The magic lamp
Drake ran as quickly as he could through the markets. He heard a crazed scream behind him, and ran
faster. “You come back here!!” his angry perturbed wife yelled.
Whoosh.
Arrows sliced through the air.
It seemed everyone was staring at him as if he was a crazed maniac fleeing
from a squirrel. Over him, the
hot sun was beating down on Drakes fatigued body, beads of sweat ran
down his forehead. I have to hide. he thought. Suddenly, he stopped running and
glanced around. He had ran outside of
town, into the middle of nowhere. It was
bleak in the desert, and the sand was a golden color, with an occasional
sparkling grains of sand. Unfortunately,
he heard another scream. Reminding him
of the chase. He started running frantically. He ran and ran till he saw something massive
in the distance, Drake squinted and
looked closely. A cave!
Drake ran toward the cave and intriguingly peeked inside . The cave was dark and eary, he heard the
sound of dripping water, and flapping wings.
He cautiously pursued inside the vacant cave.
Inside, glanced around. There was a
curved, lumpy path, and rocks jutting out of the walls of the cave. He traveled down the path carefully. Abruptly the cave started making a cryptic
sound, Drake listened, and started to approach the melodious music. Minutes later he peeked around the corner,
and saw a shining lamp. Trimmed with rubies and emeralds. It shone rich gold. There was smoke around it. He approached the lamp to hastily retrieve
it, but heard a whisper, commanding, “Take me outside!”
Drake greedily apprehended the lamp, and took it through the curved
path and out the interminable cave.
He studied the lamp until he found a large emerald that read, push me.
Drake pressed the emerald in, and out of the lamp came spewing fire,
and smoke. It looked magical, the smoke
was dark grey, and he saw it transform into a boy
clothed in jewels and expensive clothes.
“You have three wishes, choose them wisely!” the boy bellowed.
“Who are you?” Drake asked,
astonished.
The boy smiled, “I am the proficient gene of this lamp. I can grant you anything you wish for.”
Drake rubbed his hands together greedily, and wished, “I wish to
get rid of my wife.”
“You got rid of a pest, but there are many more.” he mumbled.
Ignoring him, Drake proclaimed, “Next, I wish for servants!”
The boy snapped his finger, and smiled mischievously. “Now for my last wish, I wish to be ruler of
Arabia!”
The boy snapped his fingers once more.
Drake waited greedily for something to happen, but there was
nothing. The young boy started
laughing. “What’s so funny?” Drake demanded, confused.
“I’m not a real gene!!” the boy proclaimed.
The boy started running as the stunned
Drake yelled for him to come back. He
sighed. He was progressing back to the
cave when he heard a battle cry, Oh
great. Drake started running as an
arrow whipped passed him. After
that day, he was never seen again.
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