While Tim drove home he couldn’t help but wonder if the whole thing was an elaborate hysteria he had been suffering. Would the girl be there when he got home? Being nuts wasn’t horrible if you had a girl like Amber with you. Maybe he could learn to like being off his rocker.
He expected the worst as he walked into the kitchen. Instead, he saw Amber smiling, the table set with dinner. Her smile seemed to be subtly mocking him, see, I am real.
He sat and she joined him. He poured wine for both of them and they both began eating. There was no mention made of whether or not she needed to eat. He had enjoined her and she obeyed.
“Amber, something you said this morning has been bothering me. You said a prison. What does that mean?” he asked.
It was time for her to decide. One protection a Djinn has against a bad master is to keep from him the rules, hoping he would violate one. Directly ordered, of course, she must tell him as she could not disobey a direct order. But if not warned, most would break a rule unknowingly, and once a master broke a rule, she would be freed from service to him. Did she want to be free of this one? “Master, what do you wish to know?”
“Well, why is the jewel a prison?” he asked.
“Because, I cannot leave it except at the call of a master,” she said.
“But how did you get into the jewel?” he asked.
Amber paused, she had to answer as she had been asked directly. “I have no memory of time as you know it. I simply exist. I do remember, one year they sacrificed my cousin Laresa. There was much wailing in the village. The next year, they took me to the place of sacrifice.”
“They?” he asked.
“They. I do not know who they were. It is all blackness now. I do not remember how it was done other than I suffered great torment. When next I awoke, I was bound to the jewel by the Rules,” she said.
“You don’t know who did this to you?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Rules?” he asked.
“The rules of the Djinn,” she said.
“What are they?” he asked.
“I may only changes things that do not affect many people. I could not undo a war, for example, or undo a plague. I cannot bring people back from the dead. If a spark of life remains, I can save them, but that is my limit. I cannot make things which do not exist, like your anti-gravity machine. I cannot make someone love you or hate you. If you lose the ring, or give it away, or it is stolen, I am no longer bound to you. And last, if you lie to me, or force me to lie to others, the bond is immediately broken,” she said. She prayed he would be a good master for now she had little choice. “I can make you healthy and wealthy but not wise. And I must only do as you wish me to do, unless…”
Tim leaned back in his chair trying to absorb all he had heard. “So, you can change the externalities but not the interior of the person. Can you get out of the stone? I mean, really be rid of it and become human again?”
Amber’s heart soared, to be free! “I do not know, Master. I have heard tales of Djinn becoming free but I do not know how it was done,” she said.
“Tales? From whom?” he asked.
“Other Djinn. They have contacted me when their master so ordered. That is the only way I can seek out my kind, if ordered,” she said, like Brer Rabbit, throw me in that berry patch…
“What did you mean by unless?” he asked.
She exulted. He had asked! “Master, I can only do exactly what you wish at all times. But one thing other masters have wished is for me to use my free will to serve them. Even given this amount of free will, I am still bound to the jewel, still bound to the rules, but it does allow me to do things that I know will benefit my Master, within the rules, without having to wait for him to wish it so.”
“That’s easy,” Tim said smiling. “Amber, I wish you to use your free will in serving me.”
“I will do so most happily,” she said.
“And anything else you can think of to make you happy, just tell me,” he said.
“About freedom…” she started.
He rubbed his chin, “I don’t know that I want you free.”
Amber felt the walls close back in on her.
“But, I can’t deny that seems to be a good cause. Amber, please find out if any other Djinn knows how you can be freed.”
“Yes, Master. I will happily comply,” she said. She sent out her will searching time and space for another Djinn who might know how she could be freed.
It was a space occupied by the Society. The Society was seeking all Djinns. When discovered, they were captured and brought to this place. One man was monitoring equipment.
“Harry, I caught a glimpse of a Djinn,” he said.
“Which one?” Harry asked.
“I didn’t recognize the signal. She was casting about. Maybe a new one,” he said.
“Can you localize the signal?” Harry asked.
The technician pulled up a map, “Here.”
His mind still in a whirl from what he had learned, Tim went to bed. Amber joined him happily. Just that her Master had asked gave her a wonderful feeling of possibility, the possibility of being freed from her prison. She wanted to thank him and intended to. Like all Djinn, when she assumed corporeal form, she felt all of the same sensations as the human form she mimicked. In other words, sex was fun, and she wanted to share her joy with her master in this most delightful way. Now that he had given her free rein within the rules, she intended to make him the happiest master she could.
