Yet another story that I had in a sneak peek! Another experiment, but one I'm kinda excited about! I hope you enjoy it as well!

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Two Thousand Years Ago

She bit her bottom lip as she stood in the center of the great ring surrounded by her peers and candles on the floor, and slowly lifted her blue-green eyes to meet the one who would give his judgment.

"Caroline of Baghdad, you have denied the choice of freedom from your servitude, and with this knowledge, you are henceforth banished from this place." The Blue Djinn remarked, leaning forward with cold eyes.

Caroline lifted her head higher, and showed her determination on her face. She would not falter. She would not. She had chosen freedom. He just didn't know it. She had chosen the freedom of never marrying him, and instead put her faith in finding a master who would set her free or be kind.

"I accept your decision, Great One." She returned her voice strong and unwavering.

He glared at her, and slowly stood up. Holding out his right hand, a purple and gold bottle with a narrow neck and jeweled top appeared in his hands. His blue eyes remained steel and cold as his blue skin radiated the anger he was feeling. On his head was adorned a golden crown, signifying his importance to the realm of the Genies.

Caroline was a young one, a novice, who had received her powers since her birth, and had been groomed to either be the Blue Djinn's bride or a servant to man. She had chosen the latter, for the better reason that she could still have the choice. With the Blue Djinn, she knew the consequences, and she could not subject herself to that.

Slowly, he pulled the top out of the bottle, and sneered as he tilted the bottle towards her. "In time, you will change your mind, Caroline." He whispered, leaning forward.

She resisted the urge to throw up at his feet, and instead just glared at him. "I will not." She stated, standing her ground.

He pursed his lips together, and glared roughly at her. "Then may you never again see the light of day, Caroline of Baghdad." He stated, watching her coldly.

With a hard glare at him, she turned her gaze to her mother, who was standing on the other side of the circle of judgment, and smiled. With no words, she sent her mother her love, and saw her mother return her words, before turning to look at the man who controlled her destiny, at least for now.

With a satisfied sneer, he mumbled an incantation, and Caroline gasped as her body turned to a blue smoke to match her two piece uniform, and drifted towards the bottle.

She stood in the barren bottle, and slowly lifted her head to glare up at the enlarged eye glaring down the hole. With a wave her hand, she covered the view, and created a few furnishings around her. With a rough jerk of the bottle, she watched as the inside grew dark, and she knew this was going to be toughest part of her judgment.

The waiting for the right master to set her free from her prison.

Such is the role of a Genie.

Please be kind!

I know most of my stories are ones that many don't like, but I never can get them out of my head, so I share them on here. Anyway, next chapter will be up tomorrow!

Like others, I've decided to update my stories on the weekend, with few exceptions!

Next Chapter: Caroline meets her new master, and sparks fly.

Until Next Time...