Chapter 4: The Witch House—“Where Fear Walks”
The second lightning bolt slammed into Simon, he felt his muscles tensing on their own, and his whole being felt as if he had fire running through millions of paths through his body at the same time.
~Damn it to hell...I'm falling unconscious again.~
It felt like he was simply falling asleep. That was different from the last bolt's effect. He tried to shake the sleep away, but he could not. He felt an combination of panic, mixed with curiosity, he have never fallen into a dream where he was aware that it was a dream.
Perhaps it was the crone's magic or maybe a leftover effect from the Devil's Dreambloom; he thought of Cela and Skye, were they in danger?
But the dream demanded his focus and his friends fell away from his thoughts.
He was moving, through a void, completely black, but, he could see himself.
~Typical dream,~ he thought, ~No logic. Why can I not feel the ground under my feet; yet I am walking. I wonder to where?~
How long he was moving in the strange darkness, he could not say. It seemed to be a very long time, ~But,~ he thought, ~what is time in a dream? I might experience days or weeks or years, and yet I wake up to find that only a night has passed.~
The warlock pondered this for for some time, before noticing that an orangey-red light was visible in the distance. There was no frame of reference to estimate the distance but this time, logic seemed to hold, as the light grew in size and intensity as he got closer. ~It looks like it might be a torch, or perhaps a campfire, but fire no doubt.~
Then a thought occurred that frightened the warlock, could it be Hazim summoning him? The thought had barely crossed his conscious (or unconscious) mind when suddenly he stopped moving and was suddenly at the fire (he innately knew it was the fire he had been watching). It was no torch or campfire. It was wall of fire, as high and as wide as he could see.
The warlock shuddered, knowing that it was Hazim.
And then he passed though that vast wall of flame. It burned him intensely and he screamed in agony. He looked down knowing that his body was about to disappear to ash, and he would be no more. But he was not burning, even his wooden staff was not alight, but the pain he felt was real, and he screamed some more before everything went black again.
"Wake up, maggot."
Simon's eyes fluttered open. ~How was it possible to be alive after that pain?~
As he regained consciousness (not certain, but feeling that this was no dream) he slowly looked around. He was sitting on a floor, made of black obsidian. The room he was in, was large, several dozen paces in length and width, and the ceiling was easily the height of ten men or more. To his left was a large arched window, completely open with no glass or shutters. Simon thought he glimpsed massive buildings with great gold domes and spires, ~It looks like home...~ his thought was cut short, when he saw the other occupant in the room.
"Hazim! It was you that brought me here. What is this about? We have a bargain, you..."
"Silence, son of a whore!" The efreet cut off the warlock, and the anger in his eyes brooked no argument.
"Do not be so foolish to think that one as pathetic and useless as you, has any rights with respect to me!"
Simon's ego kicked in, "I freed you, you were bound to grant me three wishes and those wishes cannot be taken back, even by you!
In the library I read a great many scrolls and books that spoke of the power of genies and yet how they were bound to the rule of granting wishes if they were freed..."
"I said SILENCE!" The efreet grabbed the warlock like a child picking up a rag doll, and pushed his finger into Simon's mouth.
The man tried to scream but the efreet's hand blocked his mouth and it was all he could do to breath while his mouth burned. "Now you will be quiet." Simon coughed out the ash that used to be his tongue, before welcoming the faint that embraced him.
Simon woke. How much time had passed he did not know, and it was inconsequential. His hand went to his mouth, praying to the gods that it was all a dream. But it was no dream his tongue was just a stub in his mouth. He screamed, but it sounded so inhuman that he stopped.
Then he realised that he was no longer in the black room.
He was sitting on the floor (again) this time it was stone, not tiles, yet it was as smooth as marble. As he took in his surroundings, it seemed that the floor and walls, and the ceiling were all one piece of stone; as if he was sitting inside a massive, hollow boulder. Then he heard the voices and he shakily got to his feet.
He saw Hazim sitting on a stone chair at a large stone table (both of which appeared to grow out of the floor) across from a blue-skinned being. ~Another genie!~ Simon realised but not of fire, like the red-skinned Hazim. This one was sitting on a stone chair too, but he seemed to be floating above it.
"Hazim!" the warlock screamed at the efreet, but all that came out was a guttural noise.
"The filthy dog of a human is awake", Hazim said to his blue-skinned counterpart.
"Why can he no longer speak? Hazim? What have you done?"
"I removed his impertinent tongue, because he disobeyed my command to be silent."
"By all things holy, you are truly repugnant."
Hazim's eyes flashed with anger, and he looked to push away from the table to stand. But the table did not move, nor did the chair and the efreet fell back into his chair.
A deep rumble of a laugh emerged from the back of the room, where Simon realised, stood a third genie! This one was dark-brown like the stone of which the room was built.
Hazim's eyes narrowed in anger as he looked to the genie at the back of the room, "Asmar, do not mock me, else I will flay you alive and feed you to the crows."
This brought an even louder laugh from the third genie. "Hazim do not threaten me in my home. It is unbecoming of you, and it might raise my ire enough to blow you out like a candle. Your behaviour is without honour. Finish your business with Saraamosh and then depart."
The blue-skinned genie, sat quietly while Hazim finished his tantrum, before speaking again. "Our agreement was for the human to be delivered unharmed, Hazim. And now you tell me you have removed his tongue!"
"I told you he was speaking out of turn! Besides, I am sure that the mighty Saraamosh the Patient will be able to repair this minor damage to the dung worm," Hazim said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Saraamosh nodded in agreement, "True enough. But it still does not excuse you from not meeting the terms of the bargain. Nonetheless, I will accept the human as is, in payment of your debt to me. Asmar, you are witness to this transaction between Hazim and myself."
The third genie nodded, "I do bear witness to the transaction."
"Then our busisness is complete. Good bye Hazim. I trust we will not cross paths any time soon."
"If our paths cross Saraamosh, it will in battle!" With that, Hazim slid sideways out of the chair, transformed into a ball of flame and vanished.
"Thank you for the use of your home as neutral ground, Asmar. I apologise for bringing the ill behaviour of Hazim here."
The blue-skinned genie, apparently named Saraamosh turned to look at the human. "And now, Sahm'ian al-Dhib, we will leave Asmar in peace. We need to come to an understanding before you return home."
Saraamosh transformed into a whirlwind into which, Simon is drawn, like a dead leaf in the wind. As he spun, Simon sees the stone walls fade away.
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