Greetings people!

First of all I appreciate your interest in coming to take a look at my story, I really hope you enjoy it. However, I make this first message to make clear something that maybe, and only maybe they already noticed:

My mother tongue is Spanish and I am currently learning English. You may see errors in writing, using words or grammar, so I ask for your patience. If for these reasons there is any part that is not understood, I will not get angry if they point it out to me, because that way I can correct myself and improve in the language. On the other hand, if there is anyone here who knows or that his mother tongue is also Spanish, I invite him to see this same novel right here in Mangatoon in Spanish.

I hope this message has not discouraged you from reading my story and give me a chance. Without more, I leave you with the first chapter.

Laerte was a young 20-year-old university student who studied archeology and his life was not so different from that of the rest. He lived with his mother Dione and two younger brothers Rena and Felix, while his father Abramo saw little since his mother left him. Friends had several, but he could only consider Valerio, a school mate from high school and Alysa, who he met in elementary school, as his closest friends.

As part of their studies, Laerte used to go to field practices to different parts of the country in the company of their classmates, where the teachers guided them in real archaeological works that lasted several days, in which, depending on the work, they used to stay in camps, rented houses or hostels. It was in one of these outings, in which Laerte would find something that would change his life.

—For today we have finished boys, pick up the tools to return to the house, —the teacher announced as he looked at the progress of the day. —Remember that we have one week left before finishing."

Students quickly picked up things and put them in the van, because although many were excited about field trips, in that particular place they did not find anything truly relevant that would excite them as on other occasions, so return to the house where they were staying relieved them, especially on a day as hot as that.

—I don't think we'll find anything, we've been digging for two weeks and we've only found a fist of pieces of pots, —Valerio snorted, getting into the truck.

—Maybe we won't find anything, but don't trust each other, —said Master Franco, who closed the trunk of the truck. —As a kind of curse, things usually come out in the last days of work and if that happens, they'll regret finding it, because we can not stay more days, and we will have to register everything in a hurry.

—What would happen if we found something we couldn't register on time? —Asked Laerte.

—I could stay another couple of days, —one of the students commented enthusiastically.

—Very good question. As you know, there are set times to work, not only because of the budget, but because sometimes the owners of the land will not always be so open to let them work for a longer time, —explained the teacher— So if they find something important a few days before At the end of the season, they should evaluate whether or not they can register and pick up the material. If they estimate that it is impossible for them, they must bury everything again, register the site where they found it and plan their methodology to return in the next season.

—Wouldn't that prove that the surrounding people take things out before we can return? —Asked Dalila, one of the students.

—Yes, unfortunately it is a risk, because although it is illegal to move these objects, many people do not know the laws in this regard. We will talk more about that when we return to the classroom, for now, we return to the house.

Despite the fact that several students were aroused by the curiosity of hearing the teacher, they all obeyed because their fatigue was greater and without further delay they went to the house in the center of town. After leaving the tools in the cellar, everyone ate together and when they finished, each one freely chose the moment when they had to do office work or rest, but knowing that at the end of the season they would have to deliver a report of all the work done.

On that occasion, Laerte, Valerio and Oscar, decided to go for a walk to the town. It was not a very big place and there were not many things they could do there either, but that day they had been sitting or kneeling for a long time, and they wanted to stretch their legs.

During their walk, they decided to buy some beers but before being able to enter the store, Laerte received a call that decided to attend outside the store while his friends made the purchase.

—What's up, mom? ——I asked Laerte worried about the sudden call, because although his mother used to communicate daily with his mother, he usually did it at night to say good night.

—Don't be alarmed, son, your grandmother has gone bad and I have had to bring her to the hospital, but she is out of danger —Dione explained.

—Talk to me? —He asked strangely.

—Yes, apparently she has had a dream that altered her and says she won't feel calm if she doesn't talk to you,— she murmured, preventing her mother from hearing her— Please listen to her and don't question her, just tell her you're okay.

—Okay, pass it to me.

