly brushed, she started braiding. It was a complicated process, the braids fed into each other making a rather crown-like silhouette.
Once that was done, Idriah closed her book and slunk back to her lounge chair.
A genie's life was pretty dull when she was stuck in her lamp. Lonely too. It would have been one thing if she wasn't isolated but with no companions and no connection to the outside world she was the only one she had. The one privilege Idriah had was she got to dream about the next person who was going to rub the lamp before they did. It helped her get a feel for the person she would have to serve. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. As Idriah lay lounging she started to nod off. She usually did not dream, but that nap was different:
She could see herself rising from the lamp, a young gentleman stood before her. He was rather rugged in appearance, yet handsome just the same. He was frightened. The terror in his eyes was easy to see. It was abundantly clear that he had not expected Idriah to come out of that dinky old peice of metal. He look around nervously, as if he expected to be caught at any moment. It didn't take a lot of brain cells for Idriah yo guess that he had stolen the lamp. She decided to break the ice. "Well hello there master," the genie laid the charm on thick. If she had to serve this person, she didn't want to make it anymore unpleasant than it needed to be.
"M-master?" The boy's skepticism indicated that he didn't expect to be in charge of anything nor anyone. It would almost be endearing if Idriah hadn't known better. Most humans were fine until they got a taste of power. "I'm nobody's Master." He argued defensively.
"Why sure you are Master," The genie explained patiently, "you rubbed the lamp and now you have me."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Just call me Bastion, alright?"
"Okay Bastion. What's your first wish?"
"I want you to create an exact replica of this lamp." Bastion held out the tarnished metal so she could see…
That was when the dream ended.
Idriahwoke up with a start.
This would be a very interesting encounter indeed.