A few years later, Vicente and Antonella were married, no-one having any problem with it thanks to some “persuasion” from Alexis. The two of them lived happily for the rest of their lives, but that time only lasted until 1469. The still-youthful Alexis and Antonella looked over at the old-dying Vicente.
“My darling, it pains me to see you so full of sorrow,” he said.
“Father, you should not be saddened, it is we who are about to lose you,” said Antonella.
“Do you wish for anything, Master?” asked Alexis.
“Another lifetime, but I know that is something you cannot give me. I wish it were possible to simply pass you on to Antonella, but I know in a few decades she would simply succumb to the same fate as I am.”
“Well Master, there is the thing we discussed, but I do think you should consult her first,” said Alexis.
“Yes…Antonella, I am bound to Alexis, and as such, I must die at my appointed time. But I could save you. I could give you eternal life with Alexis’ power.”
“What do you mean, father?”
“I could give you eternal life. One wish and you would live forever. And I could have Alexis give you magical powers. So you could live forever with this magical happiness.”
“But I wouldn’t be happy without you, father,” she said.
“Please Antonella, let me do this, I want you to live and be happy.”
“You could always kill yourself if you didn’t like it,” Alexis said. “You’d have that power. Trust me, there have been times I’ve wished I wasn’t immortal, but it’s mostly great. Trust me, you want this.”
“Alright father, I trust you. But you promise I could stop this whenever I want?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, then do it.”
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As Antonella sat on the floor in her cell, she thought about her long life. All the things she’d seen, all the wonderful (and all the not-so-wonderful) people she’d met. And how stupid she’d been by coming here. She knew she had to someone stop these people’s plans. She had to get out of here.
“Hello there,” she said, smiling at Barakaat, who was guarding her cell. “Don’t suppose you’re going to let me out, are you?”
“I was ordered not to by my Master.”
“Yes, I know. But the thing is, you’re a genie. You could just twist his words to do something he doesn’t necessarily want. You could give me teleportation abilities. Then you’ve not let me out, just given me teleportation abilities.
“Then my Master would punish me. And anyway, I hardly think that would count.”
“Listen, do you really want those nutters to get their way? What do you think’s going to happen? They’re going to lock all of you away somewhere. Do you really want to spend all eternity trapped in your lamp? Or worse, all your brothers and sisters being trapped in their lamps while you and Miguin are used to rule the world? Because that’s what they’re after really. They don’t want peace, they want control.”
“I want whatever my Master wants.”
“You don’t really though, do you? That’s just a face you put on. Admit it, you don’t like their plans.”
“What good would that do? Neither of us can do anything about it.”
“Yes we can. There’s another lamp upstairs, isn’t there? You could go and get that, I could rub it, and then anything after that point is out of your control.”
“My Master would force me to admit what I did and he would torture me.”
“And I’m sorry for that, but it’s for the good of the world. For both the genies and the human race. Who was your Master before Frank? The one they presumably took you from?”
“…A little Australian girl called Olivia. Only 10 years old she was. They lured her in to their trap with promises that were obviously lies, but she wouldn’t listen to me. That was the last I ever saw of her.”
“Olivia is dead now, and far more will end up like her if you don’t help me, along with many living people suffering. Do you want that on your conscience? I’m sorry if Frank punishes you, but there is a lot more at stake right now than that.”
“I couldn’t do it anyway. I was ordered to stay here and guard you.”
“So clone yourself. Send the clone to go and get the lamp. Please, the fate of the world depends on it.”
“….Fine. But just know that my suffering is because of you.”
Barakaat snapped his fingers, and a copy of himself appeared, walking off. While she waited, Antonella thought about what she was doing. When she rubbed that lamp, she would be subject to the Master-specific genie rules. Meaning that her immortality would no longer work, and she would be required to die at her appointed time. That time being nearly five centuries ago. She didn’t know how quickly the magic would take hold, but she suspected she wouldn’t have long to make her wish.
The Barakaat clone returned and threw the lamp to Antonella, before disappearing.
“Just do it quickly before someone notices,” said Barakaat.
“I will, and thank you,” Antonella said. She braced herself, and picked up the lamp. It was colder than she’d expected, but then, she’d never touched an unbonded lamp before. She’d never dared risk it. Bracing herself for the end, she began rubbing the lamp. As soon as she did, she cried out in pain, dropping the lamp as she did.
“Are you alright!?” Barakaat shouted.
