Genie of the Lamp

The lamp began to shake. The metal grew warm. A faint aura surrounded it. It soon became unbearably hot and Azgham dropped it in shock. Azgham jumped to his feet, his injuries forgotten, as a thick red smoke poured out of the spout and filled the room. Azgham could see nothing but red as it clouded his vision and filled his nose with a pungent smell. The putrid smell was overwhelming, like burning wood and choked his lungs. Azgham coughed and gasped for air. He almost collapsed to the ground again, but a strong hand grasped him under his upper arm and steadied him.

As the smoke cleared, Azgham saw another figure standing before him. It was a stocky, burly man dressed in crimson. Azgham gasped.

Jinn.

The legends were real.