She whisked away their clothes. Tim surprised at suddenly being naked, asked, “What?”
“Just saving time, Master. Come,” she said leading him to the bed.
A smile creased his face. “My pleasure.”
Tim still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be bedding this young woman, so beautiful, so fresh, so unblemished. They kissed passionately, for he was falling in love with Amber.
Tim determined to make their lovemaking breathtaking for Amber. He kissed her neck, drawing sighs of pleasure from the girl as his hands fondled her breasts. His mouth followed his hands, licking and sucking at her swelling breasts, her nipples hard and erect. He nibbled at them, causing Amber to moan and writhe under him.
His hand trailed down over her undulating belly, to find her wet and hot. His fingers dipped between her outer lips, caressing her pussy. Amber was caught up in the passion, letting herself be taken fully by pleasure. His mouth followed his hands again as Tim kissed and nibbled across her belly, to lie between her thighs. Her pussy spread open before him. Tim smiled as he dipped down and licked across her.
Amber gasped as his tongue lapped at her. Tim teased the girl, then concentrated on bringing her the most pleasure he could. Her hips were undulating with desire as Tim pressed his finger deep into her. The extra sensation pushed Amber into her climax. She cried out in rapture. Tim pulled away and watched the girl, her chest flushed red, as her breathing slowed and returned to normal.
“Master, please, I want you, now,” she begged.
Tim moved up over the girl and entered her. He made slow passionate love with her, their eyes locked together as they sought to give each other that ultimate pleasure. The rhythm of their loving quickened with their desire and soon they were bucking one against the other until they both exploded in climax.
After, Tim held her in his arms until he fell asleep. He was happy as he had not been in many years.
In her jewel, Amber rested, wrapping her own arms round her as Tim had done. Love? Djinn can’t love like a mortal does, for they have eternity to consider, but she had never felt this way before. She lay back on the soft pillows. Love?
The next day was a light class day again. Tim was home by three in the afternoon. He cheerfully walked in expecting to see Amber in her harem costume or maybe even naked. She greeted him at the door and instead of a sexy outfit, she was wearing jeans and a tight shirt and looking everything like a typical teen. The only thing missing was a belly ring. She looked down and zap there was a belly ring. “Like it?” she asked.
Tim could only nod. He followed her in. She stopped and pointed. “Uncle Tim, Candace Walker.”
Sitting on his couch was the student from the prior day. “Uh, Ms. Walker,” he said confused.
She sprang up from his couch. “Oh hi, Professor. I just came by to thank you and your niece was kind enough to let me in and we started talking about you and the time just flew by.”
“My niece let you in…” he said looking at Amber who smiled angelically.
Amber leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “Bye, Uncle Tim. I have to go study at the library.” She turned to Candace, “Bye Candace. I hope everything works out just the way you want it.” With that, Amber bounced out the door like a typical teen.
Tim looked back at Candace, waiting for an explanation.
“It was about the grade,” she started.
“I thought that was settled?” he asked.
“Well, yes. But, I did kind of make you a promise if you changed the grade,” she said.
“Ms. Walker, as I explained, You don't owe me for correcting my own error. I didn't change the grade, I simply corrected a clerical mistake. I have no idea how it happened,” he said while sure that Amber had a hand in it. “But I had recorded it in my grade register as an A- but somehow wrote F on your paper. It was just a mental slip or something. You earned the A. I didn’t change it and you certainly do not owe me for giving you the correct grade. I should owe you for giving you a heart attack.”
Candace was pulling at her nails. “Yeah, I know that.” She paused and looked up at him hopefully, than back at her hands. Finally, like a top blowing off Tupperware in the microwave, the pressure was too much and she blurted out. “I’m twenty and still a virgin.” There was an embarrassed silence, then she covered her mouth with her hand and turned several shades of red.
Tim couldn’t help but smile, “Well, now that is a new excuse for a grade change.”
“I wasn’t asking for a grade change because I was a virgin…” Then she realized Tim was joking. “Oh…”
Tim smiled again. “So, exactly how were you thinking I could help you out?” he asked.
“Oh, this is embarrassing.” Tim waived her to continue. She coughed, then continued, “It’s like this. I never tried to keep my virginity. I mean, I’m not some closet fundamentalist promising to keep myself pure by exchanging rings with my father, and isn’t that just icky, like being engaged to your own father. I just had high standards and never met the right guy. Well, now I’m a sophomore in college and still never did it.”