—Laerte? Son? You're good? —Asked Daphne with great anguish.

—Yes, Grandma, it's me and I'm fine. I am in the store with some friends.

—What a relief! Listen to me son, I may not see you when you come back, but you have to remember two very important things —said the hurried old woman as if time was running out —Do not trust the woman with green eyes that shine, no matter what I say or How nice it seems.

—Granny, don't say that, I'll be back in a week, of course we'll see each other —Laerte replied, puzzled by her grandmother's words but worried that maybe her mother didn't tell her how bad she really was. —And about the green-eyed woman. You don't have to worry because I don't know anyone like that, but if I get to see her, I'll walk away, I promise.

—Thank God I told you in time. Please don't forget it, —the woman pleaded, and then changed her tone of voice, which, although it still sounded worried, it was sweeter when she said, —Don't forget that I love you so much.

—I love you too grandma and I will not forget your advice.

The relief in the old woman was very evident and with such tranquility, she could say goodbye to her grandson, but as soon as Dione answered the phone again, Laerte soon asked her mother what she was going through.

—Apparently your grandmother had a nightmare, she says she saw a woman with green eyes that would bring you misery and suffering. She didn't want to talk much about his dream, but he altered it so much that he had a heart attack —Dione answered when she could leave the room where her mother was resting— Luckily it happened when I went to her house to wash her clothes and I could call the Paramedics. The doctor already checked her and said she would be out of danger when she calmed down, but she said she wouldn't be if she didn't talk to you first —she took a heavy sigh— Now that she talked to you she looks calmer and the doctor said she would have her in observation tonight, while stable, tomorrow you will be discharged.

—Are you sure? She said she couldn't see her again when she returned, —he asked worriedly.

—Believe me son, if there was anything else, I would make you come back from your trip right now, but the doctor said it was fine. I will stay with her tonight and if something happens, I will let you know.

—Okay, —Laerte said with a sigh of relief.

—Well, then I leave you. I call you at night, I love you.

—Yes mom. See you later, I love you too. Goodbye.

Laerte hung up without being able to take away the worry and very surprised of the words of her grandmother, in addition, she was not very given to superstitions and fantasies, however a simple dream had altered her enough to cause a heart attack and at least since the last Once she saw her before going to her practice, she didn't seem to show signs of senile dementia or mental affectations.

—What's wrong brother? —Oscar asked that, along with Valerio, he left the store with a bag of beers and some snacks.

—Nothing.

—If you don't want to tell us it's fine, but don't lie that it's nothing, because you have a sepulchral face, —Valerio said.

—Why don't we go back to the house and tell us while we take the cold ones? —Valerio proposed.

—I don't feel like drinking anymore. You come back to the house, I want to go around again, —said Laerte who, from her grandmother's call, wonders if it would be better to go home and help her mother.

—Hey ... —Oscar was arrested.

—If I don't hear from you in half an hour, I go looking for you, —Valerio warned.

Laerte looked at Valerio and nodded before beginning to walk aimlessly, the idea of returning home was born from the moment he heard that his grandmother was in the hospital and after hearing all that strange situation, he kept thinking that his mother I would need help. What kept him from staying was that his mother insisted that everything was fine and that leaving school things for a passing thing would not be worth it. However, the reason I really couldn't make up my mind was because I had a bad feeling.

While thinking what to do, Laerte saw himself outside the town without realizing it and fortunately, he noticed it when he had barely advanced a few meters outside, so he immediately turned around and before moving forward, looked at his cell phone. Half an hour's walk was about to be fulfilled and although he still hadn't resolved what to do, he felt calmer so he decided to send a message to Valerio to let him know he was already back. After sending the message and taking the first step to return to the village, Laerte stepped on something that, despite his thick field boots, he could feel under his foot.

