《Quiet Tales of a Forgotten Reaper》Senna Part VIII
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Wishes are kinda strange aren't they? I mean how does something that can be trapped by mere humans be powerful enough to grant wishes with nearly unlimited power. Obviously there has to be a trick to it right? Here is what I think. I think that they cannot control their power. Otherwise they would just free themselves right away, right? That matters little at this point though I think. Shall we continue?
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“I wish to have your power. The power to change reality as I please.” Senna said. (hehehe she wished for ultimate power) Upon hearing this Fenrir looked at her in shocked disbelief. Had she really just wished for his power? “Are you sure about that wish?” He said the shock obvious in his voice. Senna replied with a quick nod of her head. “You won’t like what you receive…” He said trying to persuade her to pick something else. “What do you mean by that?” She said slightly confused by the warning. “If I grant you my power it can’t be undone.” Fenrir said. “Of course it can’t be undone. This is my final wish.” She said as she began to move around the desk. “You seem to be saying to me that this is a bad choice. So, please what is so bad about this wish?” Confidence beginning to show on her face. She had him cornered this time. Even if he twisted her words she would still have his power and be able to remove any side effects.
“You do not want my power. It is a curse. You should not want it.” he said backing up as she started moving forward. Seeing him begin to retreat Senna started moving faster. “Are you not able to grant me my wish” She said. Stepping back further he felt the wall behind him. “If this is what you want then so be it. You foolish child.” With that Fenrir waved his hands in the air. Senna passed out as a wave of energy hit her. The force knocking her body back into the desk.
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A few hours later she woke with a pounding in her head unlike any she had ever felt. “How do you feel” A man said standing above her. “Ughh…” She groaned “Who are you?” The man seemed slightly taken aback by that, though he quickly recovered and and said. “Why I am Fenrir. Are you confused as to why I look like this?” Fenrir looked different than he had before. His hair no longer had the specks of blonde in it ,having become black throughout. His eyes had turned a light green and were normal. His clothing was the most shocking difference, where there had been the clothes of a commoner he now wore the clothes of royalty. On his head was a crown of solid gold with gems of every size, shape and type embedded to form swirling designs and odd shapes. The aura that had surrounded him now seemed a shadow of what it had been. She nodded slightly in response. “It is quite simple really. Your wish drained me of most of my power. I simply couldn’t hold the illusion any longer.” he said with quiet calm. “As you can see this form is quite ‘ostentatious’. This is what I truly look like. As you can see I am a king.”
As he spoke the pounding in her head began to recede rapidly. “So where is my power then? I don’t feel any different other than that pounding headache I had.” She said sounding slightly confused. “The power will build slowly over time. Time of which you now have far too much of. My race, or should I say ‘our’ race does not have a specific age limit.” He said a hint of sorrow showing in his face. Had she heard him correctly? Did he just say she wasn’t going to die? Her eyes opening wide she sputtered. “W..wwait did you just say I am immortal?” Fenrir laughed slightly at that. “I did not say you were immortal. I said there is no known age at which a Djinn has died. Understand that you can be killed just like anyone else.” He said in a serious tone. What would she do with nearly unlimited time to live? Then a thought hit her. Why had he been so against her wishing for this? “Why were you so against me wishing for this? I can see it took your power but as you said it will recover in time. So what is so bad about being a Djinn?” She said as she began to get to her feet.
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As she stood she noticed how clean the room was, how empty it was. A light layer of dust coated the floor and there was nothing left in the room. Looking at her clothes she noticed she too was covered in the dust. As she went to brush it off she noticed how dark the dust was. It wasn’t dust, it was ash. Everything that had been in the room had been turned to ash except her and Fenrir and their clothes. “How long was I unconscious?” She asked, thinking it odd that no one had come to the room despite the force which must have shook the whole castle. “You were only out for a few minutes.” He said “This is ash right? How could everything in the room have burned so quickly?” she said trying to make sense of the rapid disintegration of her father’s study. “Wishes have unexpected results. That leads to our next talk. I didn’t twist your wishes. Wishes have a life of their own, Djinn are simply able to focus the power of the words into a change in reality.” He said starting to move towards the doorway which no longer contained a door.
Following him she said. “Then how come the wishes seem to always come out bad or twisted?” As he passed through the door he turned towards the hall where Kind lay and said. “I don’t know why the wishes turn out that way. You should however be careful what you wish for, at least out loud. As they will come true as long as you have built up enough power.” Looking around senna noticed the hall seemed to have not been affected by the wish. “How do I..” she tried to say before she was interrupted by Fenrir. “Stop asking questions. You have other things to do now. You are still a Queen and have a country to run. I will be leaving now that you managed to free me.” He said sharply. “You’re free? How did I free you?” Her surprise evident. Turning to her he said. “I was too weak for the spell to hold me any longer. Goodbye.” As he finished speaking he waved his hand and vanished.
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Hello and thank you for reading. You may have noticed I added a cover picture. It is temporary till I get around to drawing a new picture for it. Also sorry for the shorter chapter of explanation. I have been rather busy this week plus No Man's Sky Came out... Also, please vote on the poll which chapters you prefer for the story line. Again Thank you for reading
Sincerely, The Author
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