Sleep… might not be coming so easily, tonight.
This isn’t possible.
The eight-pointed star-in-circle design on his knife was unmistakable in the sputtering torchlight. And oddly unreal. Alibaba could see it, dark as if someone had incised the Seal into the metal itself. Which would have been horrible, you didn’t carve into a blade meant to be used, ever, every bit of engraving weakened the steel-
Yet to his fingers, steel was smooth and unmarked. As if the dark angles and curves were somehow inside the steel, not on it.
It doesn’t have the runes Aladdin’s flute had, Alibaba thought, squinting at the curve of the circle to be sure. But – it’s the same. How? It wasn’t like this before we–
Oh no. Oh, no.
The stories say, people who conquer dungeons find treasure, and Magic Tools… and even sometimes a Djinn’s Metal Vessel.
But he’d seen Amon, tied to… well, it’d kind of looked like an oil-pot, maybe? And he hadn’t touched it. At all.
After all, he might have told Aladdin he had a Sinbad-dream, but there was no way he was anything like Sinbad. He’d come after the dungeon to get the treasure. To pay back Balbadd’s treasury. To prove he wasn’t the desert rat, the unclean worm, everyone in noble’s slippers said he was.
That’s all I wanted. Enough gold to wipe the slate clean… and just the proof I could do it.
Not that he would have minded, oh, an ever-flowing vessel of wine or something. Outfit a tavern, get some busty serving girls and a good cook – it’d be a living right there. A small magic. A useful one. Something that wasn’t-
Well. Scary. Even scarier in the flickering torchlight near the camp boundary….
Amon is a fire Djinn.
It was crazy. Utterly, totally crazy.
Glancing about to make sure no one was watching, Alibaba lifted his knife to the torch.
Dark lines glowed dim gold. There was the oddest, faintest sense of pulling–
Flames blew out, like a gust of storm wind.
A/N: Given Djinn feed off related magoi, it just seems implausible to me that Alibaba couldn’t figure that out on his own….