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/