The outskirts of the town was unpaved land, so Laerte was not surprised that what he stepped on was a stone, and since he had other things to think about, there was not even reason to have to look, however, something forced him to focus his eyes on what he stepped on and to his surprise, what he saw was a black ring that gave off pink or purple glitters with sunlight and at the same time a strip of the same color followed the circumference of the jewel in the middle.

Curious, Laerte lifted the ring and looked at it just a few moments, for his cell phone rang and he hurried to read the message that came to him. It was from Valerio, who warned him not to be late, so without paying more attention to the ring, he put it in his pocket and hurried back to the house.

Once he returned, Oscar soon asked what was happening by attracting the attention of the rest of the companions who were in the house, but Laerte explained vaguely that his grandmother was in the hospital and had gone for a walk to wait for the news of his mother, well I didn't want to go deeper into the subject. He even said that his grandmother had just fallen and that his mother had already told him that they had left the hospital.

The explanation satisfied Oscar and the rest, but Valerio knew immediately that there was something else in all this, however, upon meeting his friend, he waited for the opportunity in which both were left alone to ask. It was until the night that everyone had already gone to bed, that Laerte went out to the patio to continue reflecting and Valerio went out with him lighting a cigar. Once the two were gone, it was Laerte himself who initiated the issue and explained to his friend what really happened.

—I have a bad feeling and I would like to go back, —Laerte concluded the explanation.

—It's weird that you let yourself be carried away by feelings, —Valerio commented and then remained silent for a few moments and took another breath of his cigar— I admit that I also find your grandma's behavior strange.

—She even makes fun of those who think they have premonitory dreams, but she was really terrified when she warned me. I also can't believe I have a mental problem that appears suddenly, it was fine when you came here.

—I'm not a doctor to dare to say anything about it, so let the doctors find out, but about what you want to do, why don't you better wait?" -—Valerio suggested— Your mother said that your grandmother would be under observation, if that dream is nothing and did not wreak havoc, let her leave tomorrow, so it would be better if you did not think about leaving at least until your mother warns you if they gave her the high

—I had already thought about it, but I can't take away this sense of worry, —Laerte commented, leaning on the wall of the house and putting her hands in her pants pockets— I don't know if I can sleep or concentrate enough."

You say that and still you have corrected Oscar and me with the drawings," Valerio laughed. "I think you are exaggerating, it is not your own, but perhaps it is a pretext that your mind made unconsciously," said another smoked cigar. "I don't blame you." , I think we are all bored of not finding anything interesting, it has been the least fruitful practice we have had.

—Maybe you're right, —Laerte replied, thinking it was a viable explanation and took the ring he had forgotten he was wearing from his pocket— But if they don't discharge my grandmother, I'll leave."

—At least you'll have a good excuse if this is still that boring. —He laughed and noticed the ring his friend was looking at— And that? In case you intend to declare to Airlia?

—I found him while walking, I forgot what he was wearing, —Laerte replied and Valerio took the ring off to see it better.

—It's a men's ring, what will you do with it?  You don't use these things. —He looked at him carefully.

—I don't know, I don't even know what I brought it for. —He took it from Valerio's hands to look at it more closely— I don't know what material it is, if it were gold I could sell it.

—I think it's fantasy, but I like it, it also looks new. If you don't want it, you can give it to me. —He smiled and smoked the last of his cigar.

—No, maybe it's from someone in town. If they see us, they may think we stole it and they will want to kick us out of the place, —he said, putting it back in his pants— Tomorrow I'll tell the guide and maybe he knows who it is.

—Lend it to me, at least I want to try it on. —Valerio extended his hand wanting to extend the theme of the ring so that his friend would forget his concern.

—Forget it, we're not even going to keep it, —he slapped at his friend's hand.

—Do not be boring! —Valerio exclaimed giving a gentle blow to the shoulder of his friend to distract him and to be able to take the ring out of the bag, however, Laerte moved quickly avoiding his friend.

—Don't be childish and let's go back inside.

—I am not childish, so you can lend me a few moments to try it on or I will take it for myself, —Valerio smiled, giving him an idea to cheer on his friend— You won't even notice when I take it from you, I'm like a ninja.

