|A Genie's Point of View
Author: justawriter33 PM
Castle in the Air from Howl's point of view. Sequel to my other story. This is the result of me breaking my promise. :D. Book by Dianna Wynne Jones. HIATUSRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,511 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 08-20-10 - Published: 08-17-10 - id: 6247567
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Sorry, no update in a long time. I was tired and cranky...and I couldn't find the book. So I started a new story, about Percy Jackson and the Olympians, blah blah blah. PLease check it out!
So...yeah. I was also on vacation. Did I mention that I want to live in Hearst Castle? Awesomest place ever.
Howl quickly found out that he was able to conjure up chairs, tables, and all sorts of stuff. So he conjured up a television, got mad at it, kicked the screen-which broke, so he had to conjure it away. Then he conjured a bed and slept.
He was rudely awoken by the cork jerked out of the bottle.
Groaning, Howl became mist again and whisked out of the bottle. Honestly! Howl thought. Genies need sleep too! "I SAID ONE WISH A DAY!" Howl howled. (**Author here***haha, see what I did there?) For some reason, Kabul Aqba was gone and instead Abdullah was there.
"Yes, well, this is a new day, O mauve magnificence, and I am your new owner," Abdullah said. "And this wish is simple. I wish these chains of mine gone."
"Hardly worth wasting a wish on," Howl said contemptuously and cast the spell. Then he went back into the bottle, where he slept again on his bed.
His dreams were full of djinn. The djinn was wrecking the moving castle, with Calcifer and Sophie in it. Howl was yelling at him to stop, stop it!, but the djinn was not listening. Finally, he stopped and Howl dragged out Sophie's limp and lifeless body, but her stomach was curiously flat...
Howl sat straight up.
What happened to Morgan?
Sophie and Howl had decided to name the baby Morgan, because Martha insisted that the name start with an M, and Sophie wanted to stick with that wish.
"A boy of mine needs a powerful, a surreal name that enchants all the ladies around him," Howl had said.
"Oh, like yours?" said Sophie sarcastically. "Howl Pendragon? Anyway, if he wants to change his name to something powerful and surreal when he grows up, we'll shorten his name to 'Morg'."
"What kind of name is 'Morg'?" Howl had asked indignantly.
So Sophie had won that argument. And the next one. But he had one the third one, so Sophie promptly cut up another one of his suits, which he had to repair.
Howl flicked to another memory. Sophie had been asking him to put up a shelf in their room. Howl had said that he would do it later, and kept on saying that three months later. So Sophie had gotten Michael to put up the shelf and then led him to it. She asked him what was different about it.
Howl just knew that there was something different about the wall. He just didn't know what. So he took a wild guess.
"You whitewashed again?"
Sophie had stormed off.
Later that day, Sophie was taking out her frustration on the castle, cleaning it again. Howl had watched her, thoroughly bemused. Michael had came up and whispered what Sophie was so angry about.
That night, Howl had apologized.
Howl could see through the smoky glass that Abdullah was sleeping, and it was night. Since Howl had already slept ten to twelve hours, he paced the rest of the night.
In the morning, Abdullah wrenched the cork out of the bottle. Howl transferred to smoke and rose out of the bottle, grumpy and sad. So he wasn't very happy when he saw Abdullah smiling. "What are you smiling about?"
The young man didn't even pay a whit of attention to Howl and waved him away. "My wish, O amethyst among genies, of colour more beautiful than pansies..." he said. "May violets scent your breath. I wish you to transport me to the side of my bride-to-be, Flower-in-the-Night."
So that was the young lady, Howl thought. She was extremely beautiful, Howl could tell, from the love struck look on Abdullah's face, but he couldn't find her anywhere. "Oh do you?" he asked. "Where is that young woman? I can't seem to locate her."
"She was carried off by a djinn from her night garden in the Sultan's palace in Zanzib," explained Abdullah. If Howl wasn't composed of smoke, he would've fainted. A djinn?
"That accounts for it," he said, working to sound irritated. It wasn't very hard. "I can't grant your wish. She's nowhere on earth." He was about to pour himself into the bottle, but there was a desperate look on Abdullah's face that made him stop.
"Then she must be in the realm of the djinns," Abdullah said. "Surely you, O purple prince among genies, must know that realm like the back of your hand."
