The past

“No… no please… let me go…” Daisy cried as she was dragged through the caves.

“Quiet, girl… or we’ll throw you into the pit…” the big, burly man leading the group said as they entered the passage into the chamber.

“A soul for a soul… power for power… blood for blood…” she began to mutter

The man took out a knife and held it to daisy’s face.

“Unless you want to die here and now, I suggest you SHUT UP…”

They continued towards the plinth. The lamp sat there, shiny and clean.

The burly man rubbed it.

A black mist flowed from the spout and an even larger man appeared.

“I am El-Sad… genie of the lamp… who calls for me?”

“I am Grog the mighty… I am here because I have heard tales of you… mighty El-sad… once you lay waste to all you once laid your eyes upon… now you are trapped in this lamp.”

“Master… what do you wish of me?”

“I understand I receive three wishes, correct?”

El-Sid nodded.

“I have all three right now. First… I wish for immortality. That no man may slay me! Second… I wish for invincible armor for my warriors… and lastly… I wish to free you from your confinement, so that you may ride by my side and I will share with you all that we shall take.”

“Wishes the first and the second are easy…” El-Sid said as he snapped his fingers “but wish the third comes with a requirement.”

The warriors dragged Daisy forward.

“That someone must take your place… I offer this **** girl as your replacement.”

“Bring her to the altar… draw her blood and let it fall upon the lamp and then say ‘genie… I offer this soul in place of yours that you may return to the mortal plain…”

“No… please…” Daisy screamed as the men dragged her to the stone. They pulled up the lace covering she had on and Grog drew his knife, slicing her wrist open and letting the blood fall on the lamp.

He repeated the line, and smoke began to surround Daisy pulling her into the darkness.

Daisy awoke with a start.

“Holy… what the fuck was all that…”

She got up and ran down to where Jemma was checking on the girl.

“Does the name Grog mean anything to you?” Daisy asked her.

She tensed up and shook.

“No… but… I feel fear…”

Jemma looked at her best friend “what the hell?”

“Last night… I dreamed.” Daisy said “I dreamed I was her… being put in the lamp…”

“What?”

“There was the big guy… said his name was Grog… and there was this other guy… el… something… and he was the genie before her…”

“And you dreamed all this?”

Daisy nodded.