"I want to see you try, if you succeed, I will give you my console," said Laerte, amused at his friend's threat. He took the ring out of his pocket and put it on his finger— I will not leave it so easy.

Laerte showed his hand with the ring on to invite his friend to take it off, but he noticed that Valerio's face changed as he looked at the ring. At first he thought it was a trap of his friend to win the bet, but from the corner of his eye he noticed that something was moving from his hand and when he turned his eyes, he saw how a thick cloud of pink smoke came out of the ring that little by little It was compacted to form a more solid figure.

—Greetings, master  —came a voice from the thick smoke that took the form of a woman bowing to Laerte. She was good looking, long eyelashes, long straight black hair and wide hips, but what stood out in her was her pink skin color that in some angles seemed purple.

Both young men were impressed with the appearance in front of them and could not react instantly, but as soon as they were able to be master of themselves, both shouted in terror.

—Get rid of it! —Valerio shouted, terrified and backing away, because he wanted to flee, but he still had enough selfcontrol to wait for his friend who was wearing the ring.

Laerte also took several steps back as a first impulse of his fear, but if at any point he had the doubt that this apparition came out of the ring, with that movement he noticed how the cloud joined the woman who had no legs. As soon as he heard Valerio, he wanted to remove the ring and throw it as far as possible, but as much as he struggled to get it out of his finger, it did not move a bit.

—If you insist on pulling my ring, you will hurt yourself, —warned the woman, who since her appearance kept her eyes closed, —I understand that you are impressed by my appearance, but try to control yourself.

Suddenly, a stone flew to that woman, it was Valerio trying to harm the apparition but the stone simply pierced the woman who was frowning with the act of the twentysomething.

—Take off the ring! —Valerio shouted, on the verge of panic that prompted him to flee.

—I can not! —He exclaimed desperately pulling harder and harder despite the fact that he was already in pain.

The woman, who appeared to be similar in age to the youth, let out a heavy sigh before materializing full body in front of them, standing in front of Laerte and disappearing the cloud of smoke. Likewise, his skin tone became crowded, taking on a natural tone.

—Watch out! —Valerio shouted.

—Get out of me! —Learte exclaimed, and the woman took a few steps back.

—Could this help my master stay calm? —I will not harm anyone if you do not want to.

As soon as he said these words, the door of the house opened, it was Airlia and Aldo, who had woken up after hearing the screams of their companions outside the house.

—What happen? —Aldo asked, looking from side to side, hoping to understand the reason for his friends' panic.

—That woman is a ghost! —Valerio exclaimed, running towards his companions to feel more secure.

—Did they smoke weed? —Aldo asked, annoyed that he had been awakened by hallucinations, but at that moment he paid more attention to that young woman who dressed as an odalisque despite the fact that the night was cool and she didn't have a sweater on. —Who is she?

—Do not put strangers in the house, remember that we are here to work, not to ... have fun, —Airla continued, making a suggestion that she did not dare to say directly but that showed annoyance.

—I've lost my way to the house of a relative in the town, I come from a costume party in the neighboring town, but it's very dark here —said the girl in a friendly tone— I went to ask for directions, but both have begun to shout .

—I think these two have been drinking or smoking weed and freaked out, —Aldo snorted to approach the girl. —We are not from this town, but perhaps we can help you get where you need to be.

—Thank you, you are very kind, but I would like to speak to my master alone, —the woman smiled, making a movement of her hand in front of Aldo's face and repeating the action in front of Airlia, —Why don't you go back to sleep and forget what happened? They are very tired.

—Yes, I am very sleepy, —Aldo yawned, turning to go back into the house, —Until tomorrow

—Don't forget to lock the door, —Airlia said, yawning before entering the house.

—What did you do to them ?! —Valerio shouted, about to lose his mind when he realized that with magic or hypnotism, he had made his companions leave.

