The Djinn

The Djinn

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A shortstory collection featuring The Djinn and his bird Surran.
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Summary

A shortstory collection featuring The Djinn and his bird Surran.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Djinn and The Sultan

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Written 2017/05/10

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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The Djinn sat on his small matress. His eyes were closed and his moustache robust and rigid. Then he tilted his head upward. His eyes glared at the sun. The Djinn stretched his body and began flying. Two eyes on a condensed, sleeping bird opened. The bird, who sat on top of The Djinn’s head, shook its small head, its small beak following the flail, and together the Djinn and Surran flew towards the great palace of the skies.

When The Djinn arrived the air around its hand swirled like a galaxy. It formed a blade, a blade long believed to have been lost with the desert winds. Arefran, the blade of the seven winds, made those of frail hearts shiver. They knew The Djinn had arrived.

Surran opened his beaks and The Djinn looked to his sides. He comforted Surran but still kept his eyes towards the palace guards who seemed oddly triumphant.

The sands take them all. The Djinn thought and then entered the grand, golden palace.

Even though The Djinn had learned of this since decades ago he still could not believe a human sultan sat on the throne. The sultan’s eyes were bulging, large and eclipsed by humungous, black crescent marks below them.

His beard: small and twined. His neck: thin and scarred. His hand shook as it rested on the scepter of the caliphs.

So.” The Sultan said slyly.

The Grand Djinn of the old has come to my palace. Is it to gift me with his blessing, to bestow me a virgin maiden...” The Sultan showed now his true fury.

...or to concede his arrogance and grant me the blade he so ruthlessly stole?!”

The Djinn, in truth, did not tolerate The Sultan’s arrogance but he let it pass for now it was the turn of the magical entity to speak.

I have watched your reign and rulings over the decades.” The Djinn said. Slowly he walked towards The Sultan.

I have seen you feast on the harvest of your ancestors but to have never sown riches of your own making.”

What is the meaning of this?”

And I have seen you watch others oblige to the duties you swore by your life to attend to.”

The Djinn raised his blade and sweat ran down The Sultan’s forehead.

Guards! Arrest this lunatic!”

But no guard answered for they knew who was the greater authority.

Sultan, you are dismissed.”

And with one slash blood gushed through the now open neck.


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