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.