—This will not progress like this, —the woman murmured, making a movement with her hand in the direction of Valerio and he wanted to scream in terror, not knowing what he would do to her, however, no sound came out of his mouth even when he insisted on screaming. I was you, I would stop trying. Even if we don't hear your voice, the more you scream, the more you will hurt your throat —he warned before heading to Learte, who took several steps back, scared and helpless— Don't be afraid, master, as I mentioned, I won't hurt you or anyone that you don't ask.

—What are you? —Learte asked when she was finally able to control her impression.

—My name is Kalila and I am an Ifrit. —He bowed again to Laerte.

—An Ifrit?" What is that? What does that have to do with me? —Laerte asked, confused and still scared.

—They call us Geniuses if I remember correctly, but the movies have made popular the idea that we only find ourselves locked in oil lamps. In fact, I was hoping that dressed like this would help lessen the impact, but you and your friend have mistaken me for a ghost.

—Genius? OMG I'm sure I didn't drink today. I must be dreaming or someone wants to play a very practical joke on me. —He looked at Valerio who had heard everything and was trying to speak, but he just couldn't. —This is yours, isn't it? You were the one who insisted on putting on the ring.

—I think you are not understanding, master. This is real —Kalila spoke without rising from her reverence and even with her eyes closed, because in all that time she had not opened them a bit —You can make a wish to verify it.

—If this is a joke, it is not funny and it is better that they stop with this once and for all, —Learte insisted, trying once again to remove the ring and threatening Valerio with his eyes. —I have more important things to think about, instead of this little game.

—My lord, I must caution you not to continue trying to remove the ring. This will not come out until you have asked for your three wishes.

—Three wishes? Couldn't they be more original? —Learte grumbled even as Valerio tried to explain that he had nothing to do with what was going on. —If they don't end this matter now ... —Valerio tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. —I'm talking seriously about Valerio.

—Don't make any effort Valerio, even if I let you speak, I don't think my master believes it, —Kalila spoke. —But if he makes a wish, maybe he will believe it.

—I will make a wish and when nothing happens, they will end this theater, —Learte snorted, irritated as Kalila's smile widened. —I wish a shower of ... —Valerio covered Learte's mouth and they struggled until he could escape— What's wrong?

Valerio made different signs to try to prevent his friend from formulating his wish and when he realized that it would not amount to anything, he turned to Kalila to demand that he remove the spell.

—Well, well, I will take the spell from you, —Kalila said, understanding that Valerio was warning him that he would not allow his friend to ask for anything if he did not let him speak, so with a snap, the young man regained his speech.

—Moron! This is real! Or so I think ... —Valerio exclaimed, zapping his friend and then doubting for a moment what was happening, so he addressed Kalila. —We need a sample that this is real without spending a wish.

—I'm getting tired of this little game, —Learte said about to enter the house.

—Listen, I'm not sure what's going on, but if I could play a joke on you, how do you think I could make a woman come out of nowhere from the ring? —Valerio said— Besides, if it's true that you have three wishes, you're going to waste one checking if it's true."

—I gave a light show, there's a ring jammed with magic, I hypnotized those humans from a while ago and left this man speechless, —Kalila pointed out.— How else can I prove this to be real?

Valerius said, "I can believe there is magic, but I doubt you are a Genie. Geniuses come in lamps or bottles, and they give you rules about wishes."

—She said that the lamps are a thing from the movies, that's why I don't believe him, if he were a Genius, she shouldn't know modern things, —Learte pointed out.— And I don't know how they made the effect of it seem like it came out of the ring. Maybe someone drugged us.

—If you want, I can explain it.

—Don't want it! —Valerio exclaimed when Learte was going to speak.

—Don't scream, I understand, —Learte said, then looked at Kalila again. —I request the explanation of this matter."

    Kalila let out a heavy sigh evidently unhappy with the request that had not been formulated as a wish, however she was required to give it if required by the ring bearer. Without moving from his reverence and without opening his eyes, he began with the explanation.

