Chapter Three: In Which We Receive News

The next day began like any other, but Arwen new that she must continue her quest. It was time to find a new "sator." Arwen prefers me to use this term. She says it makes the whole situation sound less like a science experiment and more... formal. Besides, Latin is her favorite language; it was always that of the most educated and well-traveled in her time.

It means "sire," "founder," or "father." I think it's appropriate. And besides, I knew you were uncomfortable about what to call them anyway. We needed some continuity.

Of course. Now, back to the story. Arwen made breakfast for little Sundara and herself and left for work soon after. She hoped the next sator would be found soon after.

Isn't he just adorable? It must be his genie heritage.

The babysitter arrived almost instantly; they must have some kind of sixth-sense about these things.

Maybe she's just posing as a babysitter, but she's really a Scorpion.. Maybe she's been waiting in the woods for me to leave just so she can sabotage my mission! She could hurt my baby!

Arwen, calm down. You're just being paranoid. No-one in this town really even knows you.

Fine. But if something happens I'm blaming you.

I don't care. This is childish. Just let me tell the jinn story! As I was saying, the babysitter arrived soon after Arwen left for work. Immediately enthralled by Betty, our adorable cow-plant, the babysitter tried playing with her. Maybe she was just senile, but one does not simply play with a stranger's cow-plant. Unfortunately for her, Betty has a sweet-tooth for humans.

I didn't like her anyway. She was probably part of the Order.

Strangely enough, her calling of caring for infants lived on, and Sundara enjoyed floating through the air in the arms of her spirit. I found this amusing; Arwen not so much after I told her about it.

Granted my existence is supernatural, but this is just creepy. I hope  Grimm keeps her  once she leaves

again.

When Arwen got out of work, she happened to find this stud right outside and proceeded to charm him. His name is Xiabo Shen; he's a tourist from China and was easily ensorcelled.

I suppose his name was Xiabo Shen, and he was a tourist from China, because shortly after canoodling, Betty... had her dinner.

I think it's strange that his spirit became so skinny. I feel, slightly, bad for him.

Shortly after her new baby bump appeared, Arwen began construction of a garden. During the full moon zombies had continuously ravaged the plants, so a fence was definitely in order.

Sundara eventually aged up into a healthy child. His school days were upon him. He most enjoyed to paint, and when he wasn't doing schoolwork he could always be found at the easel on the porch. Arwen's pregnancy slowly progressed and she spent most of her time on her latest novel. To prevent any publicity, she had been writing under a pseudonym. The less attention the better.

As it happens, it was when Arwen was finishing her latest work that the labor pains hit. Later that evening, tiny Cordelia Von Hellse was born. Our family was growing, and so was the hope for the genie race. 

The next day a letter arrived in the mail- the energy from its materialization still sparkling. It read as follows:

Lady Arwen Von Hellse,

                  It is more urgent now than ever that your mission succeed. The Order of the Scorpion has stricken again- this time on the White Palace itself. Lord Fereydoun, our Third King from the time of Emperor Hassan, ruler of the Unseen World for five-hundred years, was flown to his hall in the seventh corner of the world. Dire times are made ever darker by this attack. No further communication will be possible until the Order has retreated. Only two of your comrades remain active in their duties; our fate is in your hands and we pray for the future of powers of Light. Tell Lady Galadriel to seek out the lost knowledge of her ancestors, for that may be one of the few weapons we still have at our disposal. You cannot let this information be know by the Order. Memorise it, then destroy it. We all pray for the best, but you must always be prepared for the worst. Remember your duty and follow your instincts.

                                                                         ~Lord Apkallus

As Arwen burned the note, we both realized that we were on our own. If something went wrong there would be no-one to help us. We had to prepare as quickly as possible. Training for the children would begin as soon as they became teenagers. Our family must become formidable to the forces of Darkness. So far, well... let's just say we had a long way to go.

Our family is beautiful. We mustn't lose hope.

Apkallus, an old friend of mine, had told me before we left the palace to search for my ancestor's knowledge in times of great peril. I knew where to begin, but I also knew I couldn't get there on my own. My spiritual form harnesses a great deal of power; through the millennium I have become the oldest of my kind. Long ago, I had given up my corporeal form to devote myself to the Tree of Life. Assur, my own sator, was the first genie to have ever abandoned his somatic existence. Strange that I would then be the first to try to do the opposite.