“No, but don’t worry, I expected this…” Antonella said in her pain. She looked at the lamp, which had begun spewing out lilac-coloured smoke, which formed into a naked girl.
“Greetings Mistress, I am Fahima,” she said.
“At this moment I really don’t care,” Antonella said, her voice growing weak. She looked down at her hands, and she could see herself ageing before her eyes, as more than five centuries began catching up on her.
“Mistress, what is happening to you!?” Fahima exclaimed as she saw Antonella.
“Fahima, I wish for…I…In my mind…look into my mind…There’s a message I want to send. Make that message into a letter, then send it to the location in my mind…”
“Um, yes Mistress,” Fahima said, snapping her fingers. “Mistress, what is wrong with you?”
“I…now send me there too…And you too…” Antonella ordered. Fahima snapped her fingers, and the two of them were suddenly in Mary’s bedroom back at Antonella’s house.
“What’s that?” Mary sat up in bed, turned on her light, and saw the two of them. “What’s going on!? …Antonella! Oh my God, did you rub a lamp!?”
Mary ran down to her, and held her in her arms. Antonella was now a very old lady, though she was still alive and in immense pain as her body continued aging.
“Antonella, quick, unbond yourself” said Mary. “I’ll have Christophe help you.”
“Excuse me Miss, but it would appear that my Mistress is dying of old age at an alarming rate,” said Fahima. “Her death is now a certainty, I’m afraid.”
Antonella had long since lost the ability to speak, and was still aging in Mary’s arms. Mary watched as the woman who’d been her mentor for decades slowly died. When it was all over, Mary was left clinging on to a crumbling skeleton. A body which has just had 500 years of degradation in a few minutes.
Near to what used to be Antonella, Mary saw the message she’d had conjured for her, neatly packaged in an envelope. Before she could get it, however, she saw Fahima turn back into clouds of smoke, which were then sucked back into her lamp.
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Author’s Message: This Chapter has been up elsewhere online for a while but it only just going up on here now due to taking nearly 4 weeks for the mods to finally let Chapter 7 through. It’s currently the 29th of June, let’s see when this chapter is finally approved.
So back in Chapter 6 I mentioned that chapter contained foreshadowing. Go back and see if you can find it! Also go back to Chapter 11 of A Boy and his Genie and you’ll see the first hint of Antonella’s past (Although that’s mostly a throwaway line I decided to pick up on). What I’m trying to say is I planned Antonella’s origins ever since I introduced her. I didn’t just make it up now. Way back in August when I first started this story Antonella was going to be a completely different character, but I’ll go into that another day.
Something I’ve also always planned is bringing back Alex Brookman. Although this story was far off at the time, part of the reason I didn’t get kill off (Or send to an alternate dimension) Alex Brookman in the first place was so I could potentially bring him back, and his return is something I’ve hinted at all through this story. It’s certainly something I’ve had planned.
Incidentally, you may think you’ve spotted some problems with Alex Brookman’s plan. And maybe you have. But please trust I have this all figured out and things will become clear as the story develops.
For Daniel’s sex scene with Asrah I sort of wanted to show an element of “Like older brother, like younger brother” with Daniel going to large excesses in sex, much as Harry has done for the past 7 months. I also spent a while thinking about who he could conjure up to have sex with. Miss Parker was a must, making her return from Abducted on a School Trip (And a brief mention back in Chapter 1). Both Robinson boys have now fucked her, linking again with Daniel being more like his brother than he’d like. As for the other girls, I considered making it just some random girls from one of his classes, but then I decided to make it a girl band, which I now as I write this realise would have linked into one of the things Sarosa said Harry did in Chapter 7. But then I had the problem of “What’s a modern girl band that Daniel is likely to be a fan of? (Or rather, whom he’d probably like to fuck). All the ones I could think of haven’t been current for a while. I did consider the Kamen Rider Girls which isn’t so far-fetched for Daniel to be a fan of (They’re shit though) but I realised it’d be a bit too obscure for the readers. So I went with the 3 most attractive NuWho girls (Although Season 17 Romana beats Amy) because they’re girls Daniel may know of, want to fuck, and may be known to the readers.
So that’s all for this chapter I believe. FYI I have no idea how long this story will end up being. Depends how long the story I’ve got planned ends up being. But bye for now. Chapter 9 is in progress. God knows when I’ll finish it. And God knows how long it’ll take to go up on here even when I finish it.
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