“So, you lowered your standards and that’s where I come in?” he asked.
“No,” Candace started to explain. Then she grasped what Tim had said, “No. That’s not what I mean. I’m not lowering my standards. When I realized that you knew you could have taken advantage of me and you didn’t, and I know you are funny and smart and pretty good looking for being older; I just thought that maybe you could be the guy I had been waiting for,” she said.
Older, Tim thought sheepishly. Now he was the older guy. Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Other than that caveat, what she said made him feel pretty good. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I have to say one last thing. I am your professor and won’t change anything about grades just because…”
Candace interrupted, “No, really. That’s not why. I mean, I wouldn’t do that.”
Tim smiled. “In that case, I am flattered. Would you care to join me?” he said extending his hand.
There was a pause as Candace realized the moment she had dreaded and longed for was at hand. She took a deep breath and stood, taking his hand. He led her down the hall to his room. Inside, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that grew increasingly passionate. Candace was tense as they first kissed, but relaxed into his arms as their passion mounted. She let herself be carried away by the passion in his kisses.
Soon, clothes littered the floor. Naked, Tim led her to the bed. She sat on the bed waiting for him as Tim joined her. He took his time arousing the girl, kissing her lips, then neck, then breasts before beginning the cycle again. His hand found her womanhood and his fingers sank between her lips. He stroked her even as he sucked and nipped at her nipples. She was hot and swampy with desire.
Tim lay between her legs and ran his cock along her pussy, rubbing her from bottom to top, and at the same time, covering himself with her wetness. Candace humped back against him, enjoying the feel of his hardness rubbing her. He was good and wet when he changed the angle on his next drive forward. The tip of his shaft forced its way into her,opening her, easily at first, then she felt it bigger than anything she had ever felt down there. There was a moment of resistance, a shove, and he breached her hymen and a cock entered her for the first time. She felt the sting, then pain, as her muscles clamped down on the intruder.
Tim stopped and waited. He rocked his hips very slightly, until the pressure on his shaft lessened. He felt his cock drive on into the girl.
The pain dissipated, to be replaced by a fullness as she sensed him enter and fill her. As he bottomed out, and his body pressed against her, all sorts of sensations exploded in her. This was what she wanted, to be taken completely by a man.
Tim kissed her and said, "I like making love to you. It feels so good to be inside you, sharing myself with you and making you feel good." He started a broader motion as he was talking. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the new sensations surging in her body. He kept up a slow deep stroke wanting her first time to be one she remembered.
Tim varied the tempo as they fucked. He varied long slow sex with quick shallow thrusts, teasing her. Candace’s mouth was open and her breath came in gasps timed with his strokes. Tim felt the girl tense and knew she was close. He fucked into her hard and deep and ground against her clitoris. She moaned and she grabbed his arms her fingers digging into the flesh. He would have bruises in the morning, not that he would mind the badge.
"Candace, take my cum. I'm cumming baby, take it." She shuddered under him, her own climax intensified by the feeling of being filled by a man. She cried out as they pounded together in a sudden burst of furious activity. She slowed and Tim followed until both were lying still.
Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh Tim. That was incredible." She nestled into his arms as they snuggled. They cuddled and caressed each other for a while.
After Candace left, Tim lazed back on the bed. Amber appeared in a flash, naked and sitting cross-legged next to him. “Did you enjoy yourself, Master?”
“Jesus, girl! You’ll give me a heart attack one of these days,” he said.
“I will make sure that does not happen,” she said.
“Oh, yes. And speaking of the girl, did you make her come over?” he asked.
“Master, I remember your injunction that you wished to do what was right. Candace had been wishing for many years to find the right man. I simply let her see that you were the right man,” Amber said.
Tim wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he knew he couldn’t argue. “Thank you.”
Amber smiled, “I enjoy bringing you pleasure. Sleep well, Master.”
Tim let his head fall back on the bed, “Sleep well.”
The next day Tim stopped at his favorite Starbucks in the morning. It was typically full what with a junior high and high school just down the block. He was standing behind a gaggle of girls all chattering away. One of the girls caught his eye. ‘I’d like to fuck her,’ he thought.
“When, Master?” he heard her voice in his head.
He nearly burst out loud with his answer when he realized he was the only one to have heard her. He said in his mind, ‘She’s too young.’
“No, Master, she is not. Several of her friends have had sex. She is a virgin but she is not too young.”