Chapter Two: In Which Arwen Ensorcells

When we last left off Arwen had just ended her first day in Moonlight Falls. Completely uneventful, she looked for her first, um, sire. But first came the great ordeal that is breakfast.

Who makes waffles in the oven anyway?

After the fireman came and left us with a ruined stove, we searched for fairies in the arbetorium without any luck.



Shortly thereafter, Arwen managed to catch this little critter: a rare snake who we named Lunete. Lunete was worth a good deal of simoleons, but escaped before we could sell her. I think she new our plan. You won't be lonely soon enough. 

I actually wanted to keep her for a pet. Life with only you as company is pretty lonesome.

By the end of this challenge, I bet you'll never want to be around another living being again. After that little adventure, we headed to the library with it's comforting smells of knowledge and dust. We found some stairs by the side of the building that led to the basement, and after a bit more exploring we found a small room containing a magic jellybean bush! This having been the first time she'd ever seen one before, Arwen swallowed about five with varying side-effects before bursting into flames. How lucky that she would die on our second day. That was sarcasm. Plus it's also ironic to know that one of Arwen's traits is to be lucky.


Are you making fun of me? I don't think this is funny in any regard! Genies may be immortal, but burning to a crisp and meeting the Grim Reaper is definitely not a pleasant experience. He even had to check his rule book to make sure it was the law to bring me back into corporeal form. What a neophyte; I'm only 937 years old and I know more than he does. If he could die, I'd spit on his grave!

 

Sheesh. Calm down. Look on the bright side. You met your first fella when you went back into the library. Plus he was a tourist, so no-one will notice his absence, at least no-one here. Arwen used her super-duper genie ensorcellment magicks to control the guy, and then led him to the house where she worked a different kind magic.

 I was getting restless; it's my duty to complete this assignment, and I hadn't even had a single child!

 So, yeah, after that, what's-his-name was compelled to eat a bunch of jellybeans on our newly-bought bush, and met the same fate Arwen had the previously day. This time it was more permanent, though. Arwen found the whole ordeal taxing and soon went back to bed.

 Luckily he had two laptops in his bag, so at least we now have a place for Arwen to write novels and a bit more cash in our coffers. A bit later Arwen was rudely awakened by an unpleasant feeling: the first symptoms of her pregnancy. It's a well-known truth that all magical beings have a heightened sense of being, so Arwen was aware of her pregnancy well before a human would have been.

 

That extra-special sense may be useful in knowing when it's okay to eliminate the donor, but it sure as heck doesn't eleviate my nausea.

 

 The days wore on and Arwen's pregnancy soon make obvious. Arwen spent her time finishing a few novels and trying her hand at the painting easel.

 Plus I also remembered this nifty trick my mother taught me before the Scorpions attacked. I can summon any kind of food whenever I please. It'll definitely come in handy once there's more mouths to feed. Great Djinn, I wish she were here to help me now.

 We all do. When the time finally came for the delivery, Arwen toughed it out in the newly decorated kid's room. We couldn't go to the hospital; genie births can be a bit... strange, usually involving a lot sparks and glitter. Hopefully it's a sign of his genie powers.

So now enters little Sundara Von Hellse into this crazy world.

 Sundara means beautiful, as he is in my eyes.

Soon enough Arwen realizes just how tiresome motherhood can be. Sundara is adorable, but too loud for my tastes.

I'm beginning to question my acceptance of this arduous task. I don't think I'm going to be getting a full night's rest for the next millenium.

 

At least he's cute. In any case, time continued to continue. The trashcan gets knocked over by a mischevious raccoon every night, our cow plant devours some poor stray and Arwen collects the precious milk, Sundara grew into an adorable toddler, and Arwen searches for a second fellow.

 Don't be fooled. He just ate a booger.

I guess cow plant milk doesn't have to be pasteurized.

 

And so ends this chapter. We will continue our tale in the future. Ask Arwen when; she got a raise and I'm sure she can tell the future by now. Or not. I think she just fell asleep.

 

 

 I did, but then Sundara woke up and was hungry. I've heard of other genies having to perform this task in the past but I simply can't comprehend how they managed. Hopefully I'll get the hang of this soon. I think the stray cat gets more rest than I do. Too bad Galadriel can't take care of anything.