—As I mentioned, I am an Ifrit, a being with great powers who remains captive in a container. Unlike what the movies dictate, the Ifrit can be prisoners of any iron object regardless of its shape or size, in my case, I am captive of the ring that you wear —Kalila explained addressing the wearer completely— I know the modern world , because although I remain locked in the ring, I can hear what happens around my prison and unlike the containers of other Ifrits, mine has fallen into many human hands, so I have seen some of the changes in the world when I come out.

—When was the last time you went out? —Valerio asked curiously.

—I only answer to my master.

—Answer the question, —Learte asked.

Kalila clicked and a scroll appeared in her hands, which she spread. It was at that moment that for the first time he opened his eyes to read the content and once he finished, he closed them again and the document disappeared.

—Twenty years ago.

—Why do you keep your eyes closed? —Valerio asked without receiving an answer, so he nudged his friend, who still doubted what was happening.

—Answer any question Valerio asks, —Learte asked.

—I am a slave and as such I cannot look at or address my master without his consent.

—And can you really grant any wish? Or are the rules of the movies real?

—The rules on wishes are that only three wishes can be granted to the same person, therefore, no wish can be used to ask for more. Any wish that is made can be fulfilled, as long as it does not go against the free will of free beings. And finally, you cannot attempt against the soul of anybody, that wants to remove it, separate it or change it. In short, the rules of the movies are true except for the resurrection of the dead.

—Seriously? That sounds great! —Valerio exclaimed.

—If what you said is true, you have violated the rule of going against the free will of people when you sent our companions back to the house, —Learte pointed out, believing to find the lie.

—No master, they wanted to sleep, so they went out to see what was preventing them. All I did was increase their tiredness and make them forget what they saw.

—But you took my speech away!

—I only lowered the volume of your voice to a frequency not noticeable to the human ear, I did not eliminate your voice, —Kalila replied, dismissing it.

—That sounds more like you twisted the rules,—Valerio pointed out.

—Rules and laws don't always cover all possible variables, so as long as they're not mentioned in them, any action is possible, —Kalila smiled.

—Can you use those loopholes against me? —Learte asked, although he was still not entirely convinced, he gave the situation the benefit of the doubt.

—My position as a slave is to be obedient and my bondage as Ifrit, prevents me from betraying him even if this is my wish. However, I cannot avoid all the ills that arise from our contract if you are not specific in your orders. Desires and their consequences are the responsibility of those who ask for them.

—This doesn't give me much confidence, —Valerio said quietly to Learte.

—Neither do I, —Learte whispered to him to be thoughtful for a few moments. —What happens if I don't want to take wishes?

—To do this, you would have to declare that you are giving them to someone else. As I said, there are three wishes for every person in the world that comes out of my magic, they cannot just be removed.

Learte was thoughtful analyzing the words of the Ifrit, he did not trust her but if everything was real and if there really was magic that could help him or his family, he did not want to get rid of her easily. However, his thought was interrupted by the town watchman who announced midnight.

—I need to think about it. For now, we need to sleep.

—Better not accept, it can be like in those movies where wishes are granted to the protagonists and they all go wrong because of whoever fulfills them, —Valerio whispered.

—I can hear you even if you speak in secret and I think I already made that part clear, —Kalila spoke— Every action corresponds to a reaction.

—Return it to your ring, I don't want to hear it anymore ... although can you go back to the ring? In the movies the Genie live in the lamps or the bottles getting small but the ring does not seem to have space.

—Iron objects are only seals, we don't really live inside the object, —Kalila explained— We actually live within a limited dimension.

—It's fine with discussions. I will think about what I will do with this tomorrow, now if you can really do it, go back to your dimension —he addressed Kalila— We will return to the house to sleep. I will call you if I need you.

—Yes, master, —Kalila replied, and immediately transformed into the cloud of smoke in which she arrived and entered the ring again. It took a few minutes of it for Learte and Valerio to get the impression that this had happened to return to the house.