"That shows how little you know," Howl said irritably. Since he had been turned into a genie, he had found out a lot about him that just came from his head. "A genie confined to a bottle is debarred from any of the spirit realms. If that's where your girl is, I can't take you there. I advise you to put the cork back into my bottle and be on your way. There's quite a large troop of camels coming up from the south."
Abdullah sprang up with a look of faint horror on his face. Howl watched in amusement. "See?" Howl said. "They might miss finding you, but I doubt it." Of course, if they found him, then Howl was going to be in hell as well, but it was worth punishing the young fool that dared to exploit him.
"You must grant me another wish, quickly," Abdullah said. Howl's humor evaporated.
"Oh no," Howl said. "One wish per day. You've already made one."
"Certainly, I did," Abdullah agreed. "O splendor of lilac vapors; but that was a wish that you were unable to grant. And the terms, as I clearly heard when you first stated them, were that you are forced to grant your owner one wish a day. This, you have not yet done."
Howl found this very disagreeable. "Heaven preserve me!" he said disgustedly. "The young man is a coffee shop lawyer!"
"Naturally I am!" Abdullah said. Finally, he was starting to get mad. Personally, Howl thought that all sweetness and kindness was sickening. "I am a citizen of Zanzib, where every child is taught to guard it's own rights. For it is certain that no one else will guard them. And I claim that you have not granted me a wish today."
"A quibble," Howl said, folding his arms. "One wish has been made."
"But not granted," Abdullah countered.
"it is not my fault if you choose to ask for things which are impossible." Howl said, thinking about the time before he had gotten his heart back. "There are a million beautiful girls that I can take you to, instead. You can have a mermaid-" Howl thought of the mermaids of his curse- "if you fancy green hair. Or can't you swim?"
"Think, o Puce pearl of magic, and soften your heart. Those soldiers approaching us will certainly seize your bottle from me when they reach us. If they take you back to the Sultan, he will force you to do mighty deeds daily, bringing him armies and weapons and conquering his enemies for him, most exhaustingly. If they keep you for themselves-and they might, for all soldiers are quite honest-you will be passed from hand to hand and be made to grant many wishes each day, one fore each of the squad. In either case, you will be working far harder than you will work for me, who only wants one small thing." Lord, does he have to drag this out? Howl thought. Couldn't he just say that if Howl was captured by either the Sultan or that pack, then he would be working far harder than he would for Abdullah? That would certainly be easier to understand.
"What eloquence!" Howl said. "Though you have a point, I admit. But have you thought, on the other hand, what opportunities that the Sultan or his soldiers will give me to work...havoc?"
"Havoc?" Abdullah asked, and Howl was pleased to see that he was confused.
"I never said my wishes were supposed to do anyone any good," Howl said. "In fact, I swore that they would always do as much harm as possible. Those bandits, for instance, are now all on their way to prison for stealing the Sultan's feast. The soldiers found them late last night when they were drunk," said Howl smugly. In fact, he had only came up with that vow before the first wish.
"You care causing worse havoc with me for not granting me a wish!" said Abdullah. "And unlike the bandits, I do not deserve it."
Howl felt indignant. Of course he deserved it. He was the one that was taking advantage of Howl's unfortunate predicament of being shoved into a bottle and turned into a genie that was always bent to everyone's will. "Regard yourself as unlucky," he said stiffly. "This will make two of us. I don't deserve to be shut in this bottle either."
"Give me tomorrow's wish then," Abdullah said urgently.
"That might be the solution," Howl said approvingly. Then, he could rest for two days. "What wish, then."
"Transport me to the nearest person who can help me find Flower-in-the-night," Abdullah said. "Quickly."
Interestingly enough, Howl had a hard time finding that person either. "This is odd. My powers of divination are usually excellent," said Howl thoughtfully, "but I can't make heads of tails of this."
Abdullah ran with Howl in his hands. Apparently, the camel people were close. "Just take me to that person!" he screamed. That was by far the most emotion that he had seen from Abdullah so far.
"I suppose I'd better," Howl said reluctantly, casting the spell. "Maybe you can make heads or tails from it." He poured himself into the bottle just before the spell took effect.
And they transported there.
Abdullah looked around. "Where is the person that can help me find Flower-in-the-night?"
Howl wrenched himself up again. "Asleep on a bench in front of the Red Lion," he said. "He appeals to me. He shines with dishonesty."
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