I will be picking random monsters, gods and other things that go bump in the night and basically make up a fanfic of how they became what they are. I will begin with Djinn.
Djinn are like hermits, but they feed on human flesh. They have the ability to put a poison in your body that will give you illusions, happy illusions, so you won't struggle, or try to get away. Their skin glows with blue tattoos when they are giving the poison. This is their beginning...
Elder Miyakin watched the battle below him with a frown. His clan, the Koronin, was at war with another clan, the Lenatok. They were sorely outnumbered, and Miyakin didn't believe they would last the night. He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned, met a youth, covered in sweat, blood and dirt. "Elder, sir, we are losing. Badly. You must pray to the goddesses and ask for their help!" Miyakin nodded. The people did not ask the goddesses for much, and only in times of great trouble and need. "I will go." Miyakin started up the path to the goddesses temple. When he got there, he entered and stood beneath the three statues with depictions of the goddesses. Iralin, goddess of wisdom, Nagrala, goddess of war and battle, and Umana, goddess of peace and growth. Miyakin prayed, "Goddesses, you know our need. Bless us. Help us conquer our enemy. Give us a way to either win or fool the enemy into thinking we are larger numbers." While Miyakin prayed, the goddesses talked amongst themselves. "They are good warriors. I will grant them even better strength and speed in battle." Said Nagrala. "They have grown much from when we created them. I will grant them the ability to grow images in others minds; peaceful images, to subdue them." Replied Umana. Iralin thought for a while, then said, "My gift may not be as sufficient as yours, sisters, but I will grant them wisdom to know what creatures are which. They will see anyone from miles away, and will be able to see any foe from friend." Their gifts agreed, Iralin appeared to Miyakin, and told him of their gifts. They were to call themselves the Djinn, for their wishes had been granted. Miyakin bowed deeply, and Iralin disappeared. From that moment, the Djinn were created.
I hope you like it. :) I know it's kinda short, but I didn't think of anything else. Thanks. :D
It hurts just to wake up whenever you're wearing thin, alone on the outside so tired of looking in, the end is uncertain. And I've never been so afraid, but I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope, and that makes me feel brave.
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