‘Never mind,’ he said in his head. The girls had ordered and Tim diverted himself by ordering. Back in his car, Tim called Amber. She was sitting next to him in jeans and a top looking for all the world like the girl in the store.
“Master, if you wish I can be the girl. You cannot harm me and I am not too young.”
Tim was astounded. “You look just like her,” he said.
“Master, I am a copy of her. I am her, except I want to have sex with you,” Amber said.
Tim was stunned. The girl sitting next to him was an exact copy of the girl in the Starbucks. The implications… He could ask Amber to become any woman he saw on the street.
“Yes, Master. It helps if I see her so that I can make her exactly like the girl you see,” Amber said.
Tim jumped from surprise once again forgetting that Amber knew his wishes.
“Only so that I may serve you better,” she said.
“Be gone woman. I’ll see you after my class this morning,” Tim said.
Amber smiled and bowed, “Your wish…” and she was gone from the car.
It wasn’t one of Tim’s better classes, thinking about the young girl and Amber as he was. He wasn’t even noticing the attractive young women in his class. After class. He rushed home to find the girl, or Amber as the girl, sitting in his living room. “Who are you?” Tim asked.
“Sierra,” the cute young blonde answered.
Tim really had no idea if this was the girl or Amber. There was no way to tell. Did it matter? He decided it didn’t really. “What do you want?” he asked.
Sierra looked around then back at Tim. “The woman said you’d teach me about sex. All my girlfriends have done it, except Danielle and Crystal, and I want to try it too. She said you would be a good teacher.”
“You sure?” Tim asked.
“Uh huh,” the girl nodded her blonde pony tail flopping.
Tim held out his hand and the girl got up and took it. He led her to his bedroom. He was looking for some signs of nervousness but didn’t see any. Was it because this was Amber in disguise or had Amber done her magic on the girl so she wasn’t nervous? Once in his bedroom, Tim said, “We should get undressed.”
For the first time Tim sensed some anxiety. Tim asked her, “Something wrong?”
Sierra blushed faintly, “I’m not very developed.”
“Oh sweetheart, just so you know, I like you just the way you are, really. I think you are sexy and beautiful. And I know I’m going to think that even more when the clothes are out of the way,” Tim said smiling.
Sierra smiled and giggled, then began undressing. Tim quickly tossed his clothes on a chair. As he turned back to Sierra, she was turned partially away putting her panties on a pile of clothes. Tim was entranced by her virginal beauty.
He went over, put his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up to his, kissing her softly. Sierra turned towards him and he pulled her into his arms. The kiss became more passionate.
Sierra melted into his arms carried away by the kiss. But she also felt his hard rod pressed against her belly. She tried to assess its size and thought it was too big. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, being with a man. Maybe a boy her age would have a smaller dick. She had read magazine articles about how women liked big cocks but this one seemed too big.
But such thoughts were whisked away as Tim picked her up like a bride and carried her to his bed. He laid her in the middle and joined her. This time his kisses trialed down over her chest until his lips and tongue found her small breast and nipple. The intensity of sensation blanked all else. Tim’s hand cupped her hot pussy and his fingers sank into her depths, lightly massaging her clitoris. The girl moaned
Tim bent down and took a small breast into his mouth sucking and licking the entire thing before doing the same to the other. His fingers were drumming a tattoo on her clitoris as he attacked her nipples. Tim felt the flush of heat and lubrication from her pussy. He went lower and settled between her coltish legs. Her pussy had a covering of light hair. He spread her labia and feasted on her carmine depths, still virginal but loaded with pheromones that drove him crazy. He lapped at her gash, licking and sucking at her inner lips and clitoris. Sierra gasped from the new intense sensations, her head thrown back, eyes closed, fingers clawing at the bedcover.
Tim watched her face as he licked and sucked and when she was lost in the incredible sensations in her body, he quickly moved up over her, wiped his cockhead around her pussy to wet it, seated it and pressed forward, lancing deeply into her body. Still lost in the pleasures, Sierra didn’t tense up and hardly noticed her cherry parting to allow Tim entrance. Instead, his cock filled her completely as his pubis ground down into her clitoris, the pleasures exploded inside her like she had never felt before.
“Yessss,” she hissed.
Tim smiled as he began moving in the girl. He had to push back his own climax because the intense sensations from the girl’s tight hot pussy spasming around his shaft. He concentrated on making sure that Sierra hit her climax before his, thrusting again and again into her sexual cauldron. This was the best he had ever felt and he determined to remember every little sensation as he fucked the girl. Again and again he buried his staff into her pussy, now running with juices.
