It was well known throughout Eryth that one does not make deals with Djinn. For if you make a deal with Djinn you grant them access to your body, where they otherwise would be formless spirits; and if you should die while they are in possession of it, they would own your body, permanently.
It was the wish of many Djinn to own a solid form, to be seen, to live and walk and taste and smell; as such, the souls of those who made deals with Djinn often perished soon after.
One would have to be exceptionally manic, exceptionally desperate, or exceptionally greedy to make a deal with a Djinn. Emerita Griisha Fahamood was the latter of these.
It should be explained that in the ancient, rich, desert country of Misad, an Emirit was a nobleman and an Emerita was a noblewoman. The Sheikh (king) of Misad was a one Hasaj Damrit who was in want of a Sheira (queen).
Griisha Fahamood, wishing for this title, found herself a druid to summon a Djinn, bargaining for the kings favor.
"What is it you wish?" The Djinn whispered gently, seductively.
"I wish to catch the attention of the Sheikh, to have the most beautiful looks he has ever seen that he may ask me to be his queen!"
"You will be dead to your family."
"If that is the price."
"Very well, and in return I have your form for two hours every evening. Is it sealed?"
"It is sealed!" Griisha stated eagerly.
Permission granted the Djinn smiled to itself, then flew into the Emerita's body and claimed it as it's own for two hours.
Emerita Griisha Fahamood found herself in a luxurious suite in the Sheikh's court staring into a golden mirror. She stroked her smooth, clear skin, gazing at her own large, almond, chocolate eyes. She ran her finger over wide, full lips and small, perky nose. Her hair, once dull and shoulder-length was now shining black, voluminous curls falling nearly to her bottom. She was in awe of herself, though she had always considered a tiny mouth more attractive and thought blue eyes were more exotic; but if this was what the Sheikh preferred it was what she preferred. She ran her hands over the vibrant reds and orange decorating her skirts and wrap, purring over how the gold embroidery shimmered.
A girl entered, bowing, announcing the Sheikh had requested her. Griisha preened and puffed her chest in satisfaction and followed the messenger girl.
Standing before the Sheikh on his opulent golden throne, she bowed to her knees, thinking him less attractive than rumors had suggested but appreciating the luxury that dripped from every corner of the marble hall.
"Come." Said he with commanding authority and strength.
She rose and approached with the self-awareness and confidence of a strutting peacock.
"Are you well rested? You are not injured from your faint in front of my horse?"
Griisha, having no knowledge of what happened between making the deal with the Djinn and waking in the Sheikh's palace, had to improvise.
"I am much better, highness, I thank you for your care and generosity, I do not deserve it!"
He rose an straight brow. "It is expected I would care for someone I nearly ran over with my steed. However, I did not expect the pleasure of caring for one so fair. I do not know how I have not heard of such a beauty, living so near my courts."
"Thank you, highness." Blushed she prettily, before bowing her head to smirk at the floor.
"You will remain here. I wish you to join me for breakfast every morning, and dinner in the gardens every evening."
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EyrthTales - Short Stories
Short StoryAn ongoing collection of tales and legends from the four corners of Eyrth; most are true, many are embellished. Fairytales you were told as children are much different here. Dark, ethereal, steampunk. You may recognize them, you may not. Welcome to...
