Twenty years worth of study, exploring, and some less than
legal actions, had all lead to this moment, when I held the unassuming oil lamp
in my hands. I began to rub it anti-clockwise while muttering my request in an
otherwise dead tongue.
After a few moments the genie appeared, looking almost
exactly like the one off that cheesy sixties TV show. ‘She’ looked ‘herself’
over.
“Huh. I presume this means Northern people rule now, if this
is the default… Oh, hello Master, you get-“
“I wish to never stub my toes again!”
She blinked, then conjured up a sword.
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