 

I do plenty! Recording all of this for future genie generations is hard work. Of course if you don't succeed in finishing this challenge, there may not be any genies to hear about it. No pressure.

 

 

The cat is mocking your lack of sleep. I can feel it.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One: In Which We Introduce Ourselves

Our story begins on a normal afternoon in Moonlight Falls, maybe it's a bit cloudy, but I digress. A new resident has just moved to town. Her name is Arwen Von Hellse. After having purchased a fine establishment complete with an actual kitchen, bathroom, and bed, Arwen wastes no time in heading to the library to get on the computer. How typical.


Make fun all you want; I think our house is much better than that dingy old lamp. And I might add that I was on the computer starting a fiction novel, not wasting time playing videogames like you. It's my dream you know, to become a famous writer. I guess I shouldn't get famous quite yet, seeing what I've been doing lately...

Anyway, Arwen has a point. It's best to stay under the radar in our situation. And who am I, you may ask? I am Galadriel, a genie spirit guide assigned as Arwen's Watcher for the duration of this... event. Don't break your neck looking for me, because those of my species are invisible in this realm.

After a short duration, Arwen realises that we have hardly any money. What a genius. So she heads to the gypsy caravan to join the fortun-teller career. Hey Arwen, if you can now see into the future, then how does this whole challenge-thing work out?

 You know, I don't appreciate your tone. Just because you are invisible and shapeless doesn't mean you have to be a smart-allek. And no, I cannot see the future just yet. I'm only a beginner in my career, anyway.

 Well that's just too bad. I will do whatever I please. In any case, our lovely and gentle readers may not understand just what is going on.  All these vague and mysterious references we've been making - shame on us! So if you haven't already heard the tale, here's the gist of it:

 

 

We are all genies of a sort. A genie's job is to grant three wishes to those who free us from our lamp. Sometimes our masters don't make the wisest choices in their wishes, and so end up angry and bitter. Friends of these stupid men manage to find a genie lamp of their own and wish for terrible things. Many have wished for weapons capable of killing genies or the magic to do so themselves. As the genie population slowly but surely depletes, it falls upon our beautiful Arwen's shoulders to bring back our species from this sure extiction. The Genie King has ordered Arwen to produce one-hundred children in the hopes that they will be genies themselves or at least pass down the ability in their genes. As an extra precaution, Arwen must also train her progeny in martial arts and logic to be able to defend themselves against the dark forces. All of this must remain a secret to humans, so part of Arwen's assignment is also to end the life of every child's father. I'm sure many genies wouldn't be able to handle the task, but she has been especially picked for this purpose. Almost every genie Arwen knew has been murdered by the Order of the Scorpion, the group of genie-killing fiends. Both her parent were killed as well as her mentor and friends. Arwen has told me herself that she has no qualms about her assignment; every human she ends is one less potential Scorpion. So now that you know, you mustn't tell anyone lest you be extinguished as well.

 

 

 

The rest of the day was uneventful. Arwen visited the catacombs, but only left with a couple hunks of metal. She made dinner (mac and cheese) and then went to sleep.

Hopefull her plans for tomorrow will not be so uneventful.

Though I may fail to actually write a story for some time due to massive amounts of schoolwork, I shall still provide you with a website that I find quite amusing. Don't think about it. Just click. It's simply wonderful. Don't worry, it's nothing your parents would mind you seeing, I believe they would actually like it too. You are being exposed to classic literature.

http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/

An Introduction

This post is simply an introduction of myself and what I plan to do with this blog.

Hello! Thank you for visiting my little corner of the web. Hopefully you will find what you are looking for here. On the Sims 3 website, my username is JuliaAJ; if you have the urge to look me up, feel free. As a person, my favorite things to do are read, play computer games, watch movies, and procrastinate online. I love all animals, but especially those of the feline variety. I have my own opinions, but I will never shove my beliefs in someone else's face. I expect the same. My interests are in mythology, history, and running. The best TV shows are: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Lost, and Heroes. If you want to hear some awesome music, then listen to Joe Bonamassa, Jason Mraz, Lana Del Ray, or Cage the Elephant. I have no idea what to do with the rest of my life; maybe I'll discover a living unicorn or something.

This page will be the site of any Sims 3 stories and challenges I (eventually) write, I will have a section for other Sims 3 pages I recommend, and I might make an opinion post every now and then or recommend good books to read. Please, no vulgarity or spamming in comments. Thank you.