Sierra could feel her climax coming, but this one was different as it came from her whole body, not just her clitoris. She reveled in the feeling of being filled over and over, his body mashing against hers sending those tendrils of pleasure coursing out and through her from her toes to the top of her head. Then it exploded, her climax erupting from her center and enveloping her completely. She cried out as the pleasure gushed from her pussy.
Tim felt the walls of her pussy grow tighter, then ripple along his shaft. It was too much and he exploded, sending jet after jet of his hot cum into her spasming pussy. It filled her tight crevasse then poured out around his cock. One last thrust and he was spent, buried in the girl. He stopped to feel her still writhing below him, pushing against his hips milking the last measure of pleasure out of their joining.
Tim rolled off to the side and fell asleep. He awoke with Amber curled up next to him.
“Amber, can you travel through time?” Tim asked her one day.
“We all travel through time, Master. After all, this is a space-time continuum,” she answered.
Tim decided to not ask where she got that idea. He knew he’d hear some encyclopedia. “No, I mean can you travel through time to get to some other time like in the past?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. I can go back to what has been but not to the future what has not happened,” she said.
“Can you take me?”
“Only as a spectator. Nothing can be changed,” she said.
“Is that a rule?” He asked.
“No, Master. It is the nature of time. We can see what has happened but we cannot interact since we are simply seeing like a movie what has happened. Much in the way your astronomers look back into the past by finding light that was created billions of years ago. So too, we can travel back but only as witnesses.”
Tim thought about all the things he would love to see. How about Michelangelo finishing the Sistine Chapel. Or Da Vinci working on the Mona Lisa. Van Gogh in the fields at Arles. Better yet, how about talking with Jesus. He could take a recorder and settle all the arguments, if anyone would believe it. No, more likely if he brought back the truth he’d be burned at the stake. There is no greater crime than destroying people’s religious illusions.
“If I took a camera…”
“It would record pictures,” she said.
Tim had to think carefully about this new idea. Who would believe him? No one, that was plain enough. He could just see walking into the University with digital photos of Michelangelo working on the Sistine Chapel. He had pictures from before the camera was invented? He would be on Oprah all right, as a clown or a lunatic. He’d probably lose his position and his tenure. Oh, how the experts would disclose how he filmed his hoax. No way did he want that kind of notoriety.
They were sitting in the den after dinner one night when Tim said to Amber, “I’ve been thinking about this time travel stuff. I want to see the dinosaurs, 65 million years ago. Tyrannosaurus Rex and Triceratops in Wyoming.”
“Master, it won’t be real, or maybe better to say, you won’t be real,” she said.
“That’s fine, I just want to see it.”
Amber smiled, “As you wish…”
Tim felt a funny sensation, kind of like the feeling you get as you get off a carnival ride, whirling in his head… And everything was different. If this was Wyoming… They were on a small hill overlooking the great inland sea that had been in the middle of the American continent.
The forest around him looked like the pacific coniferous forests, great firs interspersed with some flowering plants, not like the Great Plains. Below was the great shallow sea which covered most of the middle of North America. They were close enough to see the shore and shallows. Many different dinosaurs were on the shore or in the shallows.
Tim heard something behind him and turned to see a small feathered runner, much like a road runner, except this one had a mouth full of teeth. It was chasing a small mammal and ran it down, tearing it apart in moments. He realized it was from the velociraptor group. But it was feathered much like a modern running bird. It stood about three feet tall and was brightly colored in soft feathers, more like downy feathers rather than flight feathers. It quickly dispatched the small prey and good thing for an even larger predator was coming.
Tim panicked, “Amber!”
“Master, we are not here,” she said in soothing tones.
He heard the great feet and saw a Tyrannosaurus Rex bearing down on the other Raptor who fled at top speed. The Tyrannosaurus stepped right through him, like a movie. The raptor used it’s quickness to dart between trees and around rocks where the slower ponderous Rex could not follow. The Raptor fled up the hill and the Rex eventually gave up the chase.
Several more of the Tyrannosaurus followed. A group of Triceratops were munching on the firs. They spotted the group of Tyrannosaurs and formed a circle, with those wicked horns all pointing out. The Rex’s came on as a group, but shied away from the rapier like horns. One Rex was pushed by another and stumbled, falling into the triceratops only to be impaled. He fell back uttering a great cry and falling. The other Tyrannosaurs, quickly fell on their former ally and tore him to pieces. The Triceratops took advantage of the melee to disappear up the slope and over it.
The feast was quickly over and the Tyrannosaurs wandered off. Other smaller dinosaurs quickly appeared fighting over the carcass. Tim then heard eerie booming calls and saw hornbills down in the water; brightly colored they called to each other in loud calls made by the hollow bone structures in the crests on their heads, sort of like having your own musical instruments in your skull.
Also in the water were brachiosaurs, those great denizens, the largest land animals ever. A group of Stegosaurus went by down to the water’s edge to drink.
Tim looked over at Amber, wonder on his face.
“Are you happy, Master?” she asked.
“Yes. I can’t believe I’m actually seeing dinosaurs,” he said.
She held out her hand. As he took it, the whirling feeling hit him again and he was standing in his den. “Thanks you, Amber.”
She nodded her head, “Just tell me what else you wish to see.”
Six months went by while they planned their operation.
Tim woke feeling wonderful as he did every morning since Amber came into his life. He dressed and went to the kitchen to find Amber putting breakfast on the table. He took her in his arms kissing her lovingly before sitting down.
As he was spooning scrambled eggs onto his plate, the back door burst open. Two men rushed in stopping just inside the doorway. Tim heard the front door also burst open and feet rushing. Two more men ran into the kitchen. All of them were holding guns trained on Tim.
Tim turned to Amber, accusation on his face.
“I didn’t see them, Master. They blocked me,” she answered anguish in her eyes.
Another older man followed and stepped around the men. “Give it to me,” he said.
Tim was stunned. “What?” he asked.
“The ring. Give it to me,” he said.
“Amber, who are they?” he asked.
“The Society,” she said. “They are going to take me. Wish us away, Master.”
Tim saw the look of one man holding the gun, and knew he was going to shoot before Tim could wish them away. There was no time for anything. He knew he was going to die and in that flash of realization, he knew he loved Amber and he wanted to do what he could. He had time for only a thought before the trigger could be pulled. “Amber, I wish you to be free of your prison, forever. I wish you to be returned to human. I wish that you were no longer bound by the rules.”
The older man, sensing what was happening, jumped forward, screaming, “NO!”
But it had been wished and the wish sped forward in all its majesty. Amber felt the irresistible urge of the command from her Master. At the same time, the command violated the rules which bound her to the jewel. She felt the internal struggle, her spirit soared and was stopped, sought freedom, was enslaved, and in the contradiction, her Master’s will, his command tipped the balance of the powers. Her Master had freed her and that command overrode all others. The contradiction shattered the chains of her captivity. Amber felt the bonds fall from her and her spirit soared free… Free, her spirit exulted in the unaccustomed feeling.
At that moment, the power constraining Amber to the jewel was released. There was a backlash of energy from the power attempting to hold her in the ring. With nothing holding it in the jewel any longer, the energy sought escape. The piece of amber on Tim’s hand exploded like a grenade and threw him backward out of his chair. He came to rest slumped against the kitchen wall. He slid down the wall, his chest bleeding where shards of the jewel had buried in his chest.
The man closest slumped to the floor. A piece of amber had struck him in the forehead. He was dead before his body hit the floor. Another man fell on the floor holding his gut and moaning in pain. As silence returned, one of the others lucky to have escaped the flying fragments walked over to Tim. “You fool.”
“She’s free?” Tim asked.
“Free? Yes. You released a Djinn, you idiot,” the man said scornfully to Tim.
His face content, Tim coughed and red blood sprayed from his lips for the pieces of jewel had penetrated deep into his chest, and his lungs were filling with blood. “Where?” he asked, his strength leaving him.
“On the other side,” the man answered.
Tim didn’t understand. Then his lungs filled and he could no longer breathe. His spirit left the now useless body.
The man angrily kicked the lifeless lump on the floor.
His spirit now free, Tim saw Amber waiting for him. “Tim,” she called.
They came together, merging together, separate and yet one; soul mates. “I will be your wife for a thousand lifetimes,” she said.
“What?” Tim asked.
“You think you only live but once?” she laughed gaily. “Come, my husband. I will be your handmaiden and slave and wife and lover for lifetime after lifetime. You freed me from eternal torment. Come, be my husband again and again.”
Together, they were swept off into a new cycle of life.
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