The Bottle
You are led into a hot,stuffy room. But still, it smells of the sweetest flowers of the most vibrant colors. An elder, old woman is sitting by a table. The table has food, and a bottle with jewels plastered onto it. The woman smiles. "I've grown old and weak. My firstborn child was a failure. I should say, is to be a failure. Instead of receiving my daughter, I have been cursed," she coughs. She coughs violently until she is taken away to her bedroom. You are pushed in to a dark, cold cellar. Soon, a young girl comes. She is strikingly beautiful, with cascading curls of gold shining next to her milky white face. Her lips are like to rosebud petals. Behind her, are many men. They carry roses and chocolates, desperately wanting to marry her. But she shakes them away. "You must wonder furiously what is to become of you. But before I reveal that, I must tell the complete tale," she sings.

"It was the time of birth. When love was stupid and new babies was all that mattered. The woman you just met, is being forced give birth to a child that was not her own. That is why she said her firstborn child would be a failure. She thinks she could not even live to see the birth of her daughter. Or should I say, the jeanie's daughter. Her daughter will be a jeanie, because she did not want to be used like all these girls of today are. Birthmothers, they are called. They give birth, and their children are taken away from them. So she proposed to the Ruler of Fantasy, HoneyDew, to give her another destiny. HoneyDew chose that she would give birth to a jeanie. Jeanies are rare. Their births are never witnessed. That is because the mother is never to see them. She is to be alone, and her eyes are to be stitched closed. She pleaded for yet another fate, but HoneyDew did not reply. She only said that if she could find another to take care of her daughter, she would relieve her of her duties and her daughter would be delivered as an Egg. She agreed. She has not found anyone to take her place, and her time is running out. This might not sound so horrid, because I have not told you that that woman is 15 years old. And as old as she looks, she is still young and is going to be put to death after the birth of the Jeanie. Well, so much trouble over a baby Jeanie! Anyway, YOU MUST TAKE THE JEANIE! You cannot refuse. If you don't take her, we are surely doomed.


What will you do?

Leave me alone! I don't want to help you! Let me go home!

I will help you! After all, I'll just be carrying a Jeanie